#in a rush I imagine they just rub on something cat style though

[narendur]

Incredible post op, however small adaptation suggestion for the castanet style re-vaning comb. While i think it would have one flat side and one sort of claw shaped side, i think it would be gentler on the rachise if the claw had a little divot in the middle. You get to make your personalized comb when your adult molt comes in, and maybe some high end combs are designed to buff in scented oils or waxes as the feather is drawn across the flat side.

In my experience, larger vanes can be smoothed out with just a flat (gentle) hand and a flat or gently curved surface (like a lap). It's gentler but it's a bit more time consuming, so I think it would be cute if allopreening by hand (wingtip?) is like the Rito version of how some parents will take an hour to very gently brush their kid's hair without pulling.

Rito “Hair”

Wood duck

vs

Teba. I rest my case.

…Just kidding! Anyway, this post kind of got away from me, so here’s a table of contents.

I. What IS a feather? II. An argument for Rito feathers III. Hypothetical grooming habits IV. Revali’s braids TLDR

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[sanjisblackasswife]

You can't tell me that Sanji loves a melaninated queen who can absolutely wreck him. I can see his liking dominant women who aren't afraid of speaking their mind. A women who will absolutely indulge in Sanji's perverted fanatics even if it means getting him roughed up.

A/N: I LITERALLY HAVE A WRITING W BLACK Y/N THAT LOVES HIS PERVINESS IN MY DRAFTS BUT U ADDING THE DOMINANT PART? Yesss imma just move what I wrote to here hehe also this is way longer than I thought so I’ll make a part two.

Having a Crush on Pervert Sanji (Black Fem! Reader) Part 1

C/W: pervert Sanji, Alotta Kissing, And Yeah?

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You really love perverts. (Not Mineta)

You think that’s why you fell in love with Sanji.

He has no sense of boundaries besides not putting his feet hands on women .

He’s a pervert though.

Which is why so many women have turned him down he comes off too strong,

But you.

You really like it.

Imagine how bad of a pervert he’d be with three women on the ship and you being the only one that actually feeds to his pervertedness.

You let Sanji get away with so much,

You invite him to take a shower, you let him in your room when you’re not in there, you let him nuzzle his face in your breast at the most random times, and even kissed him a few times out of excitement.

You stress the crew out (especially Nami) sometimes doing this to Sanji, Do you know how many trips to Chopper he had to take because of you?

You were too good to him, and he knew that.

Which is why he’s more protective of you. No man can have the leeway he has. Sanji never seen you allow any other men to get as close as he was with you so clearly he was the special one.

“Y/nnnnn, why do you beat that guy THAT badly?! We got kicked out of the store I didn’t even get that pretty shirt in the window!”

“Because Nami that asshole kept touching my thigh….You can look at the merchandise not touch it.” Nami just didn’t get you, you always damn near kill a guy for even cat calling you, but Sanji the perv does way worse and you just give him a pass.

“If it was Sanji you’d let him do it.” Robin added as you three walked back to the ship.

“Of course, he’s Sanji.” You just shrugged as if that was an obvious statement, because it was. You had a soft spot for the Blondie, ever since you joined you liked his company so by default you were more flirtatious around him than any other man.

That was just an unspoken rule for you both.

However as much as you touched him and you let him touch you it never gotten as far as you giving him a kiss. And that alone was something Sanji could just accept.

He’d never take advantage of you no, no. But today he wanted to push that boundary.

“Y/NNNNNNNNNNN!!!” You just came back from the Crow’s Nest training with Zoro all day, you were irritated, hungry, thirsty, and tired and the ring of Sanji’s love struck voice didn’t help.

“Hey hey, Ji…” your voice was weakened from the yelling you also did with Zoro because he kept making you do “JuSt oNe mOrE sEt”. Sanji immediately noticed this when you came down from the ladder and rushed to see his favorite girl, your pretty brown skin was shiny and wet from your sweat, your hair were no longer in its typical bun but now out and wild covering your face. You really wished you had braids in now. You looked and felt a mess. Almost embarrassed to be seen by your Prince. He didn’t care, he loved seeing you this way, in your natural state; no makeup, no flashy clothing, and venerable. Sanji knew only he was permitted to see you like this.

“My love, you look like you’re about to faint!” He grabs you tightly by the waist, you lean your head on his shoulder almost immediately. His thumb rubbed your hand for a short while before just picking you up bridal style to the kitchen. “You don’t need to walk, Princess I got you!”

You giggled in his neck and hummed, Sanji tilted his head to tap your warm cheek against his walking to the kitchen to liven you up before bed, you feeling his strong arms hold up your not so clean body, he loved holding you like this, and since you’re only wearing a sports bra and spandex shorts he got to see your breast and thighs jiggle as he picked you up. “I stink Sanji I should take a bath.”

“Nonsense, you smell as beautiful as you look!” His words seemed like such a lie, but even if you didn’t think so Sanji most definitely was telling the truth, he loved your smell, your natural scent, he wanted to savor it as you were so close to his nose, but he knew later tonight he’d be able to when you invite him sleep with you tonight.

Because that’s what you always do.

“Drink this.” He gave you a cup with water and a lot of ice—-just how you like it. You already downed the water in two big gulps, feeling the ice liquid flow all inside your chest granted you a perk of energy to want to take a bath, Sanji insisted you sit for a moment before doing so.

You sat in silence looking at the half eating cup of ice with your mind wandering somewhere else, you don’t even know what you’re thinking about, there was no noise beside the clashing of dishes being tossed from tonight’s dinner. You didn’t eat much because you and Zoro we’re going to train right after, you regret the decision now as you felt your tummy growl. You didn’t want to eat so late though…but fuck it why not you worked your butt off tonight and you knew your Prince would be more than happy to give you something to eat.

“Ji…” Almost as if he read your mind (or heard your stomach) he placed a bowl of your favorite fruit in front of you. He presented it in his waiterly and gentleman like fashion throwing a small wink at you when you look back up at him.

“If you’re still hungry i can make you a smoothie.” He turned to finish cleaning the counter of the slight mess he made from the fruit remnants. “You should eat something light after a workout. Also I’ll kick that moss head’s ass later for going too hard on you. I heard you both yelling from here…asshole never knows how to treat a lady.”

You huff a giggle at his last remark with half the piece of the refreshing fruit in your mouth before chewing. This was so much better than what you were going to ask for and Sanji knew it. You felt the juices squirt out of your mouth once you swallowed your last piece and wanted to thank your favorite cook for such a filling and sweet post workout meal.

“Ji…” You nearly moan out to get his attention completely, he turns around with his same love struck face, but it’s more subdued and a tinge of red on his cheeks. He noticed the light mess on your lips dripped down your chin and hurried to your aid with a paper towel to hand you. Instead of using that to wipe your face you grabbed the cook’s cheeks to give him a wet sloppy kiss in return.

You always liked the idea of him cleaning you up.

His eyes were shot open wide for a moment not registering how quick you were , but they then rolled back feeling your cold wet lips touch his, he returned the favor of the kiss to sucking the rest of the juice off your mouth. You usually never go far as to a peck on his cheek or a few peppered kisses but tonight Sanji damn near couldn’t take it he wanted to taste you. Surprisingly you didn’t push back when he furthered the kiss. Both of his arms keeping steady with holding both the back of your chair and the edge of the table bent over.

Sanji moaned in your mouth and you only had half a second to decide but you slid your tongue inside the small opening almost as if you were pushing your way through and explored his mouth. It tasted like cigarettes and something sweet mixed with the fruit you just ate. It was a weird combination, but it’s taste was addictive.

In that moment Sanji felt like he died and went straight to Heaven, your lips were still so soft and moisturized and he nearly felt embarrassed you were doing all the work, because you were the only woman to ever kiss him. He was weak to you and he wanted nothing more than to be used by you—whatever you wanted to do to Vinsmoke Sanji you were granted the pleasure of doing so.

“More…” His voice was cracked and nearly whining when you pulled back, you came back to his lips when he grabbed you with both hands on your cheeks to finish what you started. “More..”

“Sanji i��…mmmph!!” He barely let you breathe he NEEDED more of you to taste. In the back of your head you knew this probably shouldn’t have been a good idea. You knew Sanji, you knew he was touched starved, and you knew eventually your toying with him would get you in trouble.

“Sanji Wait!” You Held his shoulders back to breath out a chuckle, you looked up at his face and he had that same goofy love struck grin with blood now smeared on his cheek. You both were panting when Sanji kneeled in between your thighs not looking away at you, almost as if he were begging. You never had a man so…needy for you before, but somehow…it was a turn on? No. Couldn’t be. You only had sex once before with an old tatted pirate captain in your past and he was very dominant causing you to be the one begging. But this? …

“What are you Doing, Sanji?” Your Voice nearly teasing as your hands were cupping his cheeks rubbing the wetness of it.

“I…please…please do what you want…to me.”

Good thing you like trouble.

Part 2

[doctors-star]

lister/rimmer for “Oh no, I feel bad- SYKE, no I don’t.” pretty please

“You’re being weirdly helpful today. What do you want?”

Rimmer opens his eyes parodically wide, fingers splayed against his sternum in an elaborate moi? gesture. It is an appearance of surprise and hurt so manufactured that Lister almost wants to applaud the performance, bow at their audience of stars, and abandon the bastard to his machinations. But unfortunately, Lister has been granted prophetic visions of the future and knows with deep and terrible certainty that, were he to do so, he would spend two minutes wandering the empty decks, trip over Kryten’s best mop, slide on one of Cat’s abandoned silk cravats, and go and find Rimmer to bitch about it and hope that he’s doing something more interesting. So, given that interstellar travel is remarkably exhausting, it’s far better to cut out the middleman and instead lie here on the sofa and watch Rimmer direct scutters to haphazardly clean the living quarters inch by mind-numbing inch. They’ve even got little white glove-fingers on their claws, so that Rimmer can demand that they swipe something to test for cleanliness and then bawl them out for miniscule specks no-one else can see. Once, Rimmer had conjured up a white glove for himself and gone round doing the same thing, but when Lister had pointed out that he couldn’t pick up dust and therefore was imagining things, Rimmer had only doubled down harder - so hard that he’d worked himself into a real tizzy about going video-blind, or being permanently stuck with dust on his finger for all eternity, or dying, again, and had needed to go and have a lie down in the dark for a bit. So this is - debatably - an improvement.

Normally, Lister wouldn’t give a toss about Rimmer bossing the scutters about on yet another mad powertrip, but he’s going too far. He’s thrown out all Lister’s mouldering dishes, professing concern for Lister’s health but probably just trying to irritate him, and he’s cleared out the space in the corner of the bunkroom that Lister had hesitantly earmarked for the crib - and in doing so, had thrown out Lister’s third-worst t-shirt, the one with the curry stain vaguely resembling Maggie Thatcher, and which he likes to keep around in order to spit at it every now and then. The final straw, however, had been when Rimmer had nasally informed him that he was getting in the way of the scutters’ gruelling floor-cleaning regime, and that he had better go and put his feet up instead - to keep out of their way, of course.

“When have I ever tried to manipulate you to get what I want?” Rimmer says with a voice which he probably thinks is sweet and just makes him sound like a particularly jammy and unpleasant used-car salesman trying to get off with the seventeen-year-old girls coming in for their first Fiat 500.

Lister narrows his eyes. “Do you want that alphabetised or chronological?”

Rimmer blinks at him balefully, still very much putting it on. “Can’t I just do something nice without an ulterior motive?”

He considers this. “A person could, even if they never have before. You, though, I genuinely think the shock of it would kill you.” Lister spreads his hands invitingly, obligingly lifting one foot out of the way of a scutter before letting it once more dangle over the side of the sofa. “So, out with it.”

Rimmer shifts nervously from one foot to the other, inventing something at speed as though he never expected Lister to call him out on this - in which case, he’s a moron. More so than usual. “I don’t want the twins sleeping in our room,” he blurts out all in one rushed go, and Lister raises an eyebrow. “They’ll - they’ll cry, and keep me up, and I’m not giving up my Learn Esperanto discs for rodent-sized versions of you.”

Lister makes a game show-style incorrect noise and blows a raspberry, just to watch the left side of Rimmer’s face twitch in irritation. “Nope, not happening. They’ll cry so’s I know they need me, so I gotta be here to hear ‘em. Anyway, I wouldn’t make you give up your Esperanto discs - they’ll be better at it than you in a few months.”

Rimmer makes a sucked-lemon face at him. “Your spawn is not piggybacking my learning, the little parasites,” he says sternly.

Lister cups a hand around his ear exaggeratedly. “What was that, little-Listers? Ni estas tre lertaj? Yes,” he says to his still flat stomach in a very gooey voice that makes Rimmer clench and unclench his fists like a prize fighter, “you are very clever!”

Rimmer wrenches one hand up and points at him viciously, the other fingers curled in so tightly that his knuckles go white. “I forbid it.”

Lister sticks his tongue out. “Move out. Anyway, that’s not the reason - you cleared the space for their beds yourself. So, what is it?”

Rimmer narrows his eyes. The scutters start inching towards the door and effecting their escape. “I want to pick the film tonight, and it won’t be Fast and 14ious again,” he says carefully, feeling his way into the lie.

Lister pulls a sympathetic face and makes his game show noise again. “Oh, too bad,” he says, “you know well it’s Cat’s shout tonight so helping me won’t do anything. Anyway, 14ious is the best one.”

“It’s scratched to hell,” Rimmer points out. “We have to make up our own dialogue for the entire second act - last time, Kryten had the central car chase pivot around a shipment of mopheads and got disturbingly into the sex scene immediately following.”

Lister winces briefly at the recollection, but shrugs. “Exactly, it’s the best one. Right, contestant, last chance, remembering that you still have your lifelines: ask the audience, fifty-fifty, phone a friend-”

Predictably, Rimmer frowns. “Phone a friend?”

Internally, Lister pumps his fist. “Sorry contestant, that’s wrong too - you don’t have any friends.” Rimmer offers him a truly poisonous look and Lister nearly falls off the sofa snorting with laughter.

Rimmer folds his arms. “Well, if you know so much,” he sneers. “Work it out for yourself.”

“Nah, ‘cause you’ll just say yes to anything in the hope I’ll shut my gob,” Lister says without taking offence, and Rimmer looks vaguely exhausted. “Come on,” he wheedles, “tell me what’s eating you.”

“Nothing!” Rimmer snaps, unfolding his arms in a jerky motion and stalking off to fold himself into his bunk so that Lister has to awkwardly lean his head over the back of the sofa to see him. “Maybe I just want to live somewhere with basic standards of cleanliness.”

“Yeah,” Lister allows, watching Rimmer rub at the webbing between thumb and forefinger obsessively, as though seeking comfort. “But usually you yell at me until I do it. This,” he says, gesturing at the hard work of the scutters, “could be interpreted as nice, Rimmer, so you’d better do something selfish before the Playboy cover designers get in touch and make you every Miss July for the next century, or something else equally unlikely happens.”

“You’re an unbearable goit with all the standards and appeal of a mangy, leg-humping jack russell.”

“That’s the spirit. Now, explain yourself, you uptight lunatic.”

Rimmer makes a face at his own knees, then looks up, sees Lister watching him, and makes an even unhappier face. “Well,” he says, and then Lister has to wait and listen to nothing but the noise of deep space and Red Dwarf slowly falling apart around them for a good minute. “We ought to be ready for the babies, when they arrive,” he says suddenly, addressing the starched creases in his trousers.

“Which will be in about seven months,” Lister prompts gently, turning around to lean his chest against the back of the sofa and watch Rimmer better. He rubs the back of his neck carefully, tugging at the baby hair under his dreads. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be prepared, but - seven months is a long time, in the depths of space with sod all else to occupy them. Rimmer seems oddly hung up on it. The thought occurs to him like a lead weight in his stomach. “Look, man, I know we never asked for ‘em, but they are coming, so even if you don’t want them around you’ve-”

“No!” Rimmer says sharply, and when he meets Lister’s eyes he knows Rimmer is entirely serious, even though he still doesn’t understand literally anything else about the situation. “It’s not-” he waves a hand at Lister dismissively. Then he fixes his gaze on his hands, and addresses his remarks to those. “Pregnant people are supposed to rest,” he says sternly, “and be undisturbed by - by mess, and noise, and small children.”

Lister feels a frown settle on his brows, and a worry settle in his gut. Rimmer swallows hard, adam’s apple moving like a yo-yo. “Why’s that?” he murmurs gently, as if - if he could only be quiet enough - the question wouldn’t spook Rimmer out of his honesty.

Rimmer shrugs one shoulder. “Stops the baby growing up strong,” he recites oddly. “Mummy said she’d spent so much time running after my brothers that she was worn out with me, and that’s why I was slow.” He sniffs. He looks horribly lonely, and a hundred thousand miles away, and it’s like there’s a fist around Lister’s heart slowly constricting. “And that she might as well keep focussing on them, since I was never going to catch up.”

Lister shakes his head slowly. “Rimmer,” he says, “you’ve got more hang-ups than Elton John’s feather boa rack. I’m not raising the kids like your parents did you, and I’m not going to lie on the sofa for the next seven months doing sod all.”

“Whereas normally you’re such a ball of energy,” Rimmer snipes, but his heart’s not in it.

“Yeah,” Lister agrees calmly, “I’ve a strict schedule of slobbing about in different places and I’m gonna stick to it. Rimmer.” Rimmer flicks his head up guiltily and Lister offers him an exhausted look. “You can’t just decide to only care about my health when it suits your trauma and really annoys me, alright?”

Rimmer frowns. “Why not?” he whinges - which is a surprise, because Lister was anticipating him latching onto the caring thing, and not getting much further.

Lister spreads his hands. “All or nothing, baby,” he says firmly and with cheer, and then shoots Rimmer a wink - which reminds him of the aforementioned caring thing, and sets him off sputtering.

“And - and I don’t care,” he manages in the end. “Watch me not caring, you odious toad.”

“Uh-huh,” Lister says, and then, when Rimmer chances a glance his way, blows him a kiss to make him go all red and cross. It’s really ridiculously endearing.

“This,” Rimmer says, pointing at him, “is a manifestation of my dreadful upbringing, and, and Stockholm syndrome, anyway.”

Lister manages a grin, and lets it go. As he slumps back into the sofa, he can’t help but wish that Rimmer wasn’t probably right - and not just because the man is obnoxious and intolerable on a good day, when he’s wrong - and failing that, that this Stockholm syndrome, this resolute and unbending care that humans apparently manifest for one another despite literally everything when there is nothing else in the universe except a few creeping lifeforms and the persistent love they put out like radiation from a life-destroying nuclear incident, touching everything and making it all complicated - he cannot help but wish that it wasn’t there, or that it was there more, or something. That Lister loved him less, or that Rimmer loved him more, or that there was anything, anything at all, that Lister could do to change that.

But there isn’t, and he hasn’t got a hope in hell of Rimmer ever acknowledging affection without yelling got you afterwards, so he’d better just - stop bothering, really. Lister sighs, and smoothes his shirt over his stomach. He doesn’t care that Rimmer doesn’t want to care. He’s fine about it.

He hears his own brain make the game show noise. In a fit of pique, he removes one vile sock and throws it into the cleared space designed for the cots, and tries not to think about the hair-pulling sense of satisfaction he gets from listening to Rimmer yell at him.

[chelsfic]

Leftovers - Part 6 - Nandor the Relentless x Reader Fanfic

Previous parts: Masterlist

Summary: In which the reader and Nandor engage in some smut. There are lingering effects after the attack by the unknown vampire. A fight breaks out! And Fucking Colin Robinson can’t help himself when it comes to Scrabble.

A/N: Yeah, hi. It’s me. I spent all day struggling with this unwieldy beast and trying to shape it into something the least bit consistent. I really hope this holds up with the rest of the fic. I am also thinking that a vampire orgy is on the horizon, lol. 

Warnings: Smut, Female Reader-insert, Reader is described as short and a roller derby player, lingering trauma from vampire attack, memory loss due to hypnosis

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The horrible, empty echo of erased memories is still with you when you wake, like a forgotten dream that nags at the back of your mind. Nandor sleeps like the literal dead beside you and the inside of the coffin is utterly dark. His presence wraps around you. His solid body is a comfort and his scent fills the enclosed space--earthy and spicy with an edge of coppery-blood-soaked menace. It should raise the hairs on the back of your neck. Your primitive instincts should be screaming at you to run. Instead you draw closer to him, resting your head beside his, close enough for your breath to warm his lips.

The moment is quiet and still, despite the frantic beat of your heart as you recall the softness of his lips on yours and the proud, possessive audacity of his hands on your body. You think Nandor’s kisses must be at least as addictive to you as your blood is to him. Ever since that frenzied, blood-drunk makeout session you’ve had the memory of it running on repeat in the undercurrent of your thoughts. But, Nandor? Does he...want that outside the context of blood letting?

There’s only one way to find out, chicky, Nadja would say. 

You lean forward, pressing your mouth to his cool lips, marveling at the contrast with your sleep-warmed skin. For a long moment he remains unmoving... dead to the world. You dart out your tongue and stroke it along his full lower lip, thrilling when you brush the wicked point of a fang. Your hands cup over his bearded cheeks, and you drag your fingers along his jaw as he gradually stirs beneath your touch. He wakes with a deep groan that rumbles up his throat and into your kiss. His lips move with yours now, parting to admit your seeking tongue. He catches your bottom lip in his teeth and nibbles gently, eliciting a pleased squeak from you.

“Nandor...” you pant. He’s fully awake now. His hand roams down your side, into the dip of your waist and over the round curve of your hips. 

“Mortal,” he answers you, dragging his fangs along your lips with a shudder that wracks his frame. He brings his other hand up between you and brushes the tips of his fingers over your lips, “I can feel your blood. Here, and…”

He reaches down and just barely presses his flattened palm over the aching heat between your legs.

“...here,” he finishes.

Your breath falls from your lips in a shaky gasp. His touch is frustratingly light but thrilling all the same. You roll your hips forward, seeking the friction your body craves and Nandor obliges you, snaking his hand between your thighs to cup your sex and rub you through the fabric of your shorts. 

“I want you, Nandor,” you hiss in pleasure, peppering kisses to his lips, his cheeks, his nose. It’s a declaration and one you’re not sure he’ll accept.

His mouth curves in pleasure at your admission. He wants to plunge himself inside of you and tear into your neck, erasing the foul touch of that unknown vampire. You’re his human. A growl rips from his throat at the thought.

He lowers his lips to brush against the shell of your ear as he barely whispers, “When I am with you I feel like I did with 35 of my 37 wives…”

He captures your earlobe between his teeth, letting his fang break the skin with a stinging little pinch while at the same time increasing the pressure of his hand against the bundle of pulsing nerves between your legs. 

“...I feel as though I could never set another peasant aflame and...still be happy…”

He closes his lips around the tiny wound and sucks, moaning with the heady ambrosia of your virgin blood as you ride his hand.

“You’re in the habit of lighting peasants on fire?” you laugh shakily, your breath coming in heaving gasps.

He laughs haughtily, “I’ve killed a thousand peasants and drunk a thousand virgins, my human.”

Okay, pillow talk could use some...work. It doesn’t matter anyway because you soon lose your power of speech and resort to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breaking his hold on your earlobe in the process. 

When Guillermo throws open the lid of the coffin you’re clinging to Nandor’s body with his hand buried between your thighs and a completely obvious moan dying on your lips.

Guillermo’s mouth falls open in shock and you jump away from Nandor, scrambling over the side of the coffin and burning in mortification when you notice the camera crew lurking in the open doorway.

“Guillermo!” Nandor shouts. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

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“So...things are getting a little complicated with the human…”

Nandor is still seated in his coffin, one arm draped casually along the rim, and addressing the camera with an uncomfortable grimace.

“It’s like, do I want to drink her or do I want to do the sex with her?”

He looks off to the side, shaking his head in confusion. After a moment he finally climbs out of the coffin, standing and revealing the massive erection tenting his trousers.

“I wonder where Laszlo is…?”

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There’s a saying in the derby world. “Roller derby will save your soul.” Sure, it might ruin your knees, break your nose, and deplete your bank account. But when you’re skating on the track with your league you can let go of everything else in your life for a little while. 

The nagging black hole in your memories from the rave went away while Nandor touched you. But it returns with a vengeance soon after and you arrive at practice with a headache and a foul mood. Tonight is contact drills. Thank god. You really need to hit something. 

You go through the motions of warming up, tossing greetings to your fellow skaters and letting yourself be in the moment. Your body knows these movements like the lyrics to a favorite song. You’re strong, fast and in control. Everything that you weren’t last night when...whoever it was attacked you and stole your memory. By the time you break a sweat you’re grinning with exhilaration. 

You run through drills, losing yourself in muscle memory. The night ends with a short scrimmage and you on your ass after a truly impressive hit from one of the new skaters. The girl looks horrified that she’s hurt you but you just laugh it off, slapping your wrist guard to hers in congratulations.

By the time you step off the bus and make your way up to the front door of the house you’re feeling loose and pleasantly sore. And hardly frustrated at all after your interrupted moment with Nandor this evening.

Hardly at all.

As soon as you step inside Guillermo rushes up to you with a frantic look on his face.

“Nadja and Nandor are going to kill each other!” he cries.

Can you never have a nice, peaceful evening in this house? Maybe a game of Scrabble or a movie night?

All the vampires are assembled in the library and Nandor and Nadja are both floating in the air furiously hissing at one another like a couple of street cats.

“YOU BLOODY, SLUG-FACED ASSHOLE!” Nadja shouts, clawing out her arms and flying towards Nandor, who throws out a kick and sends her crashing into the opposite wall.

“Nandor!” you shout, disgusted. “What is going on!? I leave for a few hours and all hell breaks loose?”

“HUMAN! Tell your snake-ass boyfriend I am not to blame for what happened last night!” Nadja cries, breaking into a hiss as Nandor flies at her with murder in his eyes.

“Stop it, Nandor!” you shout, dropping your gear bag and reaching up to snag his ankle as he floats by. Rather than slowing him down as you intended, you end up getting dragged along the floor in his wake as he chases Nadja out into the hallway. 

“Gaaah!” you shriek, hanging on to him and trying to dig your heels into the floor to slow him down. When that doesn’t work you forcibly pull yourself up his leg, grabbing onto the thick belt at his waist and climbing until you’re wrapped around him piggyback-style. You clamp your hands over his eyes and shout, “Stop!”

“Fu-cking human!” Nandor curses, reaching up and prying your hands off his eyes. “You stop it or I’ll drain you right now. I mean it!”

The threat falls flat, considering he’s currently in an apparent fight to the death over your safety and honor…

“If you kill Nadja I’ll never kiss you again...or any other stuff!” you growl, digging your fingers into his thick hair and giving it a yank. He hisses and swats at your hands. 

Nandor actually pauses to consider your words, looking over his shoulder at you in hesitation before scoffing, “Psssk, you can’t resist my dark power, human. Now shut up and let me kill our roommate!”

Nadja has retreated up to the vaulted ceiling above the main entryway and Nandor surges upward after her. 

You shriek in terror, “I’m afraid of heights, you jerk!”

“I’LL RIP OUT ALL OF YOUR DIRTY PUBIC HAIRS AND SHOVE THEM IN YOUR EYEBALLS YOU--!”

Just as Nandor is about to collide with your astonishingly imaginative vampire mama, Laszlo barrels out of nowhere and rams into him with a dramatic cry, “I say, keep your hands off my lady wife!”

Nandor launches backwards and crashes against the wall, crushing you and knocking the wind from your lungs in the impact. You both crumple onto the upstairs balcony. Nandor recovers at once, making ready to jump into the fray, but you’re lying on your back, coughing and wheezing as you try to get in a breath.

“Stupid...jerk...vampires! Knock it off!” you gasp.

Nadja flies down from her perch to land at your side with a moue of concern.

“Poor, baby,” Nadja coos over you before turning on Nandor. “Now look what you’ve done, donkey dick!”

Nandor kneels on your other side and whines, “I did nothing! It was Laszlo!”

You lift yourself up onto your elbows and eye both vampires with as much exasperation as you can summon.

“Enough! Nadja...I forgive you for leaving me on my own. I know how horny you are--”

“Thank you, human,” she sniffs.

“Nandor...stop trying to kill Nadja,” you order, trying to instill the tone of authority into your voice that comes so naturally to him.

He rolls his eyes and pouts but finally murmurs, “Fine.”

“Good…” you sigh, getting to your feet with a moan of pain. “I’m gonna go lay in bed with an ice pack on my ass. Try not to kill anyone--er, well...at least try not to kill each other…”

---

After a shower and some icing of the blossoming red and purple derby bruise on your right butt cheek, you make your way downstairs to find that Nadja, Laszlo and Nandor have all gone out hunting. Colin is sitting by himself in the library with his newspaper and Guillermo is tucked away in his room, talking to his mom on the phone.

“Hey,” you greet Colin as you gingerly drop down onto the couch. “Do we have any board games? Maybe Scrabble?”

A grin spreads across Colin’s lips and you miss the sheen of blue hunger in his eyes as he replies, “I think I’ve got an old Scrabble set around here somewhere…”

---

“...And then in 2017 it was David Eldar who took home the championship. But, of course, today the reigning champion is still Nigel Richards. But what’s really fascinating about competitive mind sports, like Scrabble--”

“What the fuck!” Nandor appears in the doorway of the library and you immediately turn to him and make grabby hands.

“Save me!” you implore dramatically. 

Colin snickers under his breath, “Sorry, Nandor, I couldn’t help it. There’s just something about Scrabble that really gets me going…”

“Fucking Colin Robinson…” Nandor mutters darkly as he trails you up the stairs, following you right into your room and shutting the door on the camera crew behind him. 

You plop down onto your bed, wincing a little with the pain of your massive bruise. When you glance up at Nandor you notice a splash of red blood on his chin.

“Have a nice...hunt?” you ask, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.

Nandor grins and perches beside you on the bed with a sweep of his cape.

“Jealous?” he questions with a smug smirk that bares his fangs.

Yes.

“No,” you insist. “I like my blood right where it is, thanks.”

Nandor narrows his eyes and needles, “Really...” His gaze falls to rest on the thrumming pulse of your throat. “Are you sure you don’t prefer it on my lips...or my tongue…?”

He crawls over you and the dark curtains of his long hair cascade down around your face as he bends to lay a kiss along your jaw.

“No biting!” you insist and he pulls back with a pout.

“Not even just to wash the taste of those joggers out of my mouth? They tasted like shit!” he complains. 

You really shouldn’t be pleased that he prefers the taste of your blood over others but…

“You’re getting spoiled,” you grumble, reaching up and idly playing with his hair. “But you’re very pretty…”

Nandor settles down beside you and pulls you onto his chest, running his hands over your back and down to the curve of your backside with a lecherous leer. 

“You’re the one who’s spoiled. I should have left you in the human cell to feed on when I choose…” 

The threat is comically empty.

You roll your eyes at him and squirm up to press a kiss to his bearded chin, “Yeah, but then I’d probably be dead by now...and you wouldn’t have someone to smooch and cuddle in your coffin, so…”

He cups your face in his hands, drawing you back down and pressing his mouth to yours in a long, passionate kiss that erases the taste of jogger’s blood from his tongue. 

“I suppose that there are certain benefits to mercy…”

Nandor picks up where you left off in his crypt. He kisses you senseless, until you’re a squirming bundle of need and then he finally reaches down between you and pushes his large hand down the front of your shorts and into your wet folds. His hands may have been made to hold a sword in battle, to bring pain and death, but they are also capable of the utmost tender and skilled care as he works you into a keening frenzy on top of him. You wail with the intensity of the orgasm that crashes through you and he keeps his hand on you, rubbing and stroking your oversensitive flesh until it almost hurts. 

His erection juts between your bodies, obscenely obvious through the thick fabric of his trousers. You’re still breathless with the force of the pleasure he’s given you when you make your first shy, tentative advances. As soon as your warm hand presses against him through his pants Nandor let’s out a fierce growl and he grabs your wrist, directing you to apply more pressure, rutting himself against your little hand. You reach for the waist of his pants with your free hand, tugging at it and fiddling with the absurd number of buttons until he finally assists you, opening his fly and reaching in to free himself.

Nandor’s smile is goofy and pleased with himself as he watches your virgin eyes roam over the impressive length of him. You reach out to touch. He’s thick and heavy in your hand. Your touch is feather light, experimental, hesitant. You watch as his eyes fall closed and his lips part. Nandor the Relentless is at the mercy of his mortal pet. Your touch grows firm, more confident. He fists his hands into the sheets and pants out the faintest, needy cries of pleasure until he’s twitching and shaking in your hand with his own release. The cold spurt of his seed falls over your fist and stains the rich fabric of his tunic.

Now that it’s over you’re unaccountably shy. You tuck yourself into his side and hide your face in his shoulder as he recovers himself. You fall asleep like that, clinging to him. And for the first time in centuries Nandor sleeps outside his coffin, curled protectively around you.

---

You’re sitting cross-legged in the high-backed armchair across from the camera man. His question hangs in the air and you pull the hood of your sweatshirt up, tugging on the drawstrings to hide your face as you answer.

“Yeah...I’m still a virgin.”

Memories of the previous night swirl through your head and you tighten the drawstrings until only your eyes peer out from the hoodie.

“...for now.”

---

“Guillermo!” Nandor shouts from his crypt. “I have clothes for the washer woman!”

---

A/N: Ugh---please send me soft, nice things. I’m entirely unsure if I’m happy with this. The only part I know I love was the fight scene with Nadja and Nandor.

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[chaseatinydream]

dazed || c.s (atz)

➵ PAIRING: reader x choi san (ateez)

➵ WORD COUNT: 2680

➵ GENRE: suggestive

➵ SYNOPSIS:  he’s beautiful, whether he knows it or not, and you’re determined to prove to him that he is

>>>

It’s way past midnight when San reaches your home.

The night is cold and the wind nips at the exposed fingers peeking out of his jacket sleeves as he fumbles for the keys outside your door. It’s almost completely doused in silence, in the distance he can still hear the odd car driving down the street, but your house is mostly removed from the bustle of the main roads that never sleep. He manages to slide the keys from his wallet and reaches over to push it into the lock, but it's at that moment that he pauses curiously to look down.

There’s light shining underneath the door.

Confused, he pulls the sleeve of his padded jacket back to glance at the watch sitting on his wrist. 2:38AM. He’d already told you that he’d be back rather late due to his schedules, so why were you still awake? Had you fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come home yet again? His heart both pinches in worry and blooms with the warmth of summer, even through the cold autumn air.

With a little more haste than he has previously, San pushes the key into the lock, feels the teeth click, and turns it, the door swings open and he slides off his shoes in the hallway. From the faint glow coming from the living room and the sound of people chattering over the speakers, you must have fallen asleep watching the television. Shutting the door, he pads down the hallway, feet bare against the floorboards, and pokes his head into the living room to see what you’re up to.

To his surprise, you’re not asleep, instead, you’re sitting on the couch with an unreadable expression on your face, arms folded across your chest as meaningless scenes play out across the screen of the television. The soft hues of reds and greens curve and flicker across your cheeks; you're beautiful, and you're home. With a soft, fond smile, he steps into the living room, calling out your name. "You're still awake, sweetheart?"

"San." Your voice is short, curt and for a second he finds himself confused, you sound upset with him, but for what reason? Then you tilt your head towards the couch and he sees something lying there. Taking another step closer, the object comes into focus and he realises what it is, a cherry red flush warming his cheeks.

It's the magazine containing his photoshoot with Dazed Korea, an outfit of washed out retro style jeans paired with the point piece of his shoot, a Dior lace top that had left just enough bare to seduce and whet the visual appetites of readers, while leaving the rest to the imagination, teasing them mercilessly with exposed skin in all the right places. He'd enjoyed that shoot immensely, the exhilarating rush of knowing the effect he'd have the readers making his blood run hot throughout the entire time the photographer had been clicking away. At the end, when the photographer had complimented him for his professionalism and smoldering gaze, he'd felt like he'd accomplished something great, even though he had a little low self esteem.

He hadn't known that the magazine print would be released today, the photographer wanting to keep it a pleasant surprise for him, but it seems that you have gotten your hands on a copy before him.

"Ahh, that." San says shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd felt so confident doing that shoot, like Icarus tasting the fire of the sun, but in front of you, he simply gives a sheepish grin, nervous and anticipating your reaction to it. "Did you like it? I know I don’t look very good, but-"

“Did I like it?” You repeat after him, voice dangerously soft and his heartbeat spikes as you rise from the couch, taking one step closer to him. “Oh, I did, and I liked it very, very much. Too much, in fact.” Your hands reach up to rest teasingly soft on his shoulders, the gentle pressure of them seemingly burning through the thick layers of his outerwear down to his skin. He swallows, forces himself to remain on his feet even though all he wants to do is to let his knees buckle under his weight. “But you see... when I realised so many other people got to see my handsome boyfriend dressed like that, all over those magazine covers,” your fingers curl under his jaw and his throat constricts, a fluttering breath trapped in the back of his mouth, “I can’t help feel... possessive.”

“You’re jealous?” He manages to fumble out, even as your hands slide down the collar of his thick jacket to grasp the edges of the fabric. San immediately regrets the words that have just left his mouth, because the second they do, there’s a dark gleam in your eye, mysterious, sultry, and oh so wicked. Then your lips curve into beguiling smile that leaves his tongue bone dry, “Of course I am.”

Your fingers begin to ease the heavy fabric of his padded jacket off his shoulders and his heart hammers in his chest, he can hear it pounding it in his ears, is sure that you can as well. “You know I love it when you’re confident enough to do things like this,” you whisper, dark eyes catching his, magnetic, pulling him in. “But there are times when I also want you all,” you take the zipper of his jacket between your fingers, “to,” his heart skips a beat, “myself.”

The jacket slides from his bare arms to land at his feet with a soundless thump, or perhaps he simply can’t hear it over the blood roaring in his ears.

“You have me.” San breathes, even before he realises what he’s saying, like he believes it with all his heart, like it’s the truth. “You have nothing to be jealous about.” Your hands sit at his hipbones, soft, teasing, barely there, and he licks lips that suddenly seem too dry before continuing. “All of me, you have it, it belongs to you.”

“Is that so?” You sound thoughtful, thumb dragging over the sharp crease of his hips through the thin fabric of his tank top and he makes a bitten off sound, eyes squeezing shut involuntarily at the feeling.

When he opens his eyes again, you’re looking him with unreadable eyes, they’ve always been bewitching, and he’s never been able to resist their sirens’ call to his soul. A smile pulls at the corner of your mouth, and the raw hunger in your gaze almost scares him, but if it’s you, he wants it all.

“Well then,” your voice is barely above a breath, “would you model for me? For my eyes only?”

Funny you should ask, as if he would be able to deny you anything when you talk like that, when you look at him with those eyes. San manages a nod, opting not to speak because he’s not quite sure he can form coherent words at the moment, and instead asks a single question. “Here?”

“Here.” You nod, the action slow and deliberate, reaching over to the couch to pick up a second object he hadn’t quite noticed earlier, it’s a small camera he had bought for you on your second anniversary together. “Lie down for me?”

And he does, moving under the intensity of your gaze, sleek like a cat as he sinks to the floor, letting his back come into contact with the floor, it feels like ice against the burning heat of his skin. He looks up at you, did he do alright? And you smile, beautiful and deadly, before you’re stepping forward to kneel over him, and his heart leaps into his mouth, every nerve end tingling with electricity.

What-

Before his mind can get anywhere, you lean down and kiss him. The barest flutter of lips on lips, fragile as the moment you live in, and you take it slow, moving your mouth as if you have all the time in the world and he sighs into you. He feels you smile against his mouth and his head spins, but in your arms he feels warm, safe. Then you pull your lips from his and he blinks up at you with wide, confused eyes, “I thought you wanted me to-”

But then you’re kissing him again, deeper this time, still slow and lazy as if savoring a glass of vintage wine. He lets out a little whimper and you swallow it with your mouth, one hand tracing lazily over his ribs and he makes a soft noise. His hands raise instinctively to rest on your back, to search for something to ground him, but you push them back to the floor above his head with a sound of disapproval, “Ah, ah, ah, you’re supposed to be modelling for me, aren’t you? How am I supposed to take any good photographs of you if you move, San?”

This is cruel, San thinks, chest heaving as his hands fist over nothing, his mind is tethered to nothing and lost to the waves of pleasure that run through his body. This is downright cruel.

You smile, pleased that he understands, and reward him by dipping down to kiss him once more. This time the kiss is burning, near intoxicated as he gasps and you lick into his mouth, he groans deep in the back of his throat when he feels the slide of your tongue against his. Then you’re pulling away just before he can taste you and he tries to chase your mouth, but you hold him down with the faintest pressure of one hand on his shoulder, fingers tracing unidentifiable shapes and patterns over bare skin where the sleeve of his shirt has slipped down.

The other hand picks up the camera you’d set down earlier and he tries to steady his breathing, knows his cheeks are flushed champagne pink, and you whisper a gentle kiss across the shell of his ear. “Smile for me, pretty boy.”

He barely manages to process what you’ve just said before the hand on his shoulder slides downwards, he blinks and your nails drag over a nipple. A muffled cry leaves his lips and his head falls back, mouth open and gasping for air at the sharp pleasure. His eyes squeeze shut, and he faintly hears the sound of camera shutters going click before he opens them again, small tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he gazes up at you, dazed.

“See how pretty you look.” You coo, one finger still drawing lazy circles around his nipple and pleasure throbs through his body. You adjust the dials and turn the camera around so that he can see himself, and his throat runs dry, he looks utterly wrecked and debauched at your hands. With a satisfied smile, you set the camera to the side and run your fingers through his hair. “I’m so lucky to have you.” You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and ghost your fingers up his bare torso, rucking his shirt up to expose his abdomen to the chilly autumn air. He shivers softly, claws at nothing and you laugh softly at the desperate look on his face.

“So, what was the next picture you took?” You push your mouths together and catch the bottom lip in between your teeth, worrying the tender flesh there. He chokes out a groan, arches into your touch. He can’t think, let alone remember what he’d done on the day, but you seem to know already, pulling away from him once more. “Ahh, right. You raised the hem of your shirt for the world to see.” You recall, brushing a hand lightly across his stomach and immediately you see the muscles there tighten and flex under your touch, and soft gasp falls from his mouth. “Let’s recreate that, shall we?”

How? He wants to ask, but before he can find the words, you slide down his body to sit at his calves, brushing against him right there and he lets out a choked whimper, upper body twisting as he tries to stave off the arousal that consumes his mind completely in its haze, eyes tightly shut in an attempt to drag himself back to some form of sanity.

But that only thrusts him deeper into the sensation of your mouth, soft and hot and wet, trailing across his exposed hipbone. He scrambles upright just in time to see and feel you sink your teeth into the sensitive flesh there, sucking hard and his arms collapse under him. His stomach twists and heat edges down his legs, his toes curl. He feels too much, your mouth works its way along the hem of his jeans and he glances down just in time to see you take the denim between your teeth and drag it down, just enough so that you can press scorching kisses there; the sight alone is nearly enough to snap the coil twisting in his belly. San cries out when you nip and tongue at the marks you’ve left, breath hot and heavy on his skin, and scrabbles uselessly against the smooth floorboards in search for some form of purchase.

“Look pretty for me.” You whisper against his hipbone but he barely hears you over the sounds of his whimpers, it’s too bad you can’t capture the sounds he makes too, you think. Instead, you press down on the button and there’s a click, you turn the camera around so San can see the image of himself, splayed out on the ground, completely vulnerable for you. “What do you think?”

A deep groan leaves his mouth at the sight of himself, the deep purple marks and red blooms scattered across his skin, left there by your mouth. He’s an utter mess, an artwork created by your hands, and you press a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek, so innocent in comparison to what you’ve been doing the entire night. “See how pretty you are, San? How beautiful you look? And to think that these photos are for my eyes only...” You sigh, and San lets out a high, bitten off whine as you stroke the inside of his thigh, still looking down at the camera. Then your hand stills and he nearly sobs at the loss of movement, forcing his hips to still before they can chase the firmness of your hand. “Do you think you’re beautiful, San?”

“I-” He hesitates and in that breath, you rake your nails down his pelvis, dangerously close to where he wants you the most but not quite touching him, and he chokes, jaw working soundlessly as he struggles under you, attempting to curl in on himself to offset the overload of sensation. But you don’t let him, pinning his hands above his head, leaning down to brush your lips against his once more. This time, it’s a gentle caress of the mouth, full of affection and San sinks deep into it, you taste the tears at the corners of his eyes and smile down at him.

“Are you beautiful, San?” You whisper softly, your eyes gazing at him so lovingly that he can’t breathe, and he must be, because of the way you look at him, the way you love him. He’s beautiful to you, and that’s enough for him.

“I am!” He gasps through rasping breaths and you smile, satisfied, one hand sliding up his thigh, closer and closer to where he needs you, and he writhes underneath you, a hoarse cry ripping itself from his throat. “I’m beautiful! If I’m beautiful, please, please, please just touch me!” His voice breaks off into a sob and you lift the camera to your eye.

A final click.

“You’re right.” You whisper, looking at the photograph you’ve just taken, setting the camera to the side before taking his face between your hands, eyes impossibly soft. “You really are.”

And then your mouth descends on him, and he knows no more.

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “consequences” mafia edition [ateez]

genre: SMUT (if you are uncomfortable by mature content, please don’t indulge into this read) + slight fluff + female reader

ficstyle: bulletpoints + oneshots + [PART 1] 

request: “ Could you do a long part 2 to the booty smack mafia ateez reaction? (You make it smutty if you want) “ 

note: this would be my first SMUT SMUT, so keep that in mind when you read this and HAPPY HOLIDAYS 

HONGJOONG

“now, sweet little kitten, what can I get ya?”

you swallowed the nervousness in your throat 

“I don’t want to drink anything...”

he got close enough for you to feel his breath on the nape of your neck 

“you’re not going to let me drink by myself, are you kitten?”

you couldn’t look at him in his eyes; his voice was alluring enough, you couldn’t imagine what looking at his face would do to you 

but he turns your face to make you look at him 

“or do you want something else?”

you could feel the vibrations of his voice as you clench the growing heat that settled in your panties 

“cat got you tongue kitten?” he smirks as he leads you away from bar

“I don’t even know your name. this would be considered stranger danger AND sexual harassment..” you tried to put up a front 

the man chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair as he kept eye contact with you, “didn’t think that this would bother you so much.. you could call me Hongjoong..”

even without a drop of alcohol in your system, everything moved so quickly 

you found yourself in the back of his spacious Mercedes-Benz 

your hair was tousled; but he liked how it framed your face

he liked your painfully satisfied face when he pulled it back into a makeshift ponytail

the straps of your dress had slipped from your shoulders; but it made your décolletage all the more delectable

he couldn’t help but dust deep, purple lovebites across them  

and he could not get his face out of your pussy 

“kitten, you really are something.. you have got to be my new favorite flavor”

you could feel him smirk from under you as his arms hooked your legs around his head  

you released your hands that were buried in his hair and covered your face; you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by what he just said

“d-don’t say th-that...”

Hongjoong stops and climbs up to meet your face; that was the 5th time that he denied you of an orgasm

you whimper at the emptiness as you look at him through your hands

“why not, kitten? you look so pretty like this.. you look so pretty for me..” he leans in for a kiss, with his lips glistened against the light, you could taste yourself on him 

you were so distracted by the kiss, you didn’t notice his angry-red tip lining up with your pussy 

the moment you felt the stretch you had to pull away from the kiss; the mafia leader was about the perfect size and girth for you 

“you are just perfect fit aren’t you, kitten~” he gives out a raspy groan as he was still trying to fill you up to the hilt of his base 

but when he got there, he took his time; dragging against your walls at an agonizing pace

you gripped onto the collar of his opened shirt, “you need to move faster.. please..”

Hongjoong used one of his hands, a hand that probably got whatever it wanted, and turned your chin so that you would look at him straight in his eyes

“what makes you think you’re the one calling the shots here, kitten? I wanna play with you a little bit more..”

(mischievous dom) you cursed in the back of your brain 

you knew that he’s got you wrapped around his fingers like a kitten with a ball of yarn 

SEONGHWA

“the only apology I’ll accept from you will be in a form of kiss.. would you be a dear and apologize to me one more time?”

you were so flustered by his visuals that you excused yourself to the bathrooms

Seonghwa tried to hold you back but you had already slip into the crowd

a group of girls had followed you; the same group of girls that were trying to woo the mafia leader himself 

“you owe Seonghwa money or something like that?” one of the overly lip-lined girl closed in on you tried to wash your hands

you had to shove them to get to the sink, “Seonghwa who? I have no interest in said-man..”

they all kept on chittering about how you weren’t enough for him but you could care less.. right?

you flicked water in their faces, “how about you try a little harder if you really want his attention, instead of swarming around me like little mosquitoes...”

they screeched and tried to come for you but a clear and loud voice echoed within the stalls

“I hope you ladies aren’t trying to cause a fight in my establishment..” Seonghwa loosened his tie and shoved his hands in his pockets

they shook their heads as they tried to fix their appearance to be noticed by him

but he wasn’t looking at any of them but you 

he turned to look at them; he jerked his head to the exit of the bathroom

they exited and they gave you the death glare

you quietly tried to slip away from him again but this time he was able to grab your arms and pin you against the exit doors of the bathroom

he was able to hold your wrists with one hand and lock the doors with the other, “you’re not gonna run away this time.. if you’re a proper human being, you should apologize, no?”

“I.. I’m sorry...” you turned to look away as you pouted in slight frustration, “is that enough for you..”

“I know you heard me earlier.. I’m not going to accept that as an apology..” the moment after he said that, he latched onto your neck and wedged his leg in between your legs 

you couldn’t even move from his grip, “wa-w-wait..I-”

he made you completely breathless; almost embarrassed by how wet you felt yourself getting 

Seonghwa could feel it too, so he flexed his thigh as he felt you rubbing yourself on his leg, “look at you getting what you want even though you didn’t even apologize.. what a spoiled brat..”

he nibbled on your jawline which was the sprinkles on top of a sundae

“I’ll d-do anything.. I’m sorry..I.. I really am..”

he lets go of your wrists and combs the hair out of your face, “are you real-”

you interrupted him by tugging him by his tie and locking onto his lips 

you could feel his lips curl up into a smirk

in one swift moment, he swoops you up and place you on the cold marble counter 

“too late to be a people pleaser now, sweetheart.. I’ll show you what happens to bad girls who don’t listen..” 

YUNHO

“time starts now”

you could feel him grind against your leather thigh-high boots 

a sense of pride washed over you 

you raked your nails up his neck and grabbed onto his hair with a little bit more force than necessary 

you were surprise that he was giving into his pleasure for pain in public

it made you smirk with pride

you pulled him down to your neck to whisper into his ears; caught you off-guard when he started to suck right below your ear

“look at you losing yourself in front of all these people.. you think you can do whatever you want with whoever you want just because you own this club, doncha babyboy?”

you could feel him pull his hand off of his hair and wraps your arms around yourself, “don’t be so high and mighty.. and Yunho to you.. that’s I’m still in charge here, miss..”

“Y/N..” you huffed 

you could feel his voice vibrate against your hair even through the loud booming bass of the speakers

he relaxes his grip on you and takes you to another part of the club; exclusive to only him and whoever he wants 

you tried to hide your smile when you saw how impatient he was, trying to rush into a room 

“needy, are we?” you couldn’t help but tease 

with a swift tug, he threw you onto the silk clad mattress and cowered over you 

“yes I am.. and you’re going to do whatever it takes to please me..”

this new surge of power made you soak right through your panties 

you started off by sliding his tie from around his neck and tied his wrists to headboard 

he was getting addicted to your nails raking against his skin; drooling at the lingering, phantom pain that it left 

your teasing lip against his pulse; never giving him the full satisfaction of a deep colored hickey 

and the countless of times you rode him almost into bliss until pulling himself out of you 

at first it was so hard for you to fit around him, sure being a big guy, he was bound to have a big dick 

you thought you were wet enough to ease himself into you but BOY WERE YOU WRONG

it was a long night that went straight into dusk

you somehow found yourself wrapped around his arms as he softly snored

you couldn’t believe that this teddy bear of a man was a mafia leader, you tried to slip away from him 

but with his eyes still closed, he pulls you back into his warm body, “you haven’t pleased me enough yet.. stay in bed with me until I say so..”

YEOSANG

“you can’t be a gentlemanly mafia leader, Yeosang... those don’t coincide with each other..” you murmured as you took another sip of your 3rd drink of the night

Yeosang’s smile is rested in his palm

he slowly takes the drink away from you has he inches closer to you, “I think that’s enough for you tonight, milady..”

you definitely felt tipsy but you were still lucid 

you tried to take your drink back but Yeosang sensually inhales your scent as he nuzzles into your neck 

“you don’t want to listen?”

“i’m fine.. I can drink more..” you managed to say, you started to feel a growing heat in your lower region 

it was like Yeosang knew by the way you tried to move away from him 

“don’t think you can hide that from me, princess.. I could smell you from miles and miles away..”

although you didn’t mind having his undivided attention, you were worried about the people around you 

Yeosang just knew; he just knew everything that you were thinking or feeling 

he lifts you up, bridal-style, and drops you off at one of the tables 

it was one of the VIP tables, where you can see everything but no one can see you

unless they really squinted 

“you like knowing that there’s people out there, possibly looking at you.. hearing you.. or even smelling you..”

you whimpered as you felt his hands massage at your breasts; slowly making you shimmy your way out of your clubbing attire 

you were shocked at his size that was pressed up against your thigh

you had an idea that he was of a respective size 

but you were you were surprised when you felt his hardened cock rub against your leg; feeling his true size

it made you drool 

and it did

Yeosang noticed and had slurped it up, “you want my cock.. don’t you~”

you nodded like it was the only thing you knew, “yesyesyes.. I want it soo bad..”

he flipped you so that he was slouching against the seat and you were met face to face with his belt that sat above his bulging, throbbing cock 

“you’ll do a good job for me.. won’t you, princess?”

all of a sudden, you wanted to whatever he wanted, however he wanted

frankly speaking, you wanted him to order you around; knowing that in the end you’ll get what you want if you listen 

SAN

“you will be mine.. and what’s mine lasts forever..”

you shook with fear as he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear 

sure, you were scared but you were just as turned on 

he was immensely good-looking despite of how much blood he had on his hands

San could feel you shake under his touch 

“I wouldn’t hurt you.. I want you to last forever..” he starts to draw circles on the small of your back

“unless you want me to..” 

you noticed that as he said that, his pants were fitting a little tighter than it was just a couple seconds ago 

you didn’t mean to look for as long as you did, but San felt an overwhelming sense of ego when he noticed you 

he taps at your chin to have you look up at him with your doe-like eyes

“eyes are up here..”

a rush of adrenaline made you do things you didn’t think you’d do, especially to a feared mafia leader 

you hooked your finger through his belt loop and dragged him into a closet where his gang kept some of their empty weapons 

San smirked as he grabbed one of his favorite pistols, “don’t worry, sweetheart, these are all for show.. unloaded and all.. but you don’t care, I can see it in your eyes..”

you drags the muzzle along your jawline and excruciatingly slow down and around your breasts 

you weren’t hyperventilating but you were breathing heavier than usual 

“wanna show me how you’d suck me off? I like to see if my merchandises is in mint condition~” 

San lifts the pistol straight at your mouth, knowing that his fingers were off the trigger made you feel a LITTLE bit safer 

you placed one of your hands on his hand and the other onto the base of the pistol 

it was a weird feeling but you couldn’t help but feel aroused by his little eyebrow raises when you changed up your little actions 

from trying to fit the whole pistol in your mouth to slurping up your drool from the sides 

San’s sudden jerk of the pistol startled you; he discarded it as he forcefully grabbed your chin

“I’ve had enough with watching.. I think I wanna take her out for a little whirl..” he says moments before he shoves his active tongue in your mouth 

he twirls you around so that you’d sit comfortably on a crate, “I take excellent care of my possessions but just so you know.. I can’t promise that you won’t a bruise or two..”

you brought his delicately strong hands up to your throat, “I-I don’t mind...”

San leans in closer and closer to you lips, “of course you wouldn’t..”

MINGI

“like this?”

he smacked the other side of your ass just as hard maybe even harder

at this point your legs completely gave on, you had no choice but to lean on him

to your surprise, you felt an uneasy yet welcoming warmth pool in between your legs

“j-just like that..” you mumbled for only himself to hear

his hand was still on your butt as he somehow maneuvers your panties down your legs

he bends down to pick it up

he takes a whiff at it before he shoves it in his back pocket 

you couldn’t believe how helpless you felt

“don’t tease me like this..” you clenched your legs in between his as you pathetically whimpered 

Mingi couldn’t wait any longer 

he brought you outside

you hissed as you felt the cold fence against your back

in contrast to the cold, your radiating heat sat right on top of Mingi’s thigh and his warm, thick lips latched onto yours 

you couldn’t help but want more and more of him

you frantically tried to get him out of his clothes; which he successfully ripped open with one hand movement 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.. why the rush?”

he wanted to hear from your lips, why you were rushing?

“I need to feel you in me...” as if your statement wasn’t needy enough, the way you said it made Mingi want to ram his cock into you the moment you finished your sentence 

“say no more-” he doesn’t even take the time to take off your clothes

he pushes up your dress so that it bunches up above your hips and he picks you up so that your entrance is literally inviting his tip in 

“you’re in for a ride, baby girl..”

WOOYOUNG

“my. fucking. pleasure.”

he had such a tight grip on you

if you fought any harder, you would fall off of his shoulder 

you were irritated but you were left with nothing to do until he put you down 

your ears perked as heard the sound of the elevator doors open

he places you, basically tosses you, down

your heels caused you to become unbalanced; making you fall backwards onto the rails of the elevator

moments as you fell onto the rails, he placed both hands on the rails, barricading you inside 

you stared straight into his eyes; they were filled with an immense amount of fiery passion and lust as yours was filled with loathsome lust 

you couldn’t help but feel extremely attracted to him 

but just because he was a feared being, doesn’t mean that can treat everyone like he owns them

“what do you want from me,” your voice was stern but laced with a suggestive tone

“besides fucking up until my name, which is Wooyoung if you didn’t know already, is the only thing you know? I just want to get to know you.. take you on a couple of dates.. maybe even take you where ever you want to on our honeymoon..”

you scoffed as you gave him a half-hearted laugh, “what a way to get to girl’s heart huh?”

Wooyoung closed the space between his lips and yours, “I believe I didn’t stutter when I said that I’m gonna make you fall for me..”

you wanted to prove him wrong, so you played along with his game, “then what are you waiting for? do it-”

he flips you around and presses his hard-on in between your ass, “I’m gonna make sure that I’ll prove to you that I’m a man of my words..”

he starts the roughly grab at your breasts, taking them out of your strapless dress and stimulates your nipples 

you couldn’t help but throw your head back at the sensation 

he wastes no time and sucks at the nape of your neck 

one of his hands push your body back into him as it snakes down to your clit and takes no time but to get you as wet as possible 

“that’s it, baby. get louder for me.. I wanna hear your voice echo in this elevator..”

in your mind, you told yourself not to give into his requests

but with how good he was making you feel, how could you not?

JONGHO

“you’re nothing but a little princess in a queen’s crown.. I’m gonna show you what little princesses like you get treated like”

you chuckled as you ran your fingers through his hair

“you’ll show me what little princesses like me get treated like? I’d like to see that very much~” 

Jongho could get addicted by your sultry voice that could be saturated with honey 

you just wanted to see how rough he could be with you 

all guys have something to prove; they feel like it’s their entitled right to 

your hands gracefully slid down to caress his face; massaging his cheek that you slapped

but he firmly brings his hand up to grab your wrist

“don’t think that you can get yourself out of this by doing whatever you want.. I’m in charge here...”

you batted your eyelashes as you shimmied your way closer to him

“you’d like to punish me, wouldn’t you?”

Jongho cocks his head as smiles

he brings you into his chest; you didn’t even notice his raising hand from behind your back

you yelped as you clenched onto his shirt; he slammed his hand onto your ass, harder than he did the first time

your helplessness fed into his pride, “a queen can try and be a queen but a princess will always be a princess...”

you pulled him by his blazer into your car; thank God for self-driving systems because you couldn’t keep your hands on the wheel for more than 2 minutes

you and Jongho waltzed into your home but you two couldn’t even make it to your bedroom

unlike Jongho, you paid attention to your surroundings

as you walked through your grand doorway, you grabbed a chiffon scarf and casually placed it around his neck; knowing that you’ll save it for later 

you moved him passed the staircase and onto the roomy couch in the living room; in which the couch had lovely metal armrests 

you shoved him onto the couch and before you could give him the chance to get up, you pushed his shirt over his head and through his arms

you swiftly took the scarf and wrapped his wrists to the armrests

you smirk as you had the chance to reclaim your dominance  

“Jongho.. you need to properly punish me..” you rigorously rubbed ass onto his bulging hard-on

“I-I swear you’ll regret it once I get out of this..” he hisses through his teeth; tugged at restraints until his fingers went purple 

“I guess I better get to it,” you huffed in satisfaction; who said a queen couldn’t be an actress?

[ masterlist + guidelines ]

[seulgiology]

it’s just a gameㅣlee donghyuck

pairings: best friend!haechan x best friend!reader

words: 1.6k

genre: very lowkey fluffy shit, basically low quality crack, just best friends being best friends

warnings: cursing, slight mention of sexual content, mentions of sex toys (nothing crazy ;), mentions of fighting

a/n: ALL CREDITS TO THE GIF GOES TO THEM!! yer yerrrr, it’s admin 1 back with haechan crack cause i need this in my life. ummmmm nothing much more to say here lol. irene fluff coming up next from me! so look forward to that ;)

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“Do you want to fucking die or something?”

“Yeah… But only ‘cause you’re here.”

“That’s your response? Weak.”

You and Haechan happen to be playing a survival game together in his and Johnny’s shared dorm room. Call of Duty? Overwatch? Destiny? To be honest, you really never knew, nor paid attention. You just knew he really, really loved playing these games. So why not try and take a dive into your best friend’s favorite alternate reality. However, you knew long before playing with him that he was kind of an aggressive player.

You sat on his bed with your laptop open while he sat in his gamer chair that he liked to call “Mark”(I like to believe I can always stay atop of my enemies. Mark just, unfortunately, has to be my greatest). 

“Why do you always choose the games you know I obviously suck at? And why does this one have...” You squint at one of the NPCs on your bright screen, “Nazis??? Hyuck, what the fuck do you have me playing.” 

Haechan quickly spins around in his chair just to look at you up and down in disgust before saying, “I don’t like Nazis either Y/N, but like, maybe you should look back at your screen before, I don’t know, one of them kill you. And for your information, the game is called Battlefield V.” He replies in that sarcastic way that he’s known for.

“Says the one who just died. Try again next time sunny.” You just saw his character die on his screen in his session of telling you off. His doe eyes go wide in disbelief and you can’t wipe the victorious smirk off your face as he curses and weeps at the loss of his life. “I can’t believe you just let that happen Y/N. What kind of best friend are you?” The theatrics come on as he pretends to wipe under his eyes and sniffle. If you didn’t know his antics by now you’d have gone over and seriously ask him if he was ok. 

But he’s Haechan. 

Lee Donghyuck. 

God of Entertainment. jungwoo is shaking

You scoff and reach over to the top of his bed, take one of the helpless pillows, and chuck it at his head for his extraness. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud lol at the surprising high-pitched yelp that came from him at your attack. He held the pillow in his lap and silently nodded to himself while closing his eyes, and the exasperated sigh that left his lips had you stifling your giggles. “I didn’t think it’d come to this, but you leave me no choice,” He looked at you with fiend sadness before getting up and taking slow, creepy steps towards you. 

Before he could speed up his steps, you tried to get up from his bed and make it towards the door, yet you failed miserably. “You think you can get away from me this easily Y/N? You’re literally as fast as the slowest turtle.” He said as he was gripping the back of your his t-shirt

"What- all turtles are slow, what are you even trying to say?" You said as you struggled against his strength. He pondered over what you said for a moment, and that moment was all you needed to rush out the room, shouts of triumph coming straight from your heart.

You run through the dorm jumping and stretching through odd places, Haechan hot on your heels. You're surprised you even made it this far without him catching you. "Don't think you're winning Y/N. I'm just having post-video game tiredness," he huffs out, obviously out of breath. You shoot a look back at him and knew you couldn't continue like this forever. 

You needed protection.

You ran into the nearest room, not caring who or what was in there. Turning the knob, you almost slam into, Taeil who turned out to be opening the door at the same time as you.  “Y/N? Hey-” He said a little listlessly while rubbing his eyes. You didn’t reply back and instead squeezed past him and hid behind his back, and used the oldest member as a shield. 

“Wow, you really must think I’m a fool to think that hiding behind the shortest person alive would protect you from my punishment.” He subtly and immediately apologized to his hyung for the insult, but continued on. Taeil gave a nod of acknowledgment but did a double-take for a moment. 

“Wait- ‘punishment’? What type of kinky shit are ya’ll doing? I didn’t know Y/N was giving you the strap,” You snap your head and look at him in horror, as Haechan damn near throws up in his mouth at the words spoken from the ambivert member.

“I support!” You hear a voice from deeper within the small room. (”Nobody asked Yuta!” Haechan exasperatedly shouted.)

“So this is how you guys think of me- a bottom.” Haechan excaims in disbelief. “But did they lie?” You think to yourself

You creep a bit further back into the room, hoping neither Taeil or Haechan have noticed, as they’ve started their own sibling-like argument with each other. You were successful taking small steps back, even hiding under the desk installed in the room. “Wait, where’s Y/N? It’s oddly quiet.” You can see him cock his hip to the side and pretend to think, you silently rolling your eyes at his statement. 

Your eyes snap to Yuta’s, trying to telepathically tell him to keep his mouth shut about your obvious hiding position. 

Yet, he had other plans for you. 

“They’re over there, under the desk, sitting on Taeil’s Switch.” He whisper-yells to Haechan and points to your location.

“Taeyong’s not in here though...?” i said what i said The oldest mutters off to himself.

You’re heart pounds in wait and you mentally face palm. Footsteps speedily walk over to you, and you didn’t get the chance to scramble back when he gripped your ankles and softly tugged you out. A pout took over your face as you looked up at your best friend from the ground, him standing tall and triumphant above you. 

“I hope you know we can fight.” You say as you continue to lay there, fierce as ever. An anxious look took over Taeil’s face as his eyes darted back and forth between you and Haechan. This wouldn’t be the first time you guy’s playfully fought each other. The whole 127 dorm knew how aggressive your mouth could be. He smirked down at you, getting ready to prepare a jab at you before Taeil began speaking.

“Hey- lets just all play a friendly game? Yeah?”

“I’ve been playing games since I’ve been here, just let me beat this gu-”

“I have Animal Crossing: New Horizons.”

“Say no more.”

You forget all about Haechan and run to his room and take out your Nintendo Switch with your game card already inside. You make it back in time to hear the current conversation. “Why are you guys stealing Y/N from me, I was just about to set up Just Dance 2020.” Haechan says while sitting behind a willing Yuta that lets him style with his current silver hair.

“I have a feeling you’re upset that you still have a 3DS instead of a Switch.” You say as you plop down next to Taeil who already had his game loaded. “Actually, I don’t need to hold a mini Taeyong in my hand when my 3DS is all I need,” He scoffs at you and folds his arms under him childishly. 

“Hyuck, it sounds like you’re talking about your favorite dildo.” You say to him, enjoying the snort that Yuta lets out. “Whatever, I just don’t know how you guys enjoy shaking trees and talking to animals with names like ‘Kid Cat.’ But go crazy.” He begins to stand up to leave, but he dramatically looked back at you absorbed in your game, conversing with his members. He let out a loud sigh, trying- and successfully- getting your attention.

You sigh out in defeat when you look at his pleading eyes that beg for you to hang out with him instead. You say your goodbyes to the other members who seem to understand how clingy your best friend can be.

“If we’re playing Just Dance, you have to let me win; and I won’t except no for an answer.” You say as you walk, a grin spread across your cheeks when he softly laughed at your statement. You both reach the living room and he gets straight into turning on the T.V. and turning the HDMI to the Play Station 4 the guys had set up already.

“Which song?” He asks as he scrolls through the song choices. “KILL THIS LOVE!” You’re bouncing on your feet at the thought of dancing to your favorite song. He presses play, but not before you catch the devious smirk on his face.

“What’d you do?” You both are standing next to each other, and he doesn’t say anything as you look to the screen, where your worst nightmare is staring back at you.

Sweat mode.

“You can’t do that! That’s cheating! I said let me win, but don’t let me die in the process.” You can feel yourself sweating already.  “Oh but it’s just a game, you’ll be fine hon. I am letting you win right?” His body is rushing with oncoming adrenaline from your whining, knowing that he’s won your competition.

You almost cry when the instrumental intro in the popular BLACKPINK begin. You put your all into the performance and Haechan barely moves his hands.

And there’s still a shit more songs after this.

[opinionated810]

Fluffy A-Z: Johnny

A: activities (things you’d do together)

Johnny’s very daring so I can see him wanting to do things like skydiving, scuba diving, etc, together. If you’re not too into that kind of adrenaline rush, I think he’d still enjoy going to an amusement park or doing anything else that’s fairly active. I think he’d enjoy something like the tandem bike ride he and Yuta went on during the 24-hour relay. He seems to like learning “new thangs” (see what I did there? 😜) as well, so I could see you doing some things like on JCC - taking an art or cooking class, learning to salsa dance together, etc.

B: beauty (things about you he finds physically appealing)

I think he’s stated before that he’s a sucker for a good smile. He’s always smiling himself and I really think he looks for people who are as upbeat and optimistic as he is. That’s why I really feel like the first thing he’d notice about someone is their smile, and why it’s his favorite physical attribute of yours.

C: cuddle style

Johnny is sometimes seen as a bit scary but I think he gets really cute when he wants to cuddle. I think he’d pout and use a cute voice if he was trying to convince you to cuddle with him. When you give in, he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you as close as possible. Johnny is capable of just cuddling for hours on end if he’s in the right mood. Sometimes those cuddles will lead to something more sexual. But just as often, those cuddles end in the two of you falling asleep in each other’s arms.

D: deal breakers (relationship deal breakers for him)

For Johnny, someone who is very pessimistic or someone who complains about everything would be a definite deal breaker. He’s very optimistic himself and I don’t think this would be a difference that could be overcome. Dealing with someone who complains all the time would be too emotionally and mentally draining for him.

E: education (what and how you learn from each other)

One of the things that makes Johnny really endearing is his outlook on and zest for life. I think that just by being around him, you would naturally absorb some of that energy. He also has a very optimistic outlook on life that’s really infectious - you’d never really know you were learning to be more like that, but it would definitely rub off on you.

F: first impression (the impression he gives off on your first date)

He comes across so confident that even if he was a bit nervous (not that I think he would be) I don’t think he’d ever show it. He would be so charming and friendly and he would make sure that you were both relaxed and having a good time. He’d keep it pretty casual on your first date so that neither of you felt any pressure and could just get to know each other a bit better and have some fun.

G: gifts (things he buys for you)

I think Johnny is more into spending time together than in giving you gifts. However, I also think he’s really good at remembering little things you say in your conversations. So if he randomly came across something that you mentioned liking or wanting, he would buy it for you as a way of letting you know he’s listening to you and thinking of you.

H: happy (when he’s the happiest with you)

I think Johnny’s the happiest with you when you’re both doing something together that’s a bit out of your comfort zones. It would make him so happy that you trust him enough to push some of your boundaries with him by your side (and vice versa). I really, really think that’s something he appreciates in a romantic partner because it builds so much trust and shows that you’re willing to take a risk for him.

I: introduction (when and how he introduces you to the people in his life)

Johnny would introduce you to everyone in a really natural way. There wouldn’t be any big event or meeting to introduce you to people. If you happened to be hanging out at the dorms when other members are there, he’d introduce you without any hesitation (even very early on in your relationship). Because his family is in the States, it might be a bit different. But he definitely wouldn’t hide your relationship from them. He’d bring you up casually in conversation so when you did meet them it would be no big deal.

J: jealousy

I actually don’t think Johnny is a very jealous person. Possessive, yes. Jealous, no. It would take a previous huge breech of trust to make him jealous. He wouldn’t get involved with someone he didn’t trust so I don’t think he worries too much about that. I’m sure he has some jealous moments (who doesn’t?), but they’re small and quick to come and go.

K: knew he was in love when ...

With Johnny, I don’t think there would be one singular moment where he was like, “yup, this is it”. I think it would be a build up of all the little moments from your relationship that make him realize his feelings for you. He would be in love before he realized it and wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you.

L: love language

For giving, Johnny’s love language is quality time. There’s nothing he’d rather do than spend time with you even if it’s in small doses because of his (or your) schedule. Just carving out an hour here or there would be his way of showing you how committed he is to you and your relationship. For receiving, I think he’d like quality time (as mentioned above), words of affirmation, and gifts. Johnny gives a lot (his time, his effort, his attention, etc.) so I think he would really appreciate someone who just acknowledges and appreciates the things he does for them. I also think he’d really love getting small, meaningful or cute gifts from his partner for no reason. It would just show him that you’re thinking of him.

M: make-out session (his favorite type of kisses)

I feel like Johnny really likes kissing. A lot. And i think he enjoys a variety of types of kisses - from really deep and passionate to silly and sweet. But I think he really loves quick, random kisses (lips, cheeks, forehead - doesn’t matter where) when they are least expected. Whether it’s him or you doing the kissing, I think he loves the surprise of a quick, innocent kiss whenever the mood strikes you. In a way, those kinds of kisses show more vulnerability than deeper ones, and I think he appreciates the trust and innocence of those.

N: nicknames

I think Johnny would stick to calling you “baby” most often. He might give you a funny or teasing nickname based off an inside joke, but he’d only call you that when he wanted to tease you or get you riled up. Similarly, I think he’d like you calling him “babe”.

O: odor (what he smells like)

I’ve seen a few posts about the fragrances that NCT uses and most say that Johnny uses more fresh or watery scents (not sure where they get their info, though). I don’t think he wears cologne on a daily basis, though. So most of the time I think he just smells natural and like his laundry soap, shampoo, or aftershave. 

P: pda

I honestly think that he’d be fine with most pda (not a heavy make-out session, though). Johnny seems to be the kind of person that does what he wants most of the time. Not that he doesn’t care about everyone’s feelings, but he just realizes that he needs to do what makes him happy, and that would include holding your hand, hugging you, or giving you a kiss in public when he felt like it. No need to hide the fact that he loves you.

Q: quirks (odd things he does)

It’s not so odd, but I can see Johnny just watching you (not in a creepy way) at random times, like when you’re reading or cooking. There will be some habit or quirk of yours that you’re unaware of that he finds really endearing and it just makes him want to look at you to see if you’ll do it. I don’t think he’d point out your quirk for fear that you’ll stop doing it.

R: romantic gestures

Johnny seems like he’d be pretty romantic on a daily basis. He likes the small, everyday gestures that show you how he feels rather than large, grand romantic gestures. He’d make you pancakes in the shape of a heart and bring them to you in bed. He’d let you pick what movie to watch. He’d hold your hand at random times. He’d rub your back or feet. He’d send you a text when he heard a joke you’d like or when he saw something that reminded him of you.

S: saying I Love You (who says it first)

While I think that he’d fall in love first, you’d need to say it first. I have no reasoning other than it’s just a gut feeling I have about him.

T: tail (what kind of pets and animals you’ll have)

I picture him with a couple of dogs, maybe one cat. But that’s about it. I don’t see him wanting a farm with horses, goats, or llamas. He wouldn’t really see the point of fish or turtles (unless his kids begged for them). I do think he really likes dogs and would want to adopt some. I can see him saying he doesn’t really like cats but would secretly be a big softie for one (especially if you really want a cat).

U: upbringing (what kind of dad he’ll be)

When Johnny has kids he’ll be the best dad! He’ll be so active with them - building cushion forts, having sword fights with paper towel rolls, reading them stories, playing hide and seek, costume parties (just imagine him in a tiara having a tea party with his daughter and her stuffed animals ... 🥰). I think he’ll be the “fun” parent. While I think he’d have rules for his kids, he’d let them get away with minor stuff on occasion just because he would find them so cute while they were being naughty.

 V: vacation style

Personally, I think that Johnny would be so fun to travel with! He’d be up for almost anything and wound’t need to plan everything out ahead of time (though he’d be fine with a loose schedule/plan if you needed one). He’s more of the explore-and-see-what-we-can-find type of traveller. He’d love just walking around a city, getting lost, and being surprised at what he finds. I think he’d also really like doing active and/or adrenaline pumping things like surfing or bungee jumping. I see him more as a city guy than a country guy.

W: wild card

We all know how much Johnny enjoys photography and videography. So it should come as no shock that I think he’d try to take your picture all. the. time. He’d love watching you do everyday things (see Q above) and would try to capture those on film. After a while, I think it would be kind of a game between you - he sneakily tries to take a photo of you and you try to catch him and ruin the photo by sticking your tongue out at him. But those would be his favorite pictures!

X: eXtremes (the two extreme sides of his personality in a relationship)

I think that, for the most part, what you see is what you get with Johnny. He’s very easygoing with most things. Even if he has a different opinion about something, he’d oftentimes let it go because he knows that some things aren’t worth arguing/debating. However, I think there are some things he feels very strongly about. In that case, he can be very stubborn and will never give in. And in some cases when you’re arguing about it, I think he can get quite angry if you refuse to even recognize his opinion or tell him that his opinion is wrong.

Y: yes (how often he gives in to you)

I feel that with Johnny, he’d give in to your wants about 50% of the time. He’s very opinionated and sure in his wants and beliefs so it would take a very convincing argument to get him to give in. However, he’s also very reasonable and likes making sure that you feel heard as well. For something small (like where to eat dinner) he’d make you work for it by playfully or cutely begging even though he had every intention of going with your idea anyway.

Z: zzz (sleeping style when you’re together)

He’s the big spoon most often when you’re sleeping together, but I think Johnny also likes snuggling with your face in his chest. As long as he’s holding you in some way, he’s happy.

NEXT UP ... NSFW A-Z: Jaemin

[katie-dub]

Rapture on the Lonely Shore

Fleabag fic

Summary: Social distancing has come into play and suddenly Fleabag finds herself unable to be close to her best friend right when she needs him the most, but will it bring them closer than ever?

AO3

It’s more Fleabag fic, prompted by a lovely new fandom friend who wishes to remain anonymous. Dedicated to @eirabach​ who is my hero. Thanks to @profdanglaisstuff​ for inspiring the title and for being endlessly supportive and encouraging, along with @ohmightydevviepuu​ and @thisonesatellite​

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I scream into the silent void of my living room for no other reason than there's no one here with me and I fucking well can.

I am handling this coronavirus shit like a fucking pro.

Tonight Bojo told everyone to stay away from pubs, restaurants and cafes, whatever the fuck that means. Hillarys is likely fucked. I think of Joe, my regular, wondering how he'll cope without Chatty Wednesdays and the food I provide, which could quite easily send me spiralling off into a major fucking crisis, if I weren't already at least 90% of the way there.

Like I said, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

The worst part of it is that my best friend, my rock, my Priest is busy doing the Lord's work and visiting the housebound so I can't fucking see him in case he gives me the plague or vice versa. Apparently his God has a really twisted sense of humour.

My phone rings, mercifully dragging me from my thoughts.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Well, hello, Father," I say with a grin.

"Oh fuck off," he chides with a laugh, "can you go to your door?"

"Is that some kind of code?"

"Just open your fucking door."

Intrigued, I cross over to the door and throw it open. My Priest stands two metres away from it, grinning at the sight of me.

"Sorry Father, I've got to go, I've had a hot delivery." I hang up, watching his beautiful neck as he throws his head back and laughs. I love making him laugh.

The only thing worse than being mildly obsessed with your best friend who you can never be with because he's a priest, is being mildly obsessed with your best friend who you can never be with because he's a priest when you aren't even allowed to touch him. In a purely platonic way, you understand, he gives the best hugs.

Oh fuck off.

"What a line!" he says, calming down and wiping tears from his eyes.

"There's more where that came from."

"Save me." He holds up his hands in a gesture of defeat, I ignore it. I've got to get my kicks somehow.

"Have you got coronavirus? Because you definitely look hot."

"Oh God help me, that was bad."

There's a loud bang from in my house that startles me. I whip around to try and see what has happened, I hate it when He does that.

I hate that my Priest has me thinking that there is a God, and that he is messing with me.

I look back to see him smirking at me, raising his eyebrows as though defying me to comment on what just happened.

“Not that I’m not pleased to see you, but what are you doing here?”

“Do you want to go for a walk? I’d love to go for a walk with you.”

“Doesn’t that go against the rules?” I say, already reaching for my coat..

“We can maintain our distance, just like spies.” He has a twinkle in his eyes, delighted by his own cleverness.

I pull on my trench coat. “You wanted to be James Bond as a kid, didn’t you?” I bet he was a cute kid.

“That tosser? Fuck no, although I wouldn’t have complained if Miss Moneypenny had wanted to check out my concealed weapon.”

“Father!” I gasp in mock horror even as I try to hide the snort that escapes me.

"I wasn't always a priest," he says lightly, "you know that." He turns and walks back through my gate and onto the street. He turns back to me, smiling and waiting for me to join him.

"Oh fuck, I should wash my hands, shouldn't I?"

Look, I run a cafe, I understand basic hygiene, despite what Claire might think. But since all this started the hand washing has been intense.

He nods. "Safety first. It's OK, I'll wait."

And wait he does as I diligently wash my hands for a full twenty seconds, all the while thinking about my Priest waiting patiently out there for me. Or maybe not patiently? Maybe bursting with eagerness for me to get back to him?

Oh who the fuck am I kidding? That man has the patience of a saint.

I return to my doorstep, and pause a moment to enjoy the sight of him, shirt rolled up to his sleeves and hands clasped behind his back as he stares down the eerily quiet street. It’s magic hour and the glow of the sinking sun lights him up beautifully. He turns before I reach him, a beaming smile on his face. He tilts his head thoughtfully, apparently searching hard for signs of.. I don't know, distress maybe?

He nods to himself, a slight smile in his eyes and he turns to head out of the gate, stepping back and letting me walk ahead of him. What a gentleman.

"Checking out my arse, Father?" I toss back to him over my shoulder.

He snorts. "I'm more of a tits man myself."

Damn.

There go my hopes that he's secretly burning a torch for me, mine are barely there, any smaller and you'd need a microscope to find them. I do better with arse men.

But you knew that already.

"Aren't you a happily celibate man?"

"I'm a priest, I'm not blind. I'm merely appreciating the glory of God's creations."

"So you believe in 'look, don't touch'?"

"I believe that you're trying to get me in trouble. And you'll get a crick in your neck if you keep looking back at me like that."

"Not really much of a walk together if I can't look at you, talk to you, or stand anywhere near you."

"These things are sent to try us," he states calmly, completely at ease with the idea that his God has inflicted an Old Testament style plague upon the world. Like humanity as a whole is the villain of the latest gripping installment of His story.

The thought doesn't sit well with me. Admittedly, I probably deserve a little damnation, but the entire human race? Or at least our most vulnerable members? I thought the meak were supposed to inherit the earth?

I stop and turn to face him fully, enjoying the way he starts as though he's bumped into me, even though he's a full two metres away. It’s still not quite dark but the street lights have yet to kick in, so it's a little hard to make out his expression. I glare at him with his arrogant nonchalance. Next he'll be pulling some kind of awful but horribly truthful platitude out of his arse like "It'll pass."

True it may be, but it's hardly the fucking point.

We continue on until I spot a bench in front of me and desperate to actually talk to my friend, sit down at one end. He diligently sits at the other, hands in his lap, as he maintains the appropriate social distance. Seriously, fuck coronavirus.

"How are you?" he asks, looking at me with what I can only assume is deep concern.

"Well my livelihood and best friend's legacy -" there's a flash in his eyes that I almost want to call jealousy "- has been totally fucked by our prime minister, how are you?"

His hand twitches, an awkward jerk that gives me the sense that he'd wanted to reach out to me. He's flexing his fingers, grasping and releasing his knee, suggesting that he's buzzing with energy, full to the brim of untapped potential and excitement that belies his otherwise calm outward demeanour.

"I'm sorry, I know how much Hillary's means to you."

That may be one of my favourite things about my Priest, his willingness to just sit with sadness. Too many people rush you to feeling better, to reassuring you that things aren't actually as bad as you think. Not my Priest. He lets you feel what you feel. And somehow he just knows what people need, whether it's silence or speaking, space or physical comfort.

Not that he can give me that right now.

"It's just a café." I don't know why I'm so quick to deflect, not with him. He knows me too well to buy that.

"You don't have to do that,” his voice just oozes softness, treading carefully as he speaks like he’s dealing with a wild cat. His fingers are drumming on his knee again. “It’s ok to hate how fucked up this is.”

We sit for a minute, him patiently waiting as I try to gather my confused thoughts and feelings into something coherent. “I know that you think this is all about Boo for me.”

“Do I?” he challenges, I frown at him from the corner of my eye.

“Don’t you?”

He shrugs. I once again fumble for words. “Do I want Boo’s cafe to close? Of course not. Do I want what we built and I made into a success to be fucked? Of course not. But that’s not what makes me want to scream. It’s the people who need Chatty Wednesdays, who need someone to talk to, even if they’re just a stranger who bought a cup of tea in the same bloody cafe as them. It’s Joe who’s in every day and now I might never see again because this pestilence could take him. It’s everyone who’s popped in for a sandwich and has nearly cried with relief that I actually have bread because some dipshits panicked and bought it all. It’s just a cafe, but it - it matters.”

He huffs and when I look to him there are tears in his eyes. “Have I ever told you how fucking wonderful you are?”

“Easy there, Father.”

“No, really, you’re fucking brilliant.” He shakes his head. “I hate that I can’t hold you right now. I want to, so much. I want to just wrap my arms around you and bury my face in your neck and breathe you in. Maybe some of your brilliance would rub off on me.”

God I can imagine one of those hugs. They always leave me somewhere between cherished and horny. The feeling of his breath on my neck just feels so delicious, sending desire rippling right through me.

I should probably tell him, but it feels so fucking good that I don’t want him to stop it. And he probably knows the effect it has on me anyway. I kind of think he’s counting on it.

“Wanting to rub off on me, Father? What will the bishop say?”

Sometimes it’s just easier to go for the innuendo than handle all the feelings brimming below the surface.

He laughs. “You wish.”

I watch as he reaches out for me, jerks his hand back before reaching it towards me again.

“I want to hold your hand too,” I finally say, nodding down to his hand and reaching towards him with my own. Not trying to touch him, just to be that bit closer to him.

A silence falls between us. It’s comfortable and easy, although my thoughts are anything but. At last I notice that the sun has set and the street lights are on. Reluctantly I realise that I should go back home now.

My Priest feels it too.

“We should probably-” “I better get -”

We laugh as one and without another word rise to leave.

“Don’t catch the fucking plague,” I say.

“Same to you. Stay well.” And we both go our separate ways.

***

It’s been a day. I’ve been trying my best to keep the cafe going but with half of London seemingly already in self isolation and the other half frightened of people, it feels a little too close to the painful times after Boo died.

I’ve been delivering food to my elderly regulars, trying to do my bit to keep them safe. Taking sandwiches to Joe and chatting with him through the door to make sure he gets his daily interaction along with his sustenance.

It took Joe a long time to answer the door today. It filled my heart with absolute dread, I was on the verge of calling 999 when he finally came to the door, brimming with apologies. I was so relieved to see him that I nearly hugged him in relief.

And to think once upon a time he used to drive me crazy at times with his eager need to chat.

I really need to hold my Priest. I know I can’t. I just need to.

I text him from his bench in his garden asking me to meet me.

“Is everything alright?” he says when he appears, dishevelled and breathless, rushing towards me before remembering and standing back.

“No it’s not, I fucking hate all this,” I burst out, my eyes welling up. “I’m scared and I’m tired and my hands are fucking bleeding from how often I wash them now -” his eyes widen and dart down to my hands, his mouth twisting in distress “- and I just need a fucking hug from my best friend.”

A tear slides down my cheek, I don’t wipe it away, I can’t bear to wash my hands again.

He sits on the other end of the bench.

“I’m holding you right now,” he says. I side eye him. “Don’t give me that look. I’m holding you, don’t you feel how warm my arms are?”

I smile, it’s a nice fantasy, he does have such beautiful arms.

“You’re tucking your head into my neck and your breath tickles, but I don’t say anything, because it feels good to be close to you.”

I love snuggling into that spot.

“One of my hands is on the back of your head so I can run my fingers through your hair. You know that way you like? You always say it soothes you when I do it, your hair is so gorgeously curly that I have to be careful not to tug on it, easing my fingers through it and tugging gently.”

It does feel good, I close my eyes and just let myself get lost in the memories of the last time he did that.

“My other hand is splayed out across your back, rubbing firmly against you in circles where I can feel your muscles tight beneath my fingers. I feel how it relaxes you, as you melt into me, sinking deeper into my arms.”

I sigh, feeling some of the tension I’d been holding disappearing as he talks.

“When your breathing has evened out so I know that you’re deeply relaxed I gently move back and kiss your cheek, grateful that I can be here for you, whenever you need me.”

He stops talking, I take a few moments to just appreciate the deep calm he’s brought to me before opening my eyes and looking at him. He’s smiling but I can see the tension in his jaw that tells me it hurts him as much as me that he can’t do all that for real.

“Thank you,” I say quietly. What else can I say?

***

The Priest is staring at me so intently that I don't know how to feel. There's just so much feeling in his gaze, wonder and joy and this uncomfortable sense that he's trying to imprint me on his heart. It's only been half an hour since lockdown was announced and he's already losing it.

You'd think he'd be used to loneliness by now.

He asked for a video call five minutes ago. I’m not sure he’s actually said a word since we connected yet.

"Are you alright?"

He chuckles, eyes turning sad as he does. "No. No, I'm really not. I finally figure out what I want, just when I can't have it."

He's completely lost me. I don't know how to react, or if I even should. I feel like I'm intruding on a private confession, like he's forgotten he's talking to me instead of his God.

He starts fidgeting, dragging his hands through his hair until it looks as wild as I'm guessing he feels.

"You're too much, you know?" I start at the accusation, not sure where I come into this crisis of his. "You're so… No, it's not you, it's me."

At least it seems like he's confusing himself as much as me.

"When I think of this - this plague taking you from me -" he breaks off, choking up at the thought and grasping at his heart as though in physical pain.

"You don't have to worry about me," I downplay, "pretty sure those human viruses don't affect us robots." I force out a laugh, it's really not funny.

"Don't say that!" he all but snarls at me, "no heartless creature could love like you."

I don't know how to feel about this. He's never seen me in love. I'm not even sure if I've ever been in love, maybe once I thought I could feel something for him, but nothing ever came of it. And sure I still want him, I'm only fucking human, but I know enough now to know sex isn't love. A scoff escapes me, his eyes narrow in response.

"You don't even know, do you? What you do?"

I'm fucking baffled.

That fury that drove him before melts away before my eyes, and he's just so… soft. The way he looks at me is so tender. It's a bit much really.

Hillary squeaks indignantly at me from inside her cage, the best friend being mad at me is one thing, but the fucking guinea pig? Give me a fucking break!

"Look at me." I drag my eyes from the squeaking fluff ball. He lifts his hand up to the screen, I can't see what it's doing, the webcam unable to follow his movements. I kind of wish he was stroking my face the way he sometimes strokes my hair or my arms. A gentle affection that sparks something deep inside me. Not in that way, you dirty bastard.

"You are - everything -" he takes a deep breath "- I need you. I need to touch you."

"I didn't think you were that sort of priest," I tease.

"I don't want to be a priest."

"What?"

"Well, I do, being a priest brings me peace, brings me joy, but that's all meaningless if I can't have you."

He's not one to joke at times like this, but I just can't believe that this is real.

"I think you've had a little too much of the communion wine, Father." I chuckle. "You didn't need to drink it all in your congregation's absence."

"I'm not drunk," he seethes, "I'm in love. With you. If you don't feel the same do me a fucking favour and say it, don't just laugh at me." He glares at me.

My chest is tight, so is my jaw, this is all - is all - it's unbelievable. That's it: unbelievable.

"You don't."

"Fuck you telling me what I feel, you infuriating -"

"Bitch?" I suggest, leaping to the change in subject. "Oooh, or jezebel, that's a good one, biblical too, I know you like that." His hand goes to his face. "Don't touch your face, Father."

He drops his hand, staring at me in disbelief. "Are you fucking serious right now? I'm unburdening my fucking soul, and you're scolding me for touching myself?"

The urge to laugh at his unthinking innuendo bubbles up in me. I try my best to fight it, wanting to be serious even as we have a conversation that feels like it has to be a fucking joke. At least he seems to have realised his mistake, cringing at what just came out of his mouth.

"I just don't want to drive you to touching yourself, I gather your God doesn't like it." He laughs, it sounds ever so slightly deranged. "I mean, personally, I'm pro touching yourself, you might even call it my favourite hobby, but if you want to keep your job, best not."

"I touch myself a lot when I think about you," he replies earnestly.

"Can't stop tearing your hair out at your ridiculous heathen's antics?"

He shakes his head. "I love your antics. Please, hear me." There's so much sincerity in his voice, he's so earnest, that part of me finally acknowledges that he might really mean this, a tiny spark igniting in my heart. "I'm not joking or drunk or having a crisis of faith. I realised that this could be the end, and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't take a chance on this. I want you. I want to kiss you and hold you -” he’s being so romantic and I really do not know how to handle this. People aren’t romantic with me, unless they’re Harry and it’s one part romance to nine parts whining tedium. “- and suck on your tits."

That’s more like it.

"Oh my god," I gasp, feeling equal parts scandalised by his bluntness and confused by the idea of anyone being that interested in my tiny tits. I glance down, involuntarily thrusting my chest forward and shoulders back as I try to see what he apparently does. "They're not much to look at."

"You've got gorgeous tits," he says sincerely, eyes locked on them and lips parted for just a moment. He looks back up at my eyes and frowns. "You do. I see them and just want to -" he breaks off, biting his lip and twisting and rubbing his fingers in midair in a way that has me imagining those fingers on my nipples.

Christ, I'm going to hell for sure.

"If you don't stop all this dirty talk, you'll make me want to get my tits out and touch myself -"

"Please do."

"- it'll be so disappoint- what?"

"I mean -" he fidgets, going to run a hand over his face then remembering all the covid rules last minute and nervously fiddling with his sleeve instead. "Fuck me. I dream about eating you out, you know? I wake up from dreams of fucking you to find my sheets wet."

My mouth is dry. Just how are you meant to react when you hear that your best friend fantasises about you even in his sleep? And I felt guilty for wanking off to thoughts of him. You know, occasionally, when I was feeling desperate or he had been particularly hot one day or it was a Tuesday.

My vibrator was in daily use.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to wake up with a hard on and not touch yourself? To just pray to God to stop messing with you and let you get through the day without looking like a sex-crazed teen who took viagra for a dare?"

I snort with laughter and he gives into the need to scrub at his face.

"Yes, luckily for me you can't tell how wet I get when you lick your lips and I have visions of sitting on your face."

He groans, sounding genuinely pained.

"God, I wish you would.” He’s so breathless, am I really meant to believe that he’s saying all this to me totally sober? “What if the world ends tomorrow and I never get to taste your cunt?"

I can’t believe this is happening, it feels much more likely that I have in fact contracted that killer disease and am lying in my flat, hallucinating through the fever.

"Lucky you believe in an afterlife."

"True, I'm sure they have 69s in heaven."

I’m not sure if they do, I mean, we’re talking about heaven, is God a fan of simultaneous oral? Does God even get to have oral? These are questions I never thought I’d consider, I don’t voice them out loud, of course, I’m a classy lady. "Do you really think so?"

"I don't fucking know!" His hands are back in his hair, raking through it, I wish they were my hands. "I just know that I want to be with you for real before I leave this world. It'd be a fucking nightmare if I got to heaven and found myself incapable of fucking you like you deserve."

"Right?" I’m pretty sure that I’ve already died and gone to heaven.

"Right." He nods, gazing at me like he’s staring right into my soul. Or through my top, something like that.

"So ... what happens now?"

"Well I love you, but I need to end this call. I'm in a very hard position right now." How does this man manage to look bashful as he’s telling me that he’s turned on by his own dirty talk?

"I love you too, for what it's worth.” I figure why not tell him? Chances are this isn’t even real. “Maybe we could help each other out? I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"I'd rather our first time wasn't awkward video call sex, if it's all the same to you?" he says.

I’m sure I must be pouting but the man I’ve wanted for a year now, the man I’ve always known that I could never be with, has just told me he loved me, filled my head with filth and now he wants me to leave me to deal with that myself? It’s fucking rude. “I mean, one way to handle that would’ve been to hold in all the fucking sex talk.”

“I’m sorry” He does look contrite, but there’s a twinkle in his eye all the same.

“No you’re not, you love that you’ve made me wet.”

“How wet?” His voice has dropped an octave to a barely audible growl.

“Fuck off. You want me to tell you all the things you’ve done to me and all the things I’m going to do to myself then you stay on the phone for that awkward video call sex. Otherwise that’s between me and my vibrator.”

He groans in clear distress, I’ll be honest, I kind of enjoy it. The man has just got me all wound up and doesn’t even want to help me finish. Revenge is sweet.

Both hands are rubbing at his cheeks as he breathes deeply, before pulling them away and glaring at me, like it’s my fault we’re both turned on with nowhere to go. "Coronavirus has a lot to answer for."

"Well if you're determined to leave me to take care of myself alone, I best be going. Wet dreams!"

"I love you, you filthy heathen."

"I love you too, you dirty priest, good night."

He gives me a look that somehow manages to be filled with fire and tenderness, as contradictory as my Hot Priest himself. "Good night," he says at last, sadly reaching out and ending our call.

Right, vibrator time.

Unless.

***

In the history of spectacularly stupid choices I've made, I cannot decide if dragging a suitcase to the house of my best friend who just announced his undying love for - and vivid fantasy life about - me is the best or worst thing I've ever done. I'm not sure what I'd say if the police stop me for making a nonessential trip. And God forbid they look in my suitcase at the collection of lingerie, sex toys and lube in there.

We aren't allowed out of the house, what do you think we'll be doing?

I get to his front door and thank a God that I don't believe in for packing Pam off to her son's for quarantine, there's no way I could do this if she were here.

I don't know if I can do this anyway.

I should've had a drink first, though I'm glad that I didn't.

I have a momentary panic at the thought of having sex with real feelings, would that be making love? My throat is closing up and I'm finding it hard to breathe. Maybe I best go home, I might be coming down with coronavirus.

My phone rings, I pull it out and answer it before stopping to think.

"What are you doing right now?" my Priest asks.

Shit.

"I thought we weren't doing that?" I deflect, "but I can get out my vibrator if I need it?"

"Are you outside my house?"

I look up, he's staring at me out of the window, disbelief and joy spread across his handsome face. I nod, and he nods back.

"Come to your door," I say then hang up.

My heart is pounding, I'm highly aware that this is no ordinary hook up, this is the start of something… Something extraordinary. I take a deep breath, trying to draw in the courage to make this leap into the unknown, but it does little to calm my jitters. This is my Priest, my world, if I fuck this up - he'll be there to catch me.

I don't know how I know this, just that I do. Would you look at that? He's made me a believer.

I hear the jingle of keys, the thunk of the lock twisting, the creak of the handle.

I'm ready for this, for him, for love.

Now fuck off, this is private.

[thomaslightwoodenthusiast]

hey guys! i finally had the time to get this started. here was the first request:

an alice in wonderland au - malec edition

i tried my best, i was kinda young when i read the book so i don’t remember exactly what it was like but this is my attempt !!

requested by @tobeornottobetequila !

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Alec woke up feeling a little dazed, and with an absolutely thudding headache. He stretched his arm out with his eyes still shut, and accidentally slapped Magnus awake.

“What was that for??”

“Sorry. Stretching.”

Now, Alec usually had great vision. It was part and parcel of being a shadowhunter. But even after he rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, it was clear that he was not in Magnus’s apartment. Or in the Institute. Or anywhere he recognised, for that matter. He shook Magnus -who had went back to sleep- to get his attention.

“Alright, stop messing. Where are we?”

“Huh? We’re in my apartment- oh.”

“You see it too?”

They shared a glance and looked around themselves. It was Magnus’s bed, sure, but it was in the middle of nowhere. There was insanely green grass, and the trees- such an odd shape. Alec could even make out a castle in the distance. “So it’s not my headache. Whatever the hell this is is real.”

The place looked like Faerie, but more in a Fairytale fantasy way- like the pair had been sent into a book.

“You know, this place gives me insane Alice in Wonderland vibes. I’m half expecting the Cheshire Cat to pop out of that tree.”

Alec looked extremely terrified. “Is that another of your cats?” he inquired.

Magnus half-laughed, half-sighed. “Remind me to never make a reference towards anything at all with you. Alice in Wonderland is a famous book, my love,” he said, kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. Things were going great right now- Alec had finally accepted himself and came out, and whilst the reaction wasn’t the best from everyone, he seemed happier. More free. More willing to love Magnus. Despite being in a completely foreign place with no idea how to leave, he didn’t quite want to. It was peaceful here.

“Do you think you can portal out?”

Magnus shrugged and waved his hands- with no avail. Not even any blue sparks came out of his hands.

“I’m afraid, only magic from this dimension works here.”

“This dimension.” Magnus repeated. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“Why not?” The voice gained a face, to which Magnus’s eyes widened. “Holy fu-“

“Language!” Alec exclaimed, mock offended.

“Sorry darling. But I need to use it right now. WHY THE HELL IS THE GODDAMN FUCKING MAD HATTER STANDING IN FRONT OF US?”

“I DON’T KNOW WHO THE GODDAMN FUCKING MAD HATTER IS!”

“Boys, boys. Calm it down. I’m simply here to tell you that you need to leave as soon as possible. People don’t like your kind here, and I can-“

Suddenly, Alec was angry. “Your kind?! Your kind as in ‘gays’? Well you listen to me, dude. We have every right to exist just like you straight people. There is nothing wrong with me not with my boyfriend and I love him so goddamn much that I’m ready to punch the absolute SHIT out of you if you say that-“

“As I was saying, your kind refers to the fact that you’re from another dimension. I was offering to help you both leave, before the Queen finds out you’re here. Also, where the hell did you get the assumption that I’m straight from? I mean, look at me.” The man gestured at himself, and Alec noticed that he shared a very similar taste in style with Magnus. Now he knew what Simon meant when he greeted Magnus as ‘the Mad Hatter’ all the time. He was still to figure out why Magnus called him ‘Edward’ though.

“Well, I’m sorry. Quite new to being out and happy, so I get defensive.”

“That’s totally understandable! Now, I suggest you two get ready and follow me,” the Mad Hatter said, ducking out of sight. This whole experience was so bizarre.

“That rant was really sexy, by the way.”

Alec flushed. “Shut up.”

“You make gay rights sound even sexier.”

“Why are rights sexy in the first place?”

Magnus rolled his eyes and got out of the bed. “You’re such a buzzkill,” he said, pouting.

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Alec’s mind wandered yet again to how odd everything was. Where was this place? What was it? Why was there an insane man leading them about?

“Alrighty boys! We’re here!” The ‘Mad Hatter’ gestured toward a portal- guess some things didn’t change. “One thing before you go. You have to take these,” he said, handing Alec a small cake-like item with an ‘eat me’ tag on it, and Magnus a small vial with ‘drink me’ inscribed on the lid. “We give them to everyone who unexpectedly turns up here before they return home.”

Magnus stares at his vial in wonder. “We really are living a fairytale right now,” he muttered, downing the stuff. Alec watched him nervously, swallowing the cake bite whole before he had a chance to taste it.

And of course he started choking.

Magnus slammed his back several times as his skin became increasingly more red from embarrassment. He then stopped, and they brushed themselves off. Magnus of course giggling silently to himself.

“I didn’t quite expect you two to be so desperate to take them- are you in such a rush to go home?” the strange man said, looking sad.

“Well, yes. Plus you did say that-“

“That the Queen would be angry if people not belonging to this dimension were here?” echoed a new voice. A female one.

Magnus spun around. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Not you?!”

The Queen of Hearts raised an eyebrow. “Am I truly that bad?”

“You behead people.”

“She beheads people?!”

“Yes, Alec. It’s the- you know what, forget it. We’re in a fairytale, the book I said about. I don’t know what the hell happened or how drunk I got to be able to conjure this shit up. But what I do know is that this is the part where he,” Magnus said, gesturing at the Mad Hatter, “gets arrested, and so do we, and our heads get chopped off.”

Alec did not quite like the sound of that. As Magnus said, sure enough the Queen of Hearts ordered her guards to arrest the other man and take them as well for immediate beheading. “What did we do?” he asked in a small and vulnerable, panicked voice. Magnus’s heart broke that second; he sounded so scared. His Alec, his brave archer boy, made so small. All he wanted to do was hold him and tell him that it would be okay, but all he was capable of doing was brushing his hand against his.

“You trespassed. And this mad man here was helping you leave. He does this all the time- and gets away with it. Well not anymore, I say! Off with all your heads!”

Alec looked as if he was about to pass out.

➰➰➰➰➰

It took surprisingly less time to get to the castle than they thought it would. As soon as they’d arrived, all three had been sent to the dungeon quarters to prepare for execution, each in three separate cells as extra added torture for Magnus and Alec. They were also brought out with hoods over their heads, meaning they couldn’t even see each other.

“Down!” The Queen barked.

The executioners shoved the three down on their knees.

“Prepare!”

Their heads were pressed against the blocks.

“Anyone have any last words?”

“Damn. You know, I really thought they’d be using the guillotine by now. It would’ve been cooler. Imagine dying, going to hell because let’s face it heaven is definitely not for me, and the other ghosts being like ‘How did you die?’ And then you get to go ‘Guillotine’-“

“Shut up, please,” The Queen yelled. Alec laughed to himself; Magnus was never short of something quick witted to say.

“Ready?”

They were hushed, the axes lined up on their necks.

“Aim...”

They were lifted off. The pressure being removed felt odd. Then Alec began to feel sick again. Like he was going to collapse.

Magnus felt so too. Even though they couldn’t communicate properly he could almost feel it in his veins. For a moment, he thought they were both going to die, and silently hoped that they would before the axes met their necks again. It would be less painful that way.

The whoosh of air they felt against themselves as the axes were brought down with force was oddly calming. Even though they were one second away from-

➰➰➰➰➰

Magnus sat up, first of all aware that he couldn’t breathe. He choked on water, coughing endless streams of it up. Once he’d calmed down, he noticed that he was soaking. His hair was dripping in his face.

“Magnus! You’re okay, thank god-“

“Guys Alec isn’t moving-“

“What?” said Magnus. There were too many voices surrounding him. He looked up and was glad to see that the soft voice that first spoke to him was his little biscuit, Clary. He was on the ground in the middle of Central Park with a few other shadowhunters- Jace, Isabelle, and Simon too- and Alec was lying limp beside him. He was extremely pale, deathly so, and he could barely breathe. His chest rattled with each one he took.

“Magnus, what happened? How did you guys fall in there?” Clary asked, concerned.

“Clary, sweetheart, I appreciate your concern but one; I have no idea what just happened and two; Alec?”

He shifted himself over- he could barely move- and tried his magic. He ordered Jace and Isabelle back. The magic shocked Alec awake, but he was too weak to cough the water out himself. The next few seconds were terrifying- Alec spasming and freaking out, Isabelle loudly sobbing in fear, Clary getting worried, and Jace. Jace was silent, expressionless. He couldn’t quite believe it- in fact- he refused to. Alec couldn’t die. Not before him.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Magnus looked at Jace with a kind smile. “No one’s dying tonight. He’s going to be fine- I can remove the water. But he definitely needs to go to the Institute infirmary. And he needs strict bed rest.”

Seeing as he was unable to make a portal because of his weakened strength, he called Catarina to pick them up and take them to the Institute. On the ride there, he was able to talk to Clary.

“So what did actually happen?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “You guys must’ve went for a walk and fallen into the river. We got a fire message from a shadowhunter on patrol of the area saying they saw you drowning- he helped you both to stay afloat whilst help came. Then we arrived.”

Magnus considered asking if she knew how the hell they had even fallen in in the first place, but didn’t. He had too little energy. So was the whole Alice in Wonderland thing fake?

Later in the afternoon, Alec had been taken to the Institute to recover and get cleaned up. Magnus went back home, so that he could clean up too. The whole thing was mad. As he took off his coat, he felt something in his pocket.

A little vial.

The exact one that was in that ‘dream’.

He decided to keep it to show Alec and made his way to the Institute. Isabelle opened the door.

“Magnus! Hey! Alec is a lot better. He kept asking for you. He wants to show you something I think.”

Magnus held the conversation with his boyfriend’s little sister for a few moments before making his way to his room.

“Magnus?”

“I’m here.”

Alec was curled up in his bed. He looked exhausted and freezing. “I feel so cold. I had a hot shower to help but it hasn’t really.”

“It’s okay. Just let me hold you. Your sister said you wanted to show me something?”

Alec shuffled up so that he was sitting against the headboard. Magnus slid on beside him, putting an arm around him and letting his head fall on his shoulder. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through Alec’s soft, dark hair. There had been a Herondale once, one that on first sight Magnus thought Alec resembled almost perfectly. The dark hair, stark against pale skin. The deep blue eyes, which held oceans of emotion behind them. And to be fair, Alec was a descendant of him. But after getting to know him, Magnus realised that Alec was not as like Will Herondale as he thought.

“This,” said Alec, snapping Magnus out of his daydream. It was a tag.

A tag that said ‘Eat Me’ on it.

Magnus wordlessly scrambled for his pocket and produced the vial.

“By the Angel. What does this mean? Where were we? What even happened? Were we actually almost killed? What about that other guy-“

“Alec, don’t worry yourself. Everything’s fine. I don’t know either. I don’t even know if we just hardcore dreamt that or if it actually happened. I mean, it’s not every day you just casually fall into a river. And you of all people- a shadowhunter nonetheless- shouldn’t be just falling in.”

Alec sighed. He shuffled back down on the bed and gave Magnus a look that meant he expected him to do so too. So he did. They still held each other tight. Alec took Magnus’s face gently in his hands, like he was precious porcelain. He kissed him, almost relieved that he could. The dream had been so real. His soft skin felt warm on his hands.

“Magnus?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“I’m glad you didn’t get your head cut off.”

The two burst into fits of laughter. This was definitely going to be an inside joke now.

Then someone appeared in the doorway. It was Simon.

“Isabelle sent me here to make sure you guys were okay.”

“Oh, we’re fine. Thank you Edward.”

Simon winked- well, tried to- and left.

Alec turned back to Magnus.

“Where the hell do you get Edward from?!”

(here’s the first of the requests! number two is currently in the making and will be done soon)

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ML: Isolation Chapter 8: Deals

Arien walked into class the next day to see a crowd had gathered around Ivan. He decided to follow suit. The reason why became apparent, as Ivan had some scars on his face. “Ivan, what happened?”

Ivan smiled and said “Buster did it.”

Adrien was confused. “Allow me to explain,” Mylene said. “See, Ivan asked to help volunteer with me yesterday. I was going to the animal shelter, and I thought I had a good idea. See, some of the bigger dogs get a little too energetic, so I thought Ivan could play with them for a bit to help calm them down. And he was doing a great job, but Buster, one of the biggest ones, got too into it and scratched him.”

“I see,” Adrien said.

“It was a complete accident, and Buster even felt sorry about the whole thing,” Ivan said.

“Yeah, Ivan’s been really forgiving about this whole thing” Mylene said.

“Why don’t you show them the pictures?” Ivan asked.

“Pictures?” Alix asked.

Ivan nodded. He looked at Mylene. “Oh, alright,” Mylene said. “I was worried because they were all from before the scar, but since you say it’s OK…” she took out her phone and everyone gathered around her. Mylene showed off a series of photos of Ivan playing with dogs. It was completely adorable.

“I gotta say, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Alix said.

Ivan blushed. “I wasn’t sure I had it in me either. But honestly, it was a lot of fun.”

“It’s all thanks to Adrien here,” Kim said.

Adrien blushed. “Who me? I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s not true,” Ivan said. “Your talk inspired me to help, and I want to thank you for it.”

“Oh, well, thanks,” Adrien said.

“You’re a natural,” Kim said.

“Yeah” said Alix. “I mean, Lila’s been great and all, but I’ve never seen a result this dramatic this fast. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from you.”

Lila was surprised. She blushed, rubbed the back of her head, and said “Maybe.”

“We’ll see,” Adrien said. “I mean, I imagine we’re both pretty busy. From what I’ve heard, after school, your life is an adventure!”

“I’m sure we can make the time,” Lila said. “I mean, you’ve gotten to know the class, and you’ve only been here for a week or so.”

“That’s true. A lot has happened” Adrien said. What would happen if Lila and I were alone? She can’t know I’m on to her, can she? If she doesn’t know, I don’t think she would cue me in on her goal just yet. It’s still too early. Still, I should be on guard for that meeting. “Well, if our schedules allow for some one on one time, I guess we could talk.”

Lila blushed. “I’d like that.” Shortly after class began for the day.

During break, Ivan met up with Adrien alone. “Hey, thanks again man” he said.

“No problem” Adrien replied.

“I mean it” Ivan said. “I know I only asked to try and get closer to Mylene, but the whole experience was rewarding.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Adrien said. Ivan then grew concerned. “What’s up?”

“Well… If I tell you something, can you promise not to tell anyone else?” Ivan asked.

Adrien smiled. “Of course.”

Ivan smiled back. “Thanks. ...It’s just, you kind of remind me of Marinette. You know, before she...well…”

Adrien was surprised. “Huh.”

“It’s just, she used to be so helpful,” Ivan said. “I guess she was, even when she was jealous of Lila. Don’t get me wrong, she shouldn’t have bullied Lila, or stolen from her, but if you were to talk to her outside of Lila, it was like talking to you right now.”

“I see…” Adrien said, pondering this.

“I mean, Lila’s been helpful,” Ivan said, “it’s just...uh...how do I say this? She is a nice person, but she’s not as good at it?”

Adrien smiled. “It’s OK. Remember, this is staying between the two of us.”

Ivan smiled. “Thanks. Well, we should get going.”

“Alright,” Adrien said. Ivan left. Adrien looked around and saw Lila standing by herself. He decided to walk over and say “Hello.” Lila looked at him curiously. “Looks like we’ll get that chance to talk sooner than we thought.”

“I guess” Lila smiled. She looked sad. “So, how do you do it?”

“Do what?” Adrien asked.

“Well, you heard the class today,” Lila said. “How do you help people so well?”

Adrien had to tread lightly. I don’t want her to undermine me on any future attempts to deconstruct her web. I still don’t even know how big it is yet. It would be foolish to make it bigger before my eyes. I just have to give a vague answer. “Well, I just listen and give positive reinforcement,” he said.

“I try to do that too,” Lila said. “But you’ve helped Ivan in a way I couldn’t. Why is that?”

She’s trying to get a more specific answer. Just keep it vague, and we should be fine for now. “Well, I guess that’s just because we’re different people,” he said. “We have different experiences, and as such, we would have different ways of helping people.”

“Huh” said Lila. “That wasn’t what I was expecting, but I guess that makes sense.”

Adrien smiled. “Tell you what. If you’re helping someone out, why don’t you text me or something? That way, we can work together! You showing off your strengths, and I showing off mine. I mean, two heads are better than one after all.”

Lilai was taken aback. She blushed and said “I’d like that.”

“I’d like that too,” Adrien said.

“Well, we should get back to class,” Lila said.

“OK” Adrien said. He started walking when he noticed Lila grabbing his arm. “Um, Lila?”

“Huh? Oh” Lila said. She let go. “Sorry. I just get nervous easily. You know, ever since the incident. And you just seem so brave. So, I just kind of…”

Adrien smiled. “I understand. Just make sure to ask. I’m not great with people touching me unexpectedly. Between my fans and Chloe, it started feeling uncomfortable.”

“Oh no,” Lila said. “Don’t worry. I’ll have a nice chat with Chloe about this.”

“You don’t have to,” Adrien said. Lila was surprised. “What I mean is, I’ve already talked to her about it, and she’s gotten better about it.” Lila smiled and nodded and the two walked off.

OK, I don’t think she’s on to me, and I’ve laid a trap. Sure, it’s double edged, and whether or not she’ll spring it is up in the air, but it’s still worth trying. Still, she knows one of my weaknesses now. It’s not a weakness she can use well, but I should be careful regardless.

After school that day, he hung out with Nino at the dance club. They taught each other more about the dancing styles they knew, and had another good time all around. However, when it came time for Adrien to leave, Nino rushed him out again. Once could be coincidence, but twice now? Something’s up. I just need to find a good time to ask about it.

He then got out his phone. He was going to message his bodyguard but decided to do a quick check of Noir Notes to see if there was anything new. He had now got in the habit of bringing his costume along, so if there was something he could do, he could do it.

Nothing around him looked like he was needed, and anything new on the site was more speculation, which was wildly varying, and more requests. Again, most of these requests were trivial in nature. But there was a new one that caught his eye due to how odd it was.

“Hello? Cat Noir? Um, I have a note I want to deliver to someone, but I don’t know how. Could you possibly do it for me? I’ll be in the TV station lobby tonight until 6:30. Thank you.”

Adrien was puzzled. He checked the time stamp. Today. And it’s about 5:45 now… He realized the Kids+ TV studio wasn’t too far from here. Well, let’s just hope this is the right one… He messaged his bodyguard saying to pick him up there at about 6:25, and went on his way.

Once he got there, he hid on the side of the building and dressed up, leaving his bag behind. As Cat Noir, he walked into the building. He approached the receptionist and rang the bell. The receptionist looked up confused and surprised.

“Pssst! Over here” said a voice. He looked over to see a young girl waving at him. Adrien was now the one who was confused and surprised. He walked over. He saw she had a lot of paper and some crayons for drawing. “I knew you’d make it!”

Adrien smiled. I love her optimism Although, she is a child, so she probably doesn’t know it was dumb luck that brought me here. I won’t tell her though. He grabbed some of the paper and a black crayon and decided to write his statements, stylizing them like a child. “How did you get onto Noir Notes?”

“Um, I saw mommy doing some research on there. She’s a news reporter! She gave me this” she said, holding up a tablet, “to watch some videos on, but I really needed to get this note out” she now held up her note. “So, I logged on and tried my best.”

Adrien smiled for her. “You did good kid. What’s your name?”

“Manon” she said. “Anyway, can you deliver this?” She held up the letter.

“Who’s it for?”

Manon looked sad. “It’s for my old babysitter,” she said. “I don’t know if you know her, but her parents run the bakery you went to.” Adrien was surprised. “Mommy said she did something bad, and that she’s not allowed to babysit me anymore. I know she didn’t do it though! She’s so nice! I wanted to deliver it to her, but I don’t know how to get there without getting a ride, and mommy won’t help me mail it. So, please?” She held out the note again, this time with her baby-doll eyes.

How could I say no to that face? He wrote “Do you need to get it to her ASAP?”

“A...SAP?”

Adrien silently chuckled. “As Soon As Possible. It means does she need it right away?”

“Oh. Well, I would like for her to get it right away, but as long as she gets it, I’ll be alright.”

“OK. Thank you. I will pass it along to her.”

Manon’s face lit up. She was so giddy she was just about to charge in for a hug. She then stopped herself and asked “Um, can I give you a hug?” Adrien nodded. Manon rushed in and hugged with vigor. Adrien hugged back.

Adrien hadn’t even considered something like this. I promise you, the two of you will be reunited. It may take some time, but I will do it. He let go and took the note. He did a two finger salute to say his goodbye and left.

He went to the side of the building to grab his bag. However, he bumped into someone. He looked up to see that it was his bodyguard, holding his bag. The two looked at each other for a little bit. Adrien surmised that he came by and saw the bag on the ground and went to investigate. Despite his appearances, Adrien knew his bodyguard wasn’t stupid. There wasn’t really a lot he could do in this situation. He sighed. “Can you at least not tell my parents and only talk to Nathalie about this?” The bodyguard was confused, but nodded. Adrien changed out of his disguise, and put it back in the bag. The two went to the car and headed home.

On his way back, Adrien messaged Marinette. “Hey, we have a bit of a situation. I got caught as Cat Noir by my bodyguard. I managed to convince him to only tell my family’s assistant, but I can’t lie to them. Could I just tell them about you? If that’s alright? Please get back to me ASAP.”

Later, Adrien was meeting with Nathalie. Adrien’s costume was on the table, along with his phone. Nathalie was rubbing her eyes. “Adrien. Please tell me you have an explanation for all of this.”

“I do,” Adrien said.

Nathalie put her glasses on and glared at him. “And?”

“Oh. Oh you want me to TELL YOU my explanation” he said. “Well...um, this is gonna be difficult.” Marinette hasn’t gotten back to me yet. I don’t know if I can keep this up.

“I can’t in good conscience hide this from your parents,” Nathalie said. “Please explain to me what possessed you to do any of this.”

“Ummmmmmmm...”

Suddenly the phone rang. Adrien reached for it, but Nathalie grabbed it first, as if her hand was as fast as hurricane winds. She noticed it wasn’t a registered number. She answered “How did you get this number?”

“Um, Adrien gave it to me” Marinette said timidly from the other line. “You’re the secretary right?” Nathalie was alarmed. “You’re talking about him being Cat Noir… Well, that’s kind of my fault.”

Adrien was worried about what was happening on the other end. He tried reaching for the phone, but Nathalie blocked him. She continued to listen to Marinette. “I see...Thank you. Have a good day.” She hung up. She sighed. “Adrien. I know you can be a bit of a problem child.” Adrien remembered several times in which he attempted to sneak out or run away just to be on his own for a little bit, causing his parents, his bodyguard, and Nathalie to worry. “But THIS just takes the cake.” Adrien looked worried. “I’ve heard what your friend Marinette had to say. Now let’s hear you explain it.”

Adrien was puzzled. “Well, so, you know how Ladybug is my favorite designer for father’s company?” Nathalie nodded. “Well, I’ve been wanting to meet with her for a while now. I figured out her name, but not much else. Then, when I went to school, I caught her catching a glimpse of me. I learned that Marinette was considered a bully, and then later, I was told by father that Ladybug had new designs for me. I knew then they were the same person.”

Adrien explained the rest of the story. How he couldn’t be seen going to the bakery, and how he felt so desperate to meet with her. The origin of the disguise. The whole Lila thing. He hoped that it got through to her.

Once he was finished, Nathalie composed herself. “Well, at least the two of you are good at corroborating, if nothing else.”

“But it’s the truth!” Adrien said.

Nathalie smiled. “I know. I can tell when you’re lying.” She sighed. “Alright, I won’t tell your parents about all of this, at least for now. But I want you to promise me something.”

Adrien was confused. “What?”

“I want you to talk to your parents more about what’s going on,” she said. “You don’t have to explain everything, at least not yet. Don’t get me wrong, I want you to, but I understand why you won’t for now.”

Adrien looked sad. “Adrien,” she said. He looked up. “They’re your parents. They care about you. They want to hear about how you’re doing. Perhaps they can even help you. Of course, I’ll be willing to help you too.” Adrien looked excited. “If what you said about this Lila person is true, then I wish to help you. I know a thing or two about behind the scenes work. Your bodyguard will also be able to help. Isn’t that right?” She looked at the bodyguard, and he nodded. “Just be sure you’re keeping up with school, and all of your other stuff.” Adrien nodded. “You’re going to be really busy. Are you sure you can handle it?”

Adrien grinned. “When you’ve had nothing to do for most of your life, there’s a lot of pent up energy to do all of this.”

Nathalie smiled a silly grin. Adrien was perplexed, because that smile was rare. “You know, I sat in on some of the meetings where your parents were discussing you going to school. Your father was worried about all sorts of things. I thought he had run through every possible scenario. I guess I was wrong.”

Adrien smiled. “Oh yeah” he said. He took Manon’s note out of his pocket. “Um, I’m supposed to deliver this to Marinette. Is that alright?”

Nathale smiled. “Don't worry Adrien, I’ll take care of this. Your father wanted me to investigate the bakery anyway. You know, after your little stunt.” Adrien blushed. Nathalie grabbed the note. “Alright. Just do whatever you were going to do when you got back before all of this. And remember what I said.”

Adrien nodded. “Thank you,” he said.

Nathalie smiled. “Let’s go!” she told the bodyguard. The two of them headed out.

Nathalie and the bodyguard had managed to get to the bakery before it closed. Nathalie walked in alone. Sabine and Tom turned to her. “Um, hello. How can we help you?”

“I know this is a bit sudden,” Nathlie said, “but I work with Gabriel Agreste. Because of the recent attention brought upon you, he wants to know about his place. I know that you’re closing now, but is there a good time to set up a meeting?”

Tom and Sabine were shocked. “Um, what would this meeting be about?” Tom stammered out.

“Mr. Agreste likes to consider a lot of possibilities” Nathalie said. “He was wondering about using your bakery as a set. Or barring that, using some of your goods for a baking motif.” Tom and Sabine looked at each other, not sure about what to do. “I will tell you, a lot of this goes nowhere. But, if you’re interested in the possibility, here’s my card,” she said, handing it to them. “Also, I found this outside your door. It’s addressed to a Marinette.”

“That’s our daughter,” Sabine said. “I’ll make sure it gets to her.”

Nathalie smiled. “Thank you. Also, if it wouldn’t be any trouble, could I get a box of cookies.”

“Oh, it’ll be no trouble at all,” Tom said. He left to get them.

“You know, Mr. Agreste’s son came in and he also got cookies,” Sabine said.

“So I’ve heard,” Nathalie said. “He told me they were delicious. I’m curious.”

“Here you go,” Tom said.

Nathalie paid for them. “Thank you.” She left the store and got in the car. They pulled off. Nathalie started eating the cookies. “Want one?” she said, offering one to the bodyguard. He rejected. She continued eating them.

The bodyguard then gave her a stern look. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “Look, I know it’s crazy, but I really want to help Adrien here. Was he foolish? Of course. But being young is all about making mistakes. I’m just here to make sure he’s making the right ones.” She smiled. “Besides, can’t you tell?” The bodyguard raised his eyebrow. “Our little Adrien’s in love.” The bodyguard thought about it, and then nodded. “I’m just not sure he knows it yet.”

Adrien went back to his room as soon as the meeting was over. He headed to the computer and saw Marinette messaged him. “Adrien! Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m still trying to process that myself,” he replied. “But basically, not only has Nathalie agreed to not tell my parents, she’s willing to help me.”

“...? Why?”

“I’m not sure. But I’m glad she is.”

“Well, I’m glad things worked out for you.”

“Sorry about dragging more people into this…”

“It’s OK. This was sudden. I get it.”

“By the way, the mission I was on as Cat Noir involved you.”

“Me?”

“Yup. I was to deliver a note to you. But Nathalie’s taking it to your place.She said she needed to scout it anyway. You should be getting it soon.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Good night.”

“Good night Adrien” she typed. She saw Adrien log off. She then spoke to herself. “What could that be?”

“Marinette!” her mom called. “There’s a letter for you! I’ll just slip it through the door as usual.” Marinette rushed over and opened the hatch door. Sabine was surprised to see her. “Marinette?”

“Uh, yeah. I just wanted to get this from you.” She took the note. “Thank you, mama!” She kissed her mom on the head, and closed the door.

Sabine was surprised. “Well, it’s good to see she's getting better.”

Marinette went up to her bed and looked at the note. “Manon?” she said, recognizing the handwriting. She opened it up.

“Marinette, Mommy says you did something bad, and you can’t be my babysitter anymore. I don’t think that’s true though. You’re so nice and kind. I can’t believe that you would do something so mean.

Mommy says you haven’t left your house much since got kicked out of school. You taught me that sometimes people just need to be alone sometimes. But I do want to see you again. I want to show you how much I’ve grown since the last time I’ve seen you. Please come out soon. Once they realize you didn’t do it, I’m sure they’ll forgive you. -Manon”

Underneath was a drawing of the two of them. Marinette was impressed, and at the same time heartbroken. Manon still believed in her. She couldn’t believe it herself. Manon looked up to her so much, and wanted her to leave. Meanwhile, here she was wallowing in self-pity. Marinette began crying. “I’m sorry Manon.”

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Passionfruit (November) Day 19: Gear

Catch up on AO3: Passionfruit

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Adrien swallowed as the car pulled up out in front of the school’s gates. Marinette’s expectation was a heavy weight. His stomach fluttered with nerves when he saw that Nino was standing there as per usual, waiting for him. Nino grinned at him as Adrien climbed out of the car.

“Hey Dude!”

“I think we should go to the zoo after school!” Adrien blurted out. He was pretty sure he heard the Gorilla snort. He frowned and shut the door, watching as the car sped away. Okay, that hadn’t exactly been smooth, but at least he’d asked.

‘Mon minou, that was the very opposite of smooth,’ Marinette thought dryly.

‘Shut up,’ Adrien thought back, pouting.

“You want to go to the zoo?” Nino repeated, looking a little baffled.

Adrien nodded. “They have a new panther exhibit. I already asked my dad and he said yes.”

“Your dad said yes?” Nino seemed more amazed by this than anything. “Seriously?”

“I told him how educational it would be for me to see animals in person. I’ve never been,” Adrien confessed. “My Chinese language got canceled tonight because my instructor is sick, so the alternative was me going home to watch anime. It was pretty funny how quickly he cracked and said yes.”

“Niiiiiiice,” Nino said. “But wouldn’t you rather go with Mari?”

“She’s coming too! So is Alya,” Adrien said, aiming hard for nonchalant.

Nino narrowed his eyes. “Alya too, huh?”

‘He’s onto you! Act innocent!” Marinette thought, a little panicked. Adrien calmed her, smiling at Nino.

“Well, yeah. Alya is my friend. Or at least, I think she is,” he said, realizing that he’d never actually clarified that with Alya.

“Of course she is,” Nino said quickly. “I just thought you and Marinette might want some time alone, that’s all. It’ll be awkward with me and Alya tagging along.”

“Mari and I get lots of time alone. I want to spend time with all my friends,” Adrien said. “But if you don’t want to come, I understand.” He sighed, looking downcast.

“No! No, I can make it. Who knows? I might even learn something.” Nino chuckled and nudged Adrien in the ribs. “Right after school, you said? Tell me you’re planning to pig out on junk food for dinner.”

“You know it,” Adrien said with a grin.

‘Mission accomplished,’ he thought to Marinette.

‘Great job!’ she thought happily. ‘Alya and I are walking to school together. I’ll ask her on my way.’

‘Good luck,’ Adrien thought. He didn’t envy Marinette. Alya was way more suspicious than Nino was and would have way more questions.

He followed Nino into the school, blatantly eavesdropping on the girl’s conversation. Naturally, Alya was incredibly curious to know why she and Nino were being invited along on Adrien’s and Marinette’s date. Marinette demurred as much as she could, but Alya wasn’t easily swayed by the thought that Adrien and Marinette got plenty of time alone. Everyone knew how busy Adrien’s schedule was.

‘Help!’ Marinette thought as she and Alya approached the school. ‘She won’t stop quizzing me. This is never going to work if we can’t get Alya to come. She totally knows what we’re trying to do.’

‘We’re in the classroom,’ Adrien thought, which of course Marinette already knew. He could feel them approaching and geared himself up.

The door slid open and Alya walked in, followed by Marinette. Even without their soul bond, Adrien would’ve been able to tell how badly Marinette was struggling. Her eyes were practically screaming for an interference, not that Adrien could blame her. Alya was in full journalist mode. He almost hated to speak up and bring the full force of her curiosity onto him.

But, faithful to the end, he put himself in the line of fire for his lady.

“Hey Alya, are you coming to the zoo with us after school?” he asked.

Alya’s head snapped around to him. “You sure you want me to? Seems kinda weird you’d want Nino and me around cramping your style.”

Adrien cocked his head with his best innocent expression. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I just wanted to spend an afternoon with all of my friends, but I get that the zoo isn’t that interesting to everyone. I mean, I’ve never been before. It would be my first time and everything.” He sighed loudly. “But it’s okay if you don’t wanna.”

“Oh,” Alya said, visibly softening. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. The four of us never get to hang out!” Adrien said. He could see Marinette trying not to laugh over Alya’s shoulder.

‘Kitty, you are a fantastic manipulator,’ she thought.

“Well... okay,” Alya said, walking around Nino’s desk to go up to her own desk. It didn’t escape Adrien’s notice that Nino and Alya barely looked at each other, but that was possibly because Nino was turning to stare at him.

“Dude,” Nino said. “You totally played both me and Alya, didn’t you? What are you up to?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Adrien said breezily, turning back to his work. He heard Marinette giggle as she passed his desk and grinned down at his notebook. He was pretty sure that both Alya and Nino suspected what was going on, but he also knew that both of them would show up anyway. Nino because he was a good friend, and Alya because, if nothing else, her sense of curiosity would drive her crazy otherwise.

The school day dragged by. Adrien really was excited about spending time with his friends, and when the bell finally rang he leaped out of his seat. Nino, Alya and Marinette all laughed at him as he grabbed his gear and rushed over to the door. They followed him outside; the zoo was only about a fifteen minute walk away so they had all agreed upon walking.

Adrien fell into step beside Nino, while Marinette and Alya walked ahead of them. He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled happily as he listened to Nino talk about music. Sensing his emotion, Marinette peeked over her shoulder at him and winked. Adrien grinned back at her.

‘I sure hope you’ve got a plan,’ he thought.

‘Of course! We can walk around for a little while together, but then we’re going into one of the movies. We can slip away from Alya and Nino in there,’ Marinette thought.

‘And how do you know the two of them will stay get together?’ Adrien thought.

Marinette frowned. ‘Uh... shoot. I didn’t think about that. It would be just like Alya to ditch Nino out of pure stubbornness. This might be harder than I thought.’

‘I’m sure you’ll think of something,’ Adrien thought reassuringly. Marinette’s plans were always the best.

When they got to the zoo, they each paid the small fee and walked inside. Adrien picked up the booklet that had a map of the zoo on it and slowly flipped through, growing intrigued as he saw all of the animal exhibits that were available. There were so many of them! He would’ve said he didn’t know where to start, but -

“The panther first, right?” Alya said. She jabbed her finger at the map. “It says we have to walk towards the center.”

“For someone who didn’t want to come, you’re awfully excited,” Marinette said slyly.

“Panthers are cool,” Alya said, hitching her backpack higher. She took the lead this time. Adrien reached over and took Marinette’s hand, which earned him a shy smile and a squeeze.

He was literally just starting to relax and think that it was going to be a great afternoon when Adrien heard the sound of someone screaming. He tensed up immediately, eyes darting around. Marinette had a similar reaction. Nino chuckled at them and pointed over to where a little girl was screaming with excitement over seeing a bunch of monkeys.

“Paranoid much?” Nino said.

“It’s Paris. You can never be -”

Marinette was cut off when someone else screamed. And this time it was not the happy kind of screaming. Adrien just barely managed to yank her to the side to avoid both of them getting trampled as several people raced by them. Following closely behind the group was a - Adrien blinked, just barely stopping himself from rubbing his eyes.

“Was that a wolf?” Marinette gasped.

“Akuma!” Alya exclaimed, lighting up. “Yes! That means Ladybug and Chat Noir here! I can get my pictures!” She took off in the direction the people had come from.

“Alya, wait!” Nino shouted, running after her.

‘Guess that’s our cue,’ Marinette thought glumly.

Right. Adrien cleared his throat. “I’ll, uh, go find a place to hide.”

“Me too,” Marinette said awkwardly.

They looked at each other for a moment, then parted ways. Adrien ran towards a small stand that sold ice cream. The seller had abandoned it. He ducked behind it and opened up his jacket. Plagg emerged, yawning loudly.

“Do we have to?” he whined.

“Yeah, we do. Claws out!” Adrien whispered. Chat popped back up and raced towards the direction the screaming was coming from. He was swiftly joined by Ladybug.

“Hi Chaton,” she said, as though they hadn’t just seen each other literally moments ago.

“My Lady. Funny meeting you here,” Chat said brightly.

“Yeah, imagine that,” Ladybug said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s get this over with quickly, okay? My boyfriend and I have plans that do not involve an akuma.”

Chat was tempted to ask her about those plans, but then they caught sight of the akuma. It was a black panther with glowing purple eyes, and it had Max and Kim cornered. He hit the ground and aimed his baton, knocking the akuma away from their classmates. Ladybug rushed over to them and he knew she was getting them to safety, but he was more concerned with the panther.

“I’m afraid Paris is only big enough for one black cat,” Chat said, scooping his baton off the ground.

The akuma snarled. “Guess that means I’ll have to destroy you.”

It leaped at Chat and he squeaked, flinging himself out of the way. Razor sharp claws came within an inch of raking across the back of his suit. He caught his balance and swung around, just barely bringing his baton up in time. The akuma was fast too, to the point where Chat was breathing hard as he dodged and tried to get in a few blows of his own.

Ladybug’s yoyo appeared suddenly, wrapping the akuma up from head to toe. Chat had exactly enough time to feel a spark of victory before the akuma shimmered bright purple and morphed into an eagle. The akuma cawed loudly before taking to the sky. Chat watched it go with an open mouth.

“Okay, that is so not fair,” Ladybug said. “Chat, run!” She grabbed his arm and pulled as a bunch of animals staring charging at them.

‘This is not good,’ Chat thought as he ran. ‘What do we do?’

‘You find Kim and Max. I’ll deal with Nino and Alya, then meet you,’ Ladybug thought back.

Nino and Alya? He followed her gaze and saw their friends being chased by a gorilla. Ladybug changed direction, leaving the herd to follow Chat; there was no time or space for him to find Kim without leading the herd straight there. So he leaped straight up, landing atop a tree, and watched in amusement as Ladybug scooped up Alya and Nino and dropped them in the gorilla enclosure. She then slammed the door on them, ignoring Alya’s completely outraged expression.

‘You know, you can never tell Alya that you’re Ladybug now. She’ll kill you,’ Chat thought. He looked around, but the animals had run right past the tree and was now charging down one of the paths in the distance.

‘Focus, Kitty! Now come on. We gotta find Kim!’ Ladybug thought back, but not even her stern words could hide her delight.

‘At least one of your plans worked today,’ Chat thought, jumping down to join her.

Ladybug grinned breathlessly. ‘All of my plans are gonna work, just wait and see.’

[nelllraiser]

a minor cat-astrophe | luce & nell

TIMING: after taki got injured via constance. LOCATION: the pet hospital.  PARTIES: @nelllraiser and @divineluce. SUMMARY: good ol’ quality sister time.  

Nell was still at the supernatural pet hospital, and though Taki was far more than a pet, she knew that this was the place he’d receive the care he so obviously needed. He’d barely moved since Constance had blasted him, the rise and fall of his shallow breathing barely shifting his soot black fur as Nell continued to cradle his limp body in her arms, trying her best to keep it together. She didn’t want Taki to see her crying over him, not when he was probably already in such immense pain. But once he’d disappeared into the back of the veterinary practice, she’d simply sat in the waiting room with her head in her hands, unable to think of anything other than her truest partner in life, a familiar that was nearly an extension of her, and she of him. Soon enough, she was up again, unable to keep still as she had too many burning questions about the well-being of her Ovinikk, not hesitating to badger the poor staff of the clinic for every single piece of information they might have. That’s where she was when Luce walked in. She’d finally texted their sister group chat about Morgan, Jaime, and Taki as soon as Taki was behind closed doors. “I want to see him! Just through the glass or something! He might be scared!” 

When Luce had seen Nell’s disturbing messages in the sister group chat, she’d immediately grabbed her jacket and jumped in her car. As the only good driver out of the bunch, she found herself speeding through town, not caring about the speed limits and taking back alleys that kept her away from the street lights. Pulling into the parking lot, she ran out of her car and into the veterinarian’s office. Luce had no trouble locating her sister when she ran inside the building. Rushing up to her sister, she put an arm around Nell. “Hey, hey, hey. They’re taking care of him. He’s going to be okay, he’s going to be fine. The people here know what they’re doing.” Luce said, her voice uncharacteristically gentle. As the staff members skirted around the two sisters, she shot them apologetic looks, though it was tinged with the barest hint of a threat. They better fucking save Taki.

At first, Nell rounded on whoever it was that had put their arm around her, quite obviously ready to turn her ire and anger towards this new oncomer with a glare that could peel paint. Thankfully, it was just Luce. For a moment, her face relaxed into something closer to relief. But her frown quickly returned as her sister spoke. “I just want to see him.” Luce seemed to have an immediate effect on her, making at least a few of her throwns retract as her shoulders slumped a bit. “He wasn’t moving. Just all limp like- like he was-” Nell didn’t want to say the words- couldn't say the words when it came to her familiar. “He shouldn’t have been there. I should have left him at home, but he always came with me everywhere when I was travelling and it was fine! He’s never- it’s always been fine.” The words seemed to flow out of her quickly now that the floodgates had been opened. “I just wanna know what they know.” 

“I know you do. I know. And you’ll see him soon, you will.” Luce said, pulling her sister into a hug, holding her tightly. As her sister described what had happened to Taki, how she’d seen him go limp, how he’d been...  Luce felt a lump catch in the back of her throat. She couldn’t imagine how that must have felt, to see him like that. “Shhhh, shhhh.” She said, rubbing Nell’s shoulder with her thumb reassuringly. “You couldn’t have known this would happen. No one predicts this sort of shit happens. It just does.” She said, though a part of her wondered just what the fuck this even was. What had happened to him? But, she pushed the thoughts away with a hint of annoyance. She didn’t need to know about this shit right now. Nell was fucking besides herself with worry. No, she was gonna stay present. At Nell’s words, Luce’s brow furrowed. “C’mon. Let’s sit down, okay? Over there, in the corner.” She said, tilting her head to a secluded area of the waiting room. She had an idea, just a thought. It could help Nell. Maybe. Or it could make things a hell of a lot worse. 

Nell instinctively melted into the hug, hiding her face against her sister as she didn’t need everyone in the clinic to see the emotions that were running rampant across her features. She hated this. The feeling of being weak in public. For a moment it stoked her anger once again, but it quickly turned back to sorrow as she hugged her sister in return. “He’s my familiar. He chose me,” she mumbled against Luce’s shoulder. When her life had been full of friends coming and going, more people unwilling to stick around than stay, and an older sister in the form of Bea who didn’t even like her, Taki was her constant. Taki was her stalwart companion. “He needs to be safe. Even if I couldn’t predict it- I should have fixed it.” For a moment, Nell dug in her heels, and one could practically see the battle that took place of whether or not to give up her fight with those at the front desk flitting across her eyes. “Just for a bit.” That was what she could promise here and now as she dragged herself over to the waiting area. Then she’d be back to ask about Taki once more.

Feeling Nell lean into the hug, Luce felt her resolve strengthen. She was going to fucking make whoever did this to her sister, to her sister’s familiar, suffer. Nell hated crying in public, she hated looking like this. From the time they were kids, she knew this about her sister. So to see her like this now? It fucking enraged her. She’d stick a fucking sword right into the motherfucker who’d done this to her. The tattoo across her sternum was a reminder-- as annoying as her sisters could be (and annoying as she was to them), no one fucked with her family. “You couldn’t have known shit would go sideways, you really couldn’t. But, we’re going to make sure that he’s okay now.” She said. Reaching into her bag, Luce pulled a small compact mirror, a small scrying rune artfully disguised in the middle of a design that she’d etched onto the case. “Magic style.” She said with a nod. She’d had a friend from the coven make this for her a long time ago and, while it wasn’t the best scrying surface, it was good enough for taking a quick glimpse if needed. Focusing her thoughts on Taki, Luce grasped at the magic energy that lingered within the mirror and forced her own into it, powering the spell. The connection was shoddy, a bit flickery, a result of her poor connection to this form of magic. But, soon, a picture began to form in the mirror.

“Even if I couldn’t have known, I shouldn’t have put him in the line of fire, anyway. Bea’s right. I shouldn’t bring people along to things like this. Or familiars.” The sentiment was perhaps badly paraphrased from the conversation her and the eldest sister had on the beach before they'd thrown their coins into the ocean. Nevertheless, Nell straightened a bit with Luce’s promise of seeing Taki, a dash of hope flitting over her features for the first time. Recognizing the scrying mirror, Nell felt a pit of nerves grow in her stomach, uncertain if she was ready to see Taki or not. But at least she’d be able to stop wondering. Steadily, the shape of her familiar began to grow in the mirror, and Nell couldn’t help herself from reaching out to grip part of the mirror herself, as if it would bring her closer to Taki, or he might sense her. Of course, there was no such reality as she took in the image. He lay in what looked to be a little recovery area, a few IVs still sticking out of him, and bandages covering assorted bits of him. Eyes closed, Nell leaned forward, brows drawn together in worry and holding her breath until she could find the rise and fall of Taki’s fur that told her he was alive. “How long do you think it’ll be?” Her voice was quiet, at a volume she didn’t often use while she looked at the mirror. ���Why can’t they tell me how long it’ll be?” 

“Hey. He was doing what any one of us would have done.” Luce said with a frown. She didn’t like hearing Nell put herself down, and she hated hearing the way that she mentioned their sister. Was Bea right? Maybe. But that didn’t mean that Nell had to beat herself up over not thinking just like her. “We’re Vurals, it’s kind of in our blood to throw ourselves recklessly in danger. That’s just what we do. He would have found a way to go with you no matter how hard you tried to keep you apart. Besides. You’re his person, Nell, it’s what familiars do.” She said reassuringly. As the image in the scrying mirror took form, Luce let Nell take hold of the compact easily. He didn’t look… good. But, he was alive and he was breathing and he didn’t seem to be in any pain. “They’re probably monitoring his condition, you know? Making sure everything is okay before they let you know how much longer it will be.” She said, hoping that the shit she’d heard on Grey’s Anatomy would work here.

“I don’t want anyone to jump in front of anything for me,” Nell replied stubbornly, bottom lip still jutting out. “Just because other people wouldn’t do it doesn’t mean she wasn’t right, though. And I’ve been trying!” Nell gained some momentum on her words, a tinge of desperation to them as she tried to convince this sister that she wasn’t just a disappointment, or someone to be disliked. Of course, she couldn’t know that she’d grossly misunderstood Bea’s words on the beach that day. “I’ve been trying to bring less people into my shit. And I should have tried harder with Taki.” Nell shook her head, all too ready to disagree with Luce. “You know that’s not true. I mean- look at Bea and Mom. Not that I mind throwing myself recklessly into danger. But this is different. I just…” Her shoulders sagged, as if taking on the weight of her own words. “You know how it’s always been,” she said quietly. “Taki’s something that’s always been there.” Unlike most of the people that frequented Nell’s life. “I hope so.” Her mumble wasn’t very promising as she looked towards the staff once again, as if sizing them up.

Luce’s brow furrowed in confusion at Nell’s words. “What do you mean, she wasn’t right?” Though, she had a sinking feeling she knew who it was about. Their mother. Of course Mom would say some kinda shit that would get into Nell’s head. They’d always clashed and it seemed that her younger sister’s adventures around the world hadn’t done anything to stop that pattern from continuing. “Hey, hey… Shhhh,” She said, trying to quiet her sister a bit, very aware that they were still in a public place. But, the gesture was also meant to provide some amount of comfort too. She knew how shitty it was to hear the backhanded comments about her life. “Fine, maybe Bea and Mom don’t, but they would if they got the sticks out of their kıç.” She tried to joke, to lighten the mood. “He’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be fine and before you know it, that big furball will be shedding all over our clothes.”

Nell looked back to her sister from the front desk workers she’d been eyeing, teetering on the edge of just how much she should tell Luce. What if she agreed with Bea? What if today was the day she found out it wasn’t just one of her sisters that didn’t like her. “It was on the beach with Bea. She still had her coin that meant she couldn’t lie and well- I asked if I could ask her some questions.” Nell shrugged, looking somewhat defeated. “I probably shouldn’t have. She answered them, though.” But as certain as the sun, Luce’s comforting tone helped once again. Nell never knew how she managed to do it, just that she did. Finally, a barely there smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Yeah, I don’t know how they manage to sit anywhere.” As for Taki…”I hope so.”

Frown deepening, Luce watched Nell’s face as she spoke. There was something in her face, something that she recognized-- it was the same expression Nell had worn as a teenager, whenever a fight with their mother had ended and the two were stuck at silent odds against each other. “What did you ask? And what did she say?” She said, though she could imagine what it was. Bea and Nell had always been at odds growing up. In little ways as children, but the small conflicts had grown with them over the years. And Luce had remained firmly in the middle. She’d grown up watching their fights and had been there to make sure that neither one of them went too far, pushed the other too hard. The small smile that appeared at her sister’s face was encouraging and she nodded. “This will all be okay.” She said, the words more of a promise than she’d intended. She just hoped that she could keep it.

“I asked her-” Nell hesitated, not one to ever really bare the more serious side of her insecurities to anyone, but after what had happened with Taki...perhaps she wanted to hear Luce’s thoughts on the questions she’d asked Bea, as well. “I just asked her if she thought I was a disappointment. Or bad. And she said-” But what if Luce shared Bea’s feelings? What if she was about to find out that her other sister couldn’t stand her? She just had to rip the band-aid. “-that she doesn’t think I’m a disappointment, but things I do disappoint her, and that I endanger my friends. That it’s really hard to like me sometimes or something,” she finished with a shrug, trying to play down how much the words had actually affected her. Nell simply tried her best to nod, no longer having the fire to fight about Taki when she was reminded of her standing with Bea.

Silently listening to her sister’s hesitation, the fear in her voice, Luce had a feeling that she knew what the words were before she heard them. And she was mentally berating Bea for them. Maybe they were the truth, maybe they were how Bea felt. But, for fucks sake. They’d all grown up together, scrutinized under their mom’s hypercritical lens. And Nell had always been at odds with their mother. “It’s really hard to like Bea sometimes,” She said, shaking her head. Did she think Nell was a disappointment? Hardly. Leaving White Crest, having the balls to go travelling the world, and then coming back? When she could have stayed gone? “Bea may have been telling the truth, but not in the way you’re thinking. Everyone disappoints everyone at some point, everyone hates everyone at some point. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you and it doesn’t mean she doesn’t think you’re a good person. Because you are a good person.” She said, squeezing her sister’s shoulder. Was it a good answer? Not really. Shutting the mirror, Luce slipped it back into her pocket. “You’re not a disappointment, Nell.” Not any more than she was, honestly. 

Nell shook her head, not really blaming Bea for the things she had said. “It’s not- I mean we fight, yeah. It’s just-” For a moment Nell was left to fight with her pride and emotions, hating to reveal this part of her, and not particularly enjoying the sensation of pulling teeth from her own self. “Even if she loves me...it’s just...shitty. If she doesn't like me, you know?” It wasn’t exactly a secret that Nell had struggled with friends growing up, her personality not always being the most conducive to making them. And to think that her own sister wouldn’t like her- it hurt more than she liked to admit. “I don’t want to fight with her all the time. And I don’t want- it’s hard to feel like someone who’s ‘good’ after the beach.“ But a wan smile came over her as Luce affirmed her. “Thanks- that’s...really nice, though.” At least she knew Luce seemed to like her well enough. Nell watched as the mirror shut, saving the last glances of Taki as she turned to Luce again, biting her lip to keep herself from getting emotional again. Maybe her mom was ashamed of her,  and maybe Bea didn’t like her, but she had Luce, and that would be enough for now. 

[meganshinsou-tm]

Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter twenty-three: sugar

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

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The sound of quiet rustling around the bedroom went unheard to your ears as Hitoshi pulled on his jeans and pulled a shirt from his clothes stand. Every now and then his purple eyes would glance over to your still sleeping body, burrowed beneath the thick blankets and surrounded by the faux version of himself that he made out of pillows. 

The hero would quietly chuckle when soft little sighs or sleep laced words would escape from you. Once Hitoshi was fully dressed, he grabbed a thick jacket from the same clothing rack and wrapped it over his arm before slowly walking over to the edge of the bed. He crouched down and reached out a hand, running it softly through your hair and causing you to stir in the slightest, eyes barely opening and a whine filling his ears.

“Tosh - soft,” you mumbled while snuggling closer to the pillows, believing they were him.

Hitoshi grinned and lightly brushed your warm cheek with his thumb as he stood to his feet and leaned over just enough to kiss your forehead and quietly speak back as his lips nuzzled against your face. 

“Yeah baby, soft. Shh -” he cooed and continued to touch and soothe you until he knew you were 100% out again.

Before leaving the bedroom, Hitoshi grabbed a folded piece of paper from the sketchbook that laid in its usual spot on the plush bench at the end of the bed. He went to place it on the pillow next to your head but stopped and thought. This man knew your sleep style and patterns, he could bet that in just a few hours the pillow Hitoshi would be scattered everywhere and you’d be on the search for his body while still half asleep, only leaving you to end up in one place. 

Quieting a chuckle, Hitoshi walked over to his side of the bed and crouched again to place the paper on the floor and gave you one last look as he walked to the door. He turned while shutting the door behind him and blowing a kiss in your direction before closing it and going about his busy day.

A few hours later into the day, Hitoshi was leaving a building, a manilla packet tucked under his arm and his hands pulling up the collar of his jacket as he briskly jogged to a nearby train station. Once on the train he found a seat and got comfortable, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket and biting his lip with raised brows as he saw that he had multiple missed calls and texts all from you.

With a grin Hitoshi cleared the calls and opened all the texts, they started out all in caps with a great use of red-faced emoji’s and exclamation points. As he scrolled further down, your rage seemed to die down. The brainwasher was expecting this response once you realized that he wasn’t home anymore, today of all days. 

Rubbing the side of his neck and taking a deep breath, his fingers started to move on the screen as he typed the most believable response that he could.

➥ You: I just got a small break. I know you must hate my guts right now and you’re absolutely right to. The agency needed me baby, I don’t have much time to explain - I’m in the middle of a mission. I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight, think of where you want to eat, be greedy it’s all my treat and let me know and I’ll meet you there at 7pm - I promise. I love you sweetness, I know you’re probably lonely at the house now without Eri there, how about you look up dogs and I’ll get you one or a cat, whatever you want. I have to go now, I’ll see you tonight.

Hitoshi hit send and it didn’t even take a second for the word ‘read’ to pop-up, along with three dots indicating you were already typing back.

“Oh she’s pissed,” Hitoshi chuckled to himself and waited only a minute longer before a reply was displayed on the screen that made him laugh out loud.

➥ Halfing: Hitoshi Shinsou, do you think you can replace your sister and make this up to me by bribing me with a fucking pet?! You know what, okay! I’m going to search for the most expensive cat there is and I’m not going to bat a single eye at how much money you’re going to shell out for it! I want sushi, lots of it, so meet me at that one place downtown, that super expensive place, I’m gonna suck you dry tonight and I don’t mean sexually! ……….. Be careful out there…….. I love you!

As he put the phone back into his pocket. Hitoshi looked out the train window and smiled while watching the snow. 

He thought back to the first train ride with you, going to get apples to make for the little girl you were so nervous to meet and now you couldn’t live without her. Hitoshi remembered how god damn flustered you had made him about playing dress-up with the cat ears you had to wear for work, he also smirked thinking back to how he was able to really have that and had the pictures to prove it. 

The thought alone of the little black book that held those photo’s had him shifting in his seat and taking a deep breath. Hitoshi rubbed his palms together as they started to sweat and his heart raced for the millionth time that day. In all the weeks he spent planning, he never got this way - nervous. Today though he was nothing but nerves, it was the day - the day he was going to ask that big question.

The entire train ride Hitoshi went over everything that was planned for that night, “Eri is gone, they should be at the building and setting up, got the papers finalized, now all that’s left is the ring,” he thought to himself. 

Not much longer and the train was at its end-point, Hitoshi wiped his palms on his thighs before standing and taking another deep breath and exited. He walked only a few blocks before a familiar set of dark hair came into view, the woman he looked at turned and looked at him, smiling and giving a wave as she walked his way.

“Shinsou there you are,” Amano chimed and gave Hitoshi a friendly hug before squeezing his shoulder, “You ready to do this?”

Hitoshi rubbed the side of his neck and nodded, nervously chuckling. “I’m more than ready just a little nervous now that it’s finally here I guess.”

Amano smiled and gave Hitoshi a reassuring pat on the back as they made their way to one of the streets many shops. “Nerves are normal my friend but you got this, this is the last thing on the list yeah?”

“It is - thank you again for helping me out with this. Without you, Eri and Shouta, I’m sure I would’ve fucked this up a long time ago.”

The woman chuckled while they entered the jewelry shop, “It’s no problem Shinsou. I’ve been in your shoes before with my own wife and had to recruit my own helpers. When you love someone as much as you love (Y/N), you want everything to be perfect and precise but believe me, that girl adores you and even if you were to propose to her at home on the couch I’m sure she’d still think it was the best proposal ever. You’re really putting everyone else to shame with how big you’re going out.”

Hitoshi smirked and shrugged, his purple eyes looking around at all the glimmering pieces of jewelry that filled the glass cases. “When she finds out what I did she’s going to rip my head off but she’ll get over it, plus I’ll have Eri there to protect me!”

The two laughed and continued talking about Hitoshi’s elaborate proposal he had planned. Even he was shocked that he came up with it, since he wasn’t ever truly the smartest when it came to relationships and romance. You were so easy to please though, he could give you food and you’d be grateful for weeks. The smallest and most simple of things could bring a smile to your face and he adored that about you. 

Hitoshi knew he didn’t need to do as much as he was but over the last three months you had given him so much happiness, support, love, and so much of yourself. He wanted to repay you in every way possible especially for all the hell he had put you through since conjuring up and going through with this plan.

“So, what kind of cut and setting do you think she’d like?” Amano asked as they browsed.

Hitoshi blinked and chewed his lip, “Uh - I’m not sure. She doesn’t really wear jewelry, she only wears this one little yarn bracelet that Eri made her.”

“Hmm, okay. Hitoshi I want you to do something for me and hopefully it will help us out here. Tell me what comes to your head when you think of (Y/N), what does she remind you of, how would you describe the way she loves you and all that jazz, be as cheesy and cliche as you want.”

Standing there, Hitoshi didn’t have to think for too long. There was a small smile growing on his face and he sighed while rubbing his neck.

“Sugar - she reminds me of sugar, of sweets, god she even smells like them too. I’ve thought that since the first day I met her. Its like I was some kid who was never allowed sweet things and she was this treat that was sitting on the counter and just tempting me, drawing me in more with how beautiful it looked and how amazing it smelt. Just the smallest hint of it or tiniest little taste of it makes your skull tingle. When we had our first kiss it’s like I had this huge sugar rush, my entire body was tingling and buzzing, she tasted sweeter than I could ever imagine.”

Hitoshi was full of smalls, a pink tint dusting his cheeks and almost literal stars in his eyes as he continued. 

“She loves just the same, sweetly and it’s addicting. The thing I noticed about baking since I’ve been with her, is that you can make something mesmerizing out of the simplest of ingredients or even from broken or fucked up end products, like the cookies crumbling when you pick them up or the cake tasting more bitter than it should. When those things happens she has a way of adding extra things to them to make them taste amazing or she creates something else with those. (Y/N) has been through so fucking much and yet its like she can take those crumbs and bitter tastes and makes them, herself, stronger and sweeter. She’s bright, lively, and so fucking cute but also passionate, endearing and stubborn? I can’t truly describe her, she’s all these fucking ingredients, sweet, sour, dark and light - all mixed into one.” 

The hero paused and his eyes roamed the contents of the glass cases holding the engagement rings until one caught his eye and he pointed at it. 

“That - that’s her!”

Amano turned to look at the ring he pointed at and raised a brow before smiling and nodding.

“You know, I think you’re right, that’s the sugar you’re looking for.”

“7pm my ass,” you huffed and pouted, arms crossing as you shivered while waiting outside.

There was a light snow falling, covering your black coat in random icy flakes. Even though it was nearly freezing outside you were burning up, livid, angry!

Your boyfriend had already missed seeing off his sister and leaving you to do it alone, but then again he couldn’t entirely help it, when hero work calls he has to go. But he promised, 7pm, promised he’d be here and yet he was nowhere in sight and not answering your texts. Why could he possibly be doing?

Before you could sit there and stew even more over the situation, your phone started to ring. You removed it from your coat pocket with a trembling hand and sighed with relief seeing that it was in fact Hitoshi and quickly answered it.

“Hitoshi!”

“Hey baby - I know you’re probably pissed -”

“You’re okay right? You haven’t answered me for hours now …” you cut him off with a shaky voice.

There was a short gasp on the other end and you could practically hear Hitoshi nodding and waving his hand around. “Of course sweetness, I’m fine, no need to worry. I’m sorry - it’s been a while since I’ve been out in the field that I forgot how worried you get.”

Your body immediately relaxed as Hitoshi confirmed he was safe. 

He was right, working as a teacher for UA had it’s potential dangers but not as much as his actual hero work. Hitoshi always made it a point to give you a status update at least every hour or every other hour when doing hero work, something he failed to do today. You weren’t mad though, it had been a while and you were sure Hitoshi was getting used to the work again.

“Okay good. As long as you’re safe I don’t care how late you are.”

Hitoshi sighed on the other end of the call, “I love you so much my little halfling.”

“I love you more Hitoshi. Now - get over here, I’m cold and I’m starving!”

There was a warm chuckle that came from him and it made you smile and warm up.

“I know I’m sorry baby, listen, how about you meet me somewhere else. There’s actually this new place in the shopping district that I wanted to bring you to, I’m close to it and you are too. It should only be a few short blocks from you.”

Your lips pouted and a foot stomped as you whined into the phone, Hitoshi laughed in response.

“Toshi-ah, what the fuck!”

“Aww, come on baby please! I promise, it’ll be worth it! Do I need to bribe you with another plushie like my little sister?”

Your eyebrow quirk and you hummed, “Hmm, maybe.”

“Oh my god, just get your ass over here now, I know your cute little hands must be cold right?”

You raised a brow and forced your hands to stop trembling, like it would somehow prove your boyfriend wrong. Suddenly though, your hands started to feel colder than ever. Eyes rolling you let out a sigh, breath becoming visible in the air and a smile grew on your face.

“Whatever, but you owe me so much fucking food and immediate hand warming!”

Hitoshi chuckled through the phone, “Of course sweetness, I’ll see you soon then. I love you, so much.”

“I love you so much more Toshi. I’m on my way.”

After getting off the phone, Hitoshi sent you his location and you headed to him immediately. Thankfully it really wasn’t that long of a walk and you soon knew where you were. Just as he said it was in the shopping district, on a street that had plenty of shops on each side with a couple of small in and out food spots. A gust of wind blew and made you shiver, head turning into the collar of your coat and hissing. 

Your eyes looked ahead and instantly you felt warm all over at the sight of the tall purple haired man that was waiting. Without even thinking, your pace picked up, boots clicking against the pavement and voice calling out.

“Toshi!”

Hitoshi turned his head, barely having enough time to prepare himself as you leapt into his arms with an excited squeal, making him grunt as he caught you.

His strong and massive hands held your thighs as they wrapped around his waist and you started to pepper his face in kisses. Your own soft and cold hands touched his cheeks and ran through his messy hair, down his jawline and to lightly scratch at the scruff growing on his chin. Hitoshi smiled and chuckled, letting his lips brush across the skin of your equally cold cheeks and mouth before capturing it in a lingering kiss that had his heart doing flips. When the kiss broke you both sighed, nothing but smiles as you hugged each other.

“I take it you’re not mad at me then?”

Your head rested on Hitoshi’s shoulders as he held you, one arm now cradling under your rear and the other wrapped around and rubbing your back as his cheek pressed to the side of your head.

“Of course not Toshi. All that matters is you’re safe and here now but can we please get food! I’m so hungry I’m gonna die!”

“You’re so fucking dramatic you know that?” He replied with a laugh and playfully squeezed your ass making you squirm in his hold until he placed you back on your feet. “Yes we can go get food - after I show you something first!”

Your lips pouted profusely, brows furrowing and Hitoshi could just hear the whine welling up within your chest. His hands cupped your face quickly and he smiled while shaking his head.

“Before you start throwing a tantrum just look,” he motioned his head to the side before turning to look and you followed his gaze to a vacant shop, “I found it last night, it’s been on the market for a few months now and shockingly no one has bought it yet. I think it would be the perfect spot for the bakery. It’s right here in the shopping district, lots of hero’s come through here as well as normal civilians plus there isn’t any other bakeries in this area so you’d be the only one!”

Your brows rose as you looked at the building. It was between two shops, one that was a boutique clothing store and the other was a children’s toy store. It truly would be the perfect spot considering just those, everyone loved sweets - especially kids! 

Nodding, you looked back at Hitoshi with a smile.

“Okay it’s not bad at all, maybe we can call the realtor selling it and look at it more tomorrow?”

One of Hitoshi’s hands left your face and reached in his jacket pocket, the sound of keys jingling rung in your ears and sure enough in his hand he held a set before placing them back in the pocket. “Why not look now?”

“How -”

“I called the realtor already and told them we were interested, he wasn’t free tonight and I really wanted to see the place to make sure it was perfect before someone else could snatch it and he agreed to lend me the keys for the night. What do you say, just real quick, I’ve seen pictures of the inside and I promise you’ll love what’s in the kitchen!”

Your eyes narrowed at Hitoshi, unsure of whether he was up to something or not. He honestly wasn’t one for pranks or elaborate stunts, he was very straightforward about things. 

Looking back at the building you chewed on your lip and thought as the hero took your hands in his and started to warm them up like he always did. Turning back to look and watch him, you smiled. 

He was now so focused on breathing warm air between his palms and into your hands, rubbing them between his own repeatedly until they were nice and toasty. His long lashes fluttered shut as he leaned over, bringing your hands close so he could press kisses to the inside of your palms, completing the sentimental task. 

Suddenly you felt unsure and it spread across your face. Hitoshi cupped your chin, making you look up at him and asked if you were alright.

“I’m just scared all of a sudden. This spot seems too perfect Hitoshi, what if we’re doing this too fast, what if it doesn’t work and it fails? What if no one likes what I make, what -”

The next thing you knew, Hitoshi was holding you close to his chest, a hand petting your hair as he kissed it, shushing and calming you down before a full blown panic attack could ensue.

“Baby calm down. Listen to me, all those irrational fears are just that. Don’t you dare start putting yourself down before you even begin, I won’t let that happen. It’s perfectly normal for you to feel scared or nervous right now, this is something big and something you care for deeply - I know you’re a perfectionist but even you make mistakes in baking but you know what, you always fix them or make other creations out of those mistakes. I have no doubt in my mind that your bakery will succeed beyond anyone's expectations! You not only have the skills but you have the passion and love for it and that’s what’s going to make it succeed. But we have to take that first step.” 

Hitoshi pulled away from you, brushing your hair back and holding your face again as he leaned down and placed a reassuring kiss to your lips. “We’re just taking a look, we’re taking that first step and always remember this - I’m right here, I’ll always be right here, right by your side every single step of the way. Through your failures and success. You’re not alone in this sweetness, I’ve got you, I promise.”

You looked into Hitoshi’s eyes, even in the dim light the vibrancy of them glimmered like they always did when looking at you. You swallowed and nodded in response, hands coming up to wrap around his wrists and you turned to kiss inside his palms. 

“I’m so lucky. Except you’re wrong about one thing, my bakery won’t succeed,” you smiled and tousled his hair, “ Our bakery will succeed.”

Hitoshi smiled, pulling you close again for another kiss. Once it broke, he took one of your hands in his own and nodded over to the building. Squeezing his hand, you both crossed the empty street and walked to the door. 

While the hero took out the set of keys you looked inside, chewing on your smile and trying not to become too excited. Looking over and catching a glimpse, Hitoshi grinned and stuck the key inside the lock, turning the mechanisms and then removing it. One hand still held yours and the other gripped the handle as you both looked at each other.

“Alright sweetness, you ready?”

His question brought about a case of deja vu. The last time Hitoshi asked you that question, your life changed drastically and in the best of ways. You turned slightly, your other hand reaching up and fingers brushing his cheek.

“I’m more than ready Toshi.”

[irrelevantwriter]

Follow The Leader

Pairing: It’s a foursome! John Winchester x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC, Sam Winchester x OFC (No Wincest)

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, Smut

Warnings: Language, seduction clichés, foursome dynamics (f/m/m/m), Daddy kink, oral sex (male and female), face riding, titty fuck (is that a technical term because I couldn’t find one), mention of bodily fluids (a lot), female ejaculation, grinding, unprotected sex

Word Count: 12.9K  

Summary: Catarina has a new neighbor who has caught her attention. What happens when her plan of seduction brings about more than she bargained for.

A/N: This has got to be the most smut I’ve written for one scene. A foursome is is a lot of work lol. I wrote this more as a joke because it’s all very cliché and predictable, but the more I wrote, the more I fell in love with it. I didn’t think you guys would mind reading this literary porno. Hope you like it and enjoy!

Masterlist is in my bio

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Cat sipped from her glass of lemonade, the coolness of the beverage only slightly easing the heat coming off her skin. It was one of the hottest fucking days she’d ever experienced and she was fast losing patience with the day. It was why she was currently dressed in a baby blue bikini, the material representing that of a bandage dress rather than a flimsy swimsuit. It was a newer purchase, but one of her favorites. The style flattered her curves while the color offset the golden hue of her olive skin. It was a ploy…a weapon in a carefully crafted plan. A plan that involved a man.

 Her new neighbor to be exact.

 John Winchester was new to the area and had recently bought the place next to hers. The home needed some work; the space not as newly renovated as others in the neighborhood. That was how Cat had discovered the rugged stranger had moved in. Four months ago he’d been doing some exterior work on the house, his broad back encased in a gray t-shirt that clung to him in dampened spots on his skin. He wore dark jeans and thick boots, the roughness of his appearance doing nothing to dissuade her fast-growing attraction. His hair was thick and dark with an even layer of stubble along his jaw and chin. The staggered spots of gray are what made her panties soaked. The minute she’d locked eyes with him as she walked to the mailbox she knew she was a goner. His gaze was dark and penetrating. He’d eyed her with both a gentlemanly interest and a predator’s pursuit of prey.

 It. Was. Intense.

That was what had set her on her current track. Four months of friendly chats and delicate flirting were starting to take its toll. And Cat couldn’t entirely rule out the sudden heatwave having an effect either. The weather aided her efforts, the pool in her backyard a beacon and perfect stage for her theatrics.

 The sun was already high as she stepped onto the porch with her tanning essentials. Music softly floated through the Bluetooth speaker she had set up as she walked to the lounger in the sun. She timed her actions perfectly. Cat may not have a lot of experience in the bedroom, but she’d never had an issue going after what she wanted. Especially when she knew the thing she wanted, wanted her back just as badly.

 The fences that separated the two yards was a newer addition and one she’d originally hated. The people that had previously owned her house were a family and they thought the small white picket fence was cute and picturesque for their apple pie life. Cat despised it…until now. The fence only came up to a person’s waist, the feature more about looks than actual privacy. It had always been on Cat’s list of things to re-do, but the house next door had been vacant for quite some time so there was no need to rush. And after seeing the new neighbor, well now she didn’t mind the lack of privacy.

 The soft scent of coconut filled her nostrils as she rubbed a low level sunscreen and tanning lotion on her skin. The heat was already making her feel toasty, but she persisted. Her dark shades kept her eyes shielded and she was thankful because that meant she could ogle in peace. She laid her towel on the chair and positioned herself so that the yard to her right would have the perfect view of her profile. She piled her dark waves on top of her head, relishing in the cool breeze that swept over her naked neck. She had just laid down when she heard the opening of a door and voices. A small wave of anxiety washed over her when she heard more than one, caught off guard by the fact that John could have company. She remained still and listened intently, realizing she recognized them. They belonged to his sons.

 Cat had caught a glimpse of the two men on a few occasions, never formally meeting them. She only recently found out they were his sons because she heard them address him as such. Luckily for John, she was into the Daddy thing. The revelation had momentarily surprised her, but she soon discovered the strong genes the Winchester men seemed to carry and was lusting after them as well. Both were hulking men like their father with the same intense energy. She’d watched them once as they worked on a sleek black car in the driveway, the action almost erotic and far too arousing for her deprived body.

 And now, instead of covering herself or going back inside, Cat smiled and settled back into the chair. She was bound to catch something with the net she threw out.

 “The hole in the back fence is small, but it needs to be patched up.” John’s voice ran over her body like a blanket, her legs parting slightly at the tempting sound. She’d imagined many times what kind of lover he was. Imagined how he’d take her and what he’d do…the things he would say. The fantasies had gotten her off successfully and she wanted so very badly to experience them in reality.

 “Yeah, should be a quick fix. Right, Sammy?” That voice belonged to the shorter, lighter haired man. His voice worked magic on her body about as well as his father’s. It was deep and soothing, a smoothness to it that his father’s lacked.

 “I think you can handle that by yourself Dean.” This voice was softer, but no less sexy. Its owner was the taller of the men, his giant-like frame making Cat want to wrap her legs around his waist and straddle him.

 She opened her eyes beneath her sunglasses, turning her head slightly to peek into the yard. Her lips were parted as her breathing faintly increased, the excitement of having three gorgeous men so close starting to show. They were huddled near the porch, their backs still to her place. She made a split second decision and decided to up the ante.

 Cat got to her feet, the soft pink color of her toenails already standing out against the developing tan. She made a show of stretching, as if she’d been out there for hours already. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the men shift, their bodies appearing to face in her direction now. She continued to act as if she hadn’t noticed them, adjusting the waistband of her suit as she stepped towards the edge of the pool. Her back faced them now, but she could feel their gazes. A woman could always feel a man’s gaze. Whether it was welcomed or not. A woman knew. And this time she was accepting the attention with open arms, and at some point, open legs too.

 The water was clear and reflected beautifully off the sun. The steps underneath the cool surface aided her as she submerged herself, the sensation making her moan softly. She hesitated on the last few steps, the water only coming to her thighs. She decided to free her hair, shaking the long tresses loose as she tossed the hair elastic and her sunglasses to the side. Her actions were completely cliched and obvious, but they were classics because they worked. It was easy bait for men and that just happened to be Cat’s goal.

 She returned to her descent in the water, aware that no noise was coming from the yard behind her still. She smiled as she plunged below the surface, swimming to one end of the pool and doubling back. On a normal day Cat would be in the pool anyway, though the obvious acts of seduction would not be a part of that routine. She loved the water and she loved swimming, and this just happened to also be a perfect way to show her neighbor what he’d been missing. A notion that now extended to his sons.

 Cat broke the water’s surface back at the end she entered in. She pushed her hair back, the ink-colored locks now weighted down with water. She let her eyes fall to the fence and as she climbed up the steps, the trio of men were revealed to her. They were trying not to be obvious and it was cute. There were beers in their hands, their eyes darting from her, to each other, and down to their feet. She could see how they were trying to be respectful and not perverted in their staring, but Cat didn’t want that noble side they all clearly had. She wanted the grit underneath. She wanted what was hidden behind the curtain.

 She caught John’s eye and he waved somewhat sheepishly. The gesture made a laugh fall from her lips, but she returned the wave. That was her opening and she was going to take it.

 “Hi there,” She called, voice carrying over the sorry excuse for a fence. Her feet propelled her forward, bypassing the towel she would normally grab to protect her modesty. John figured out her destination and met her at the fence. Cat gathered her hair and wringed out the excess water to allow the strands to start to air dry. She kept eye contact with the older man the whole time, becoming more and more aware of her state of undress the closer he got.  

 “Staying cool?” He asked, using his beer to motion to the pool at her back.

 She nodded, resting her fingers along the tips of the pointed fence. “Yeah, the damn thing is a blessing in this godforsaken heat.”

 “Tell me about it. The boys and I’ve been working around the house since the sun came up.” John pointed a thumb to the men that stood behind him and Cat leaned over his shoulder so she could see. They were listening to their conversation, their expressions neutral but the way they gripped their beers said something else entirely.

 “You haven’t met the boys have you?”

 She shook her head and waited as John called for them to come over. Up close they were better than what she’d seen of them. They each were attractive in their own ways. The shorter one had eyes that made her feel as if she were staring straight into a green meadow. His lips were soft and full for a man’s. They made her want a taste. The taller of the two had eyes similar to his father, dark and full of emotion. But they held a gentleness in them too that eclipsed the intensity. His jaw was chiseled and the barest hints of a five o’clock shadow were visible.

 “This is Sam and Dean. My sons.” John said with a smile that showcased just how proud he was of his children. Cat took note of their names, matching them to their faces now. She stuck her hand out and shook theirs in return, noting how they swallowed hers. The feeling made a shiver of desire shoot up her spine.

 “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m Cat.” She introduced, licking her lips when she caught the quick glimpse Dean gave her breasts. She couldn’t nor would she blame him for the action. Her breasts were pushed up and together by the support of the bikini top. The cleavage she had in this suit was stellar and she wanted to utilize it.

 “Likewise.” Sam replied with a polite smile. He was much more discreet about his visual exploration of her body, but she caught it nonetheless.

 “Cat…Is that short for something?” Dean asked, his plump lips wrapping around the end of the beer bottle and taking a long pull. She watched his throat move at the action, his Adam’s apple nearly hypnotizing her.

 “Catarina. It’s a family name.” She answered, noting the way his green eyes bore into hers. It was almost as if he was suspicious of her, but the interest was still prevalent. He was sizing her up. She embraced it.

 “It’s a beautiful name.” John interjected. She met his eyes and smiled, a blush blooming across her skin at the compliment.

 “Thanks.” She replied bashfully, eyelashes fluttering up at him. “So…,” She started, eager to move the conversation along. “You guys just passing through or…” She trailed off, letting one of them finish the thought for her.

 “Yeah, just helping our dad out with some stuff.” Sam supplied, his long hair catching the wind. The statement was vague and Cat caught the slight hesitation at the end, but she didn’t push it.

 “That’s awfully nice of you boys. Wish I had helpers like that.” She was making conversation but she couldn’t help the warmth that spread within her body when Sam responded.

 “If you need help with something we could take a look.” The offer was sweet, but the underlying context was not lost on anyone. Sam surprised her with his brazenness, but she relished in it.

 “You’d do that? I mean…I don’t wanna be a bother.” Cat smiled sweetly, innocence radiating from her eyes, but her body language said otherwise. She bit her lip when she noticed all three of their gazes fall to her breasts as she pushed them together with her arms. It was done with ease and years of practice so that it didn’t look the least bit rehearsed. They all took the bait.

 John cleared his throat with a chuckle while Dean’s lips shifted up into a barely there smirk. Sam looked down at her, letting her catch him as his eyes moved from her face to her chest. The reactions were feeding her desire; feeding the woman inside that yearned to be taken by a man. It’d be so long and Cat was tired of doing everything on her own, including getting herself off.

 “No bother, darlin’. I’ve told you that before.” John finally spoke up, his voice sounding gravelly and lower than before. The term of endearment was one he’d chosen a time or two when speaking with her and it’d always done a good job of setting her panties ablaze…when she was wearing them.

 “I know. I just-,” She stopped when Dean cut her off abruptly, silencing her pitiful explanation.

 “What’d you need?” His voice sounded like honey and whiskey. He’d said it so matter-of-factly that she’d immediately shut up and obeyed.

 “Pipes under the sink in the kitchen have been leaking.” Cat answered immediately, her obedience seeming to please each man.

 “We’ll have a look. Is now okay?” Dean asked, though she took it as more of a demand.

 She nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll let you guys in through the front door?” It came out as a question, but neither man answered it.

 “Give us ten minutes.” John said, a new spark in his eyes that had Cat’s blood rushing between her thighs. The three of them didn’t speak, but they seemed to be conducting a silent conversation with just their eyes. It was thrilling and somewhat intimidating. Not five minutes ago Cat had been in complete control of the situation. But now…now she was at their mercy.

 “Sure.” She said, her voice smaller than before. They parted from the fence, Cat gathering her things hurriedly. She tried hard not to listen to her rational brain about how irresponsible and dangerous she was acting in that moment. This was what she had wanted, though with a few extra pleasures. But she was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

 She raced upstairs, knowing she had no time for a shower. Instead she stripped off her swimsuit and dressed in one of her favorite summer dresses. The floral patterned garment came to just above her knees, the sleeveless style allowing her arms to show how much color she’d gotten in the short time she’d been outside. There was a row of buttons that lined the front of the dress from her chest to the hemline. Cat popped open the first few, giving a small glimpse to her braless chest. She skipped underwear and went to the bathroom to assess herself. She wasn’t wearing much makeup. Waterproof mascara and lip gloss were the extent of that. Her hair had already dried for the most part and she left it in the natural waves it formed to.

 A knock from downstairs had her freezing, nerves pitting in her stomach. But that persistent throb in her pussy was what kept her moving forward; the promise of what was to come too good to pass up.

 Cat hurried down the stairs and took a deep breath before swinging the door open. Three men took up the space of her door and then some. John held up a toolbox and she beckoned them in, stepping back to make room.

 “Let me show you the kitchen.” Her voice carried down the hall as they followed, her back feeling the heat from their stares. She moved to the sink and bent to open the cabinet doors. “I noticed it about a week ago but the leak is small so no real damage has been done.” She explained as she turned to face the trio. They were all looking at her hungrily, their posture stiff as they each gazed over a different part of her. John’s eyes were centered on her face. Sam’s were on her chest. Dean’s emerald stare was on her exposed legs.

 Cat cleared her throat and stepped to the side to let them take a look at the problem. Sam was the one who moved first, his large frame ducking under the cabinet to inspect the issue. “You guys want a beer?” She asked, desperate to keep her hands busy.

 “Sure.” Dean replied, his hands shoved deep into his jean pockets. John nodded in agreement as he moved to help Sam.

 Cat removed four beers from the fridge and lined them up on the counter. She grabbed her bottle opener and removed the caps easily, the metal making soft pings as they fell to the counter. She kept one for herself and handed one off to Dean, leaving the others for John and Sam.

 “Impressive.” Dean remarked. At her confused gaze he gestured to the pile of caps and the opener.

 “Oh, I bartended in college. Some stuff stuck.” Cat explained, mindful of the way her dress had shifted to show the top of her left breast. She didn’t move to fix it.

 “Okay, think we figured it out.” Sam’s voice was muffled since his head was still underneath the sink, but she easily could make out his words.

 “Already? Don’t tell me it just needed to be tightened.” She groaned, afraid it was something as innocuous as tightening the seal. While it was a blessing to her bank account, she’d been prepared to have them in her kitchen for longer than five minutes.

 “It just needed to be tightened.” John teased as he wiped his hands on a rag he’d brought. He walked towards her, his tongue playing with the seam of his lips. Cat held her breath as he invaded her space and reached behind her to retrieve his beer. He didn’t back away once he did. He took a long swig from the bottle, his lips now glistening with the beverage. She couldn’t help but think about his mouth and face between her thighs, her juices coating him in much the same way. She clenched her thighs at the mental image.

 Dean saddled up next to her suddenly, appearing out of nowhere. He leaned against the counter, his eyes following the open path of cleavage. John chuckled, pulling her eyes back to him. Their scents made her head feel dizzy. Combined they smelled like whiskey, mint, and motor oil. The effect was tantalizing.

 “See something you like, son?” John asked, though the question was rhetorical. Dean smirked as he licked his lips, eyeing her now without caution or discretion. They were both openly admiring her, the action both pleasing and terrifying. She felt like a sheep with a pack of wolves; visually devouring their meal before they’d even had a taste.

 “You were right…” Dean started, his body now pressed against hers as he let his nose bury itself in her hair. He was addressing his father, but all of his attention was on Cat. “She’s not wearing a bra or panties.”

 She couldn’t help it. She moaned. John smiled smugly, seemingly pleased with himself for his prediction. Cat wasn’t the least bit ashamed or embarrassed that she’d been so predictable. Her nipples were straining against the thin fabric of her dress and she jutted her breasts out in response, eager to have someone show them attention. Dean inhaled against her hair, the rumble in his chest making gooseflesh appear across her skin.

 “She smells good. Like coconut and the sun.” Dean spoke as if she wasn’t standing right there. The action didn’t anger her. It made her putty in their outstretched hands.

 “You need us to help you with something else, baby girl?” John’s voice was gentle, but his eyes were boring into her as if he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear her say it.

 He set his beer back down behind her and stepped closer, moving a strand of hair off her face. “If you want us to touch you, you gotta say it.” He demanded, his breathing fanning across her skin like a minty breeze.

 “Yes.” She pleaded, eager to have their hands on her.

 “Yes, what?” Dean asked.

 Cat locked eyes with John as she spoke, temporarily putting the ball back in her court. “Yes Daddy.” She said with all the softness and innocence she could muster. John’s reaction was instantaneous. He growled, his meaty hands encasing her throat as he tilted her face towards his.

 “She already knows what you like.” Dean said with a laugh, his words taunting in her ear.

 The eldest of the three men held her throat with a firm grip, but not tight enough to cut off her breathing. His pupils were blown wide, his deep gaze almost black with untamed lust. The heat from their bodies had her leaning into them, the men practically holding her up. She could feel her thighs start to dampen, her arousal overflowing. Her body started to thrum with energy as her pussy tried to clamp around something that wasn’t there. She desperately needed to be stuffed. Stuffed to a fullness that would have her sore for days.

 “You wet for Daddy, baby girl?” John asked, his tongue licking his lips seductively as he spoke. She nodded, unable to form the words. He didn’t seem to mind her silence. “Check her out, Dean…wanna know how badly she’s aching for it.” He ordered, his eyes still locked on her.

 A calloused hand delicately traced up the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs slightly, granting access to the man still pressed beside her. His breath was hot in her ear and against her neck, his breathing not nearly as erratic as her own. A finger came into contact with her bare lips suddenly and she jolted, the touch expected but still a shock to her system. Cat whimpered as Dean teased her opening, his finger never breaking through the flesh to explore her depths. He didn’t necessarily have to. Her cup runneth over.

 “Don’t tease her, son.” John instructed, his hands still encasing her throat. His grip was gentler now, his fingertips tracing small patterns into her neck.

 “You know I like to play with my food before I eat it.” God, his voice was unbelievably sexy. “She’s on the edge already. Juices coating my finger like molasses. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” His words made her pussy flutter, feeding the high she was currently riding. He abruptly dipped a finger inside of her and she reached for his wrist, grasping it firmly as he swam in her waves.

 “Does that feel good?”

 Cat wasn’t quite sure who had asked the question, but she answered with a strangled moan and a nod of her head.

 “You want more?”

 Again she nodded, trying but failing to push herself down onto Dean’s finger.

 Suddenly, their touches were gone. Cat whimpered pitifully at the unexpected loss of their heat, her body tense with unreleased ecstasy. She opened her eyes and noticed the two men who’d been tending to her had stepped back, their massive figures no longer crowding her. Beyond them she could see Sam sprawled out on the floor on his back, hands cradling his head as he smirked up at her.

 “Take a seat on Sammy, baby girl. He’s gonna help ease that throbbing.” John gestured to his son as if he was presenting her with a new car. He noticed her hesitation and his face grew serious. “You wanna stop you just say the word. No harm, no foul.” His words were drained of any lust that had been there before, but he still spoke with a softness that let her know he wasn’t bullshitting her.

 “No, I want this.” She replied quickly, uncaring of how desperate she sounded. Dean snickered at her, his hand grazing the hardened bulge beneath his jeans. Cat rubbed her legs together, the lack of friction only fanning the powerful fire within her.

 The men caught her pathetic attempt at relieving herself, each of them clenching a jaw. John reached a hand out to her and she took it. He walked her to Sam’s laid out body, his form taking up a huge portion of the kitchen. She went to straddle his waist, but John stopped her.

 “Not there.” He pulled her further along and stopped once she was standing next to Sam’s head.

 “Sit down, sweetheart. Sam will take good care of you.” Dean winked at her as she looked to John for confirmation. He seemed to be the ringleader in all this, so it only felt natural for her to follow his lead. The eldest Winchester nodded and helped her ease down to the floor to straddle Sam’s face. She was nervous and her face must’ve shown it.

 “You ever done this before?” John asked as she seated herself along Sam’s wide chest; the younger man’s hands settling on her hips immediately. His hands were large and rough, and they felt delicious against her body. His face was nestled between her fleshy thighs and the fact that she was completely nude under her dress was suddenly apparent…to everyone.

 “Which part?” Cat asked with a soft laugh, the nerves showing themselves in her words. John smiled warmly, a thick hand tangling in her dark locks.

 “Guess that answers my question.” He teased, his eyes back to being a warm cocoa. His gaze absorbed her and made her feel safe. Made her feel as if he was going to take care of her.

 “Just relax.” Sam’s voice made her jolt in surprise. He’d been suspiciously quiet throughout the events leading up to this moment, but looking at him now, Cat could see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes that said he wanted this…wanted her.

 She nodded and let the sensations take over her body. Sam’s scruff between her legs scratched in a way that was both uncomfortable and arousing. John’s hand continued to weave itself in her hair, his blunt fingernails scratching against her scalp. She could feel Sam’s hands start to inch her dress up her thighs to reveal her to him. Cat let instinct take over and shifted the fabric of her dress out of the way. He made a humming noise in his throat, pleased by her consideration. He lined kisses along her upper thighs, dancing around the area she needed him the most.

 “Fuck. You smell good.” Sam growled. The gentleness in his touches and words were gone. He seemed to tap into something primal at the scent of her. He licked the length of her pussy, gathering up the mess she’d made. A noise left her lips, something between a moan and a yell. Her hips retracted from his touch, but his grip pulled back to anchor her to his mouth.

 “Don’t fight it.” Dean was at her side and speaking directly in her ear again. He nibbled at her lobe while his brother lapped at her hungrily. Her hands tangled in Sam’s thick hair, pulling at the root when his teeth encased her clit. Cat threw her head back and she vaguely registered that she collided with a solid thigh. John’s hand was still in her hair; the soft pets to her head making her feel like Daddy’s good girl.

 “How’s she taste, Sammy?” Dean asked as his mouth continued to work along her ear and neck. He appeared to be the mouthpiece of the group. His words propelled the energy into another dimension. He appeared to enjoy taunting and torturing his victims before he put them out of their blissful misery.

 Sam sucked on her clit harshly and then licked his lips lavishly as he spoke. “Like the sweetest cherry pie.” He’d placed an unforgiving kiss to her pussy in between each word. “You’ll love it, Dean.”

 “Open your eyes.” Cat couldn’t stop the gyrating of her hips against Sam, pleading for more. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but they opened at Dean’s demand. She turned to look at him and watched with rapt fascination as he sucked on his finger. The same finger that had been inside her not five minutes before.

 “Yeah, you’re right. Tastes like a ripe cherry pie.” Dean rasped, a knowing smirk planted on his lips.

 A literal flood rushed to her pussy at both the sound and sight of him. A familiar tingling was starting to make itself known, though it felt far more intense than anything she’d felt before. Her limbs felt heavy with lust, her mind mottled by each man and what he was doing to her.

 “She liked that. Filled my mouth up.” Sam said from between her legs.

 “Think she’s close.” That was John. His hand now keeping her against his leg as his son worked her over with his mouth.

 “You need more, sweetheart?” Dean.

 Cat nodded deliriously. She could feel herself ready to crest over the edge. The throbbing in her pussy was becoming downright painful and she needed to find a release soon.

 “Let me take care of that.” It was Dean again. His hands started to unbutton her dress, revealing her naked breasts to the cool air. She pushed her breasts into his hands eagerly and was rewarded with a tug to her nipple. It felt as if another silent conversation had taken place because Sam changed his movements and used his fingers to open her up. He explored her once again with his tongue, her pussy wide open for his abuse.

 “Beautiful.” John remarked as Cat pressed her face into his denim-clad thigh. All three of their actions sent her into oblivion. Her nerves ignited and her whole body tensed as a rush of overstimulation washed over her. Her mind lifted above her as her body rode the waves. She was vaguely aware that she was probably suffocating Sam, but she didn’t think beyond that point. This orgasm felt too good to interrupt.

 Her eyelids fluttered open. She felt as if she’d passed out, but she was till upright and straddling Sam’s face. Her whole body felt hot and satiated. She let her hands loosen in the brown hair she’d been gripping, but jerked away when the owner of said hair licked at her sensitive pussy. She whimpered and cuddled into John’s leg still holding her up. His hand moved her hair out of her face, his movements tender and light.

 “Let her rest a bit, Sam.” John admonished. The hands that had been gripping her thighs so tightly were now gone. She found herself missing them. “You okay?” He asked, his fingers moving to her chin and tilting her face up.

 She meet his stare and nodded, a soft smile playing at her lips.

 “Think you can handle taking care of Dean. Seems to be getting antsy over there.”

 Cat turned and looked for the fairer-haired man. He was now sitting in one of her dining chairs. His legs were spread wide and a hand was rubbing at the hardened muscle straining his zipper. She felt a tremor of new arousal settle into her bones and before she’d even thought about it, she was answering.

 “Yes, Daddy.”

 “Mmmm…good girl.” John praised, the words shooting right to her core.

 He helped her to her feet, her legs feeling like jelly as she moved. Again he walked her to his son, and again she let him take the lead. She moved until she was standing between Dean’s outstretched legs, John’s front to her back. She leaned into the older man’s touch, feeling his hands smooth along her arms and around to her still exposed breasts. He cupped them, pushing them together so that they overflowed in his large hands.

 “She’s got great tits. Bet they’d take a dick good.” Dean lewdly observed, unbuckling his belt as he spoke. Cat moaned wantonly, unable to keep it in.

 “Would you like that, baby girl?” John husked in her ear. She could feel his own bulge pressed against her ass and she pushed back, wedging him between her ass cheeks. He grunted and laughed menacingly at her actions. “Damn, you want a cock bad. Don’t you?”

 “Yes…”

 A loud scrape brought Cat back to reality and she jerked her head at the sound. Sam was pulling out a chair next to his brother. He sat down and stretched out in the same fashion Dean currently was, his eyes glued to her willing body. They were situated as if they were watching a show. Front row seats to the performance.

 “You gonna let us see all of you?” She nodded in response to the man behind her and shivered when he pushed the straps of her dress down. Her dress halted at her hips and John moved to push it down to her feet.

“I gotta say…” He started, his hands rubbing sensuously at her ass once she was completely naked. “Your ass has made me hard as a fucking rock for the last four months.” His hands gripped the flesh hard, spreading the cheeks obscenely. “I’ve wanted to watch it bounce on my cock from the moment I first saw you.”

 A solid slap to her ass made her yelp, the stinging making her nipples harden and her pussy ache. Dean had his pants undone and his cock out as he jerked himself off. He grunted when John spanked her again and Cat cried out in pleasure. Thick fingers were back at her weeping slit, exploring her sensitivity. She moaned when the fingers moved to trace the opening of her ass, the muscles clenching at the action.

 “Anyone ever taken you here before?” John asked huskily while his finger gently probed around the untouched rim of muscle.

 Cat shook her head, both turned on and panicked at the idea.

 He picked up on her reluctance and kissed the nape of her neck, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “We’ll save that for another time.” The promise was in the air and she couldn’t help the thrill she felt at what that could mean.

 Dean shifted impatiently in front of her and lifted a hand to caress the flesh just above her sex. She shivered at the intimate action. John’s fingers left her and were soon replaced with Dean’s. He was rough with his touch and he curved the digits inside of her, the action making her lurch forward and grip his shoulders. Her nails dug into the flannel he wore, but the sharp sting of pain to his skin showed on his features. She cried out at the intrusion and subsequent assault, not ready for another orgasm but feeling the tension build anyway.

 “She’s tight.” He stated with amusement. “I can feel her pussy sucking me in.”

 “Oh god…” Cat whined, head falling back to connect with John’s hard chest. Dean’s words and fingers felt as if they were teleporting her through space, lights dancing behind her lids at warp speed.

 “I think she’s gotta thing for Dean’s incessant talking.” Sam chimed in. Looking over at him, Cat could see he was entertained, but the arousal that crackled in the air was still very much present. His own jeans were undone and he was stroking himself to their debauchery. He made for a sinful sight, but the sheer size of his cock made her stomach clench in apprehension.

 “On your knees.” John ordered suddenly.

 She obeyed without question. He helped her to the floor in between Dean’s knees, her discarded dress offering some comfort to the hardwood floor beneath her. Dean wrapped the fingers that were embedded in her pussy around his shaft, slickening the flesh with her arousal. She couldn’t look away. And as he groaned at the mixture of their juices coating him, she felt her walls contract.

 Dean reached out and cupped her face, dragging his thumb over her lips and smearing their combined spending’s along her mouth. “You’ve got the fullest fucking lips. Wrap them around my cock, sweetheart.”

 Cat leaned forward and sucked lightly at the head of Dean’s cock. He was thick and had enough length to make her hesitate. She could taste herself on him, as well as his own salty flavor. She took all of him down, his length nearly suffocating her. Her nose was almost flat against his abdomen as she swallowed. He groaned from above her, his hand resting on the back of her head. She could feel his restraint as he tried not choke her, but she disregarded the courtesy. She breathed through her nose as she deep throated him, humming in approval at the way he tensed beneath her.

 “Shit, that feels good…” His voice was strained and she took pleasure in making him that way. Her hair was being pulled and she moaned at the pain. She came up for air, licking the length of him as her hand took over. She took one of his heavy balls into her mouth and sucked, the action making him jerk. He was biting his bottom lip as he tried to watch her take down his cock. She paid the same attention to his other ball, the sounds of her slurping and sucking filling the room.

 Dean’s moans and groans of pleasure spurred her on and she didn’t think twice when she wedged his cock between her breasts. His eyes grew dark when he realized what she’d done and what she planned on doing.

 “Oh, you are Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?” He growled.

 Cat nodded, her mouth preoccupied with sucking on his tip as she worked him between her tits. He was slick from her saliva and he moved easily against her flesh. His hips began to thrust, meeting her awaiting mouth. He was close and she doubled her efforts.

 “Fuck, I’m gonna cum on your tits.” His teeth were gritted and his jaw was clenched as he started to cum. His hand tangled in her hair, nearly pulling the strands from the root. His whole body tensed as she caught the thick ropes of white on her breasts and chin.

 She continued to gently lick at his cock, the flesh softening as he came down from his climax. She cleaned him up until he pulled away, the oversensitivity kicking in. He licked his lips as he looked down at her and the mess he’d made.

 “Gorgeous.”  Dean mumbled, the orgasm making him sound sluggish.

 Cat dipped a finger into the stickiness painted across her flesh and raised it to her lips. She kept her eyes trained on Dean as she sucked the salty mixture from her digit. A low moan escaped his pouted lips, his hips shifting in the chair at the sight.

 “Goddamn, she’s a keeper.” He addressed the other men in the room, resituating his cock back into his jeans. Cat smiled at the compliment, unexpectedly warmed by the sentiment.  

 “Knew she would be.” John rumbled from behind her, his massive hand tangling in her hair once again. The gesture was making Cat more aroused each time he did it. “You feel up to showing Sam the same hospitality?”

 The question didn’t need to be asked. She was already moving on her knees towards the larger man. She heard the light laughter and soft murmurs of approval from the men around her as she resituated herself between Sam’s legs. His frame was like that of a giant and she imagined she looked quite small perched at his feet.

 “Use your hands first. Then your mouth…slow.” Sam instructed. Cat nodded, relieved that he’d given her some direction. The panic must’ve showed on her face when she came eye to eye with his member. It was enormous, a deep shade of red, and already leaking precum. She licked her lips despite her nerves.

 She did what he said and used her hands, his leaking slit aiding her movements. Her hands worked in tandem as she incorporated his heavy sac. Sam’s eyes rolled back and a deep groan rose from his chest. The display encouraged her. She let her tongue delicately trace his hole, gathering up the cum before it had time to settle.

 “Fuck, that feels amazing.”

 Cat licked the length of him and then sucked the head into her mouth. He reacted in a similar fashion to his brother. His hands moved from his thighs to her hair, unable to keep still. She let him guide her as she took down more and more of him. He hit the back of her throat when he was only half-way down, but she breathed through her nose and continued on. He filled her esophagus, her breathing erratic as she struggled to deep throat him. Drool was pooling around her lips and down his shaft. She swallowed and again he cursed in appreciation. She pulled away to take in a fresh gulp of air, a line of saliva connecting her to him still.

 “Quick learner.” He quipped, fingers tightening against her scalp. He was smirking down at her and she felt her nipples tighten at the action. She had Sam pegged as a do-gooder, but he was fast proving her wrong; proving that despite his boyish charms, he was a man who took what he wanted. His role among the trio was no talk, more action. He didn’t need to tease or taunt like Dean. He didn’t need to run the show like John. Sam was content in letting his actions and the orgasms he gave out speak for him.

 Cat deep throated him again and felt his body tense beneath her. She hummed, letting the vibrations travel down his cock. Sam thrust his hips up, the action making her gag. She pulled off of him and went to take him again, but his hand stopped her.

 “Hold on, baby…I wanna paint these lips.” He held his throbbing cock in his hands and directed the tip to her open mouth. She stayed still as he dragged himself across her lips, a trail of precum left in its wake. “Taste it.” He ordered and she willingly obliged. His taste was more prominent than Dean’s, but not unpleasant. Her thighs parted as she let a hand trail down to the apex of her thighs, suddenly too aroused to sit idly by.

 “I don’t think so, baby girl.” John chided, stepping to her back and placing a booted foot between her spread thighs. He raised his foot to connect with her naked and swollen lips, effectively blocking her hand from making any contact. Cat couldn’t help it; once she felt the rough texture of the laces and leather, she grinded against him. The boot offered just enough stimulation to have her cresting that invisible hill.

 “Oh, fuck…” She moaned, not stopping the motion of her hips. She clung to Sam’s leg as she moved, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

 “That is a sight.” Dean exhaled, his figure leaning closer to catch a better angle of Cat’s movements.

 “Suck me while you get yourself off.” Sam commanded breathily. His eyes were no longer twinkling with mischief; he was all business now. Even in her delirious state, Cat abided by his demand. She took him down hungrily as she continued to ride John’s boot. She could feel the slickness of the leather beneath her. She wouldn’t be surprised if she ruined the damn thing.

 Sam’s cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged again. He took the lead and jutted his hips up and into her mouth. She let him abuse her throat; she was too high on endorphins to care about the slight pain it caused.

 “That’s it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” He warned, his pace increasing. Cat opened her jaw wider, attempting to accommodate him. She could feel her clit catch on John’s boot just right and she let herself go; the myriad of sensations too much to keep her climax at bay. Sam jerked under her and his hand tugged at the roots of her hair as he started to cum. “Swallow it.”

 Cat did as she was told, even during her blissed out state. Hot spurts of liquid gushed into her mouth and she quickly swallowed it down, not wanting to waste a drop. Wayward streaks leaked from the side of her mouth and once she was sure she’d swallowed most of him, she set about cleaning him up. He was still half-hard, but she could tell he was feeling overstimulated. She softly licked his cock, but he hissed and jerked as she did. The boot that had been beneath her was now gone, her pussy still throbbing with unquenched need.  

 “Baby girl,” John called, a slight lilt to his voice as he spoke. Cat stopped what she was doing and looked in the older man’s direction. He’d moved from behind her to her left. His hands were in his pockets, but his erect dick was apparent under the denim he still wore. “You made quite the mess on Daddy’s boot.”

 Her dark eyes traveled to his feet, paying particular attention to the one that had the shiny sheen of moisture on the laces. She felt her cheeks heat with both embarrassment and arousal, the sight almost making her doubt she’d even done it. She’d been so caught up in the throes of climax that her only goal had been scratching that proverbial itch.

 “Don’t be shy now.”

 “I-I’m sorry…” She started, dark eyes downcast.

 He cut her off with a laugh. “Nothing to be sorry for, darlin’. I’m gonna leave it. Let you stay on me all day.” John boasted, successfully heating her body up all over again. He grinned down at her with a roguish spark in his eyes. It made a shiver travel up her spine.

 “Ready for me?” He asked, though she knew it was a veiled demand. She was more than ready. Had been from the moment she’d seen him. And while she’d gotten off twice already, her pussy still demanded that she be filled to the brim with cock. His cock.

 She nodded mutely and stood as he helped her to her feet. Her knees ached and her legs still felt gelatinous, but her body was humming with electricity. In her peripherals, she could see the brothers still seated in her dining chairs. Their pants were back to being zipped and buttoned, but their eyes followed her like a lion ready to strike.

 John pulled her to him roughly and surprised her by devouring her mouth with his. Her hands rested on his chest, leaning on him for support as he assaulted her senses. He tasted like the beer he’d been drinking. He smelled like saw dust and motor oil. His skin was calloused and rough. He was primal; her feminine nature recognizing and demanding the taste of a true man. Her head swam with lust. She felt doped up and she clung to his flannel as he started to pepper her neck with kisses. His scruff burned and his teeth nipped, but she craned her neck for more. His hands were everywhere and all at once. Each time she felt his touch she arched into it, only for him to pull away and find a new spot along her skin.

 “I want you to sit on my cock, baby girl. Can you do that?” His words were mumbled against the pulse point on her neck and Cat rolled her eyes back in pleasure at his suggestion.

 “Yes, Daddy…” She dutifully replied. A rush of moisture made her thighs slide against each other, the scent of her filling the already sex-filled room.

 John pulled away and seated himself in another chair next to Sam and Dean. They looked like the most sinful lineup she’d ever seen. He stretched his legs out in front of him and undid his belt and zipper, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt like she was standing in a store window on full display for the passing patrons. Only these patrons wanted to fuck the shit out of her…and she wanted them to.

 Cat moved towards him and accepted his help as she situated herself on his lap. She straddled him, immediately moaning when his bare flesh met hers. She smeared him with her juices as she began to move her hips rhythmically against him. He gripped her rounded hips forcefully, struggling not to thrust up and into her.

 “That feels fucking amazing.”

 The sounds of her sliding his dick against her wet folds filled the room. Grunts and groans followed as she worked herself over him. His cock was not as long as Sam’s, but it was definitely thicker than Dean’s. The heavy head caught her clit and she moaned, eager to feel the sensation again. John’s fingers moved from her waist to her pussy, spreading her lips so that she could take more of him in. That action set her off for the third time. It was a smaller orgasm compared to the others, but it paralyzed her none the less. Her own fingers tangled in his salt and pepper hair, grabbing at the roots in the same manner the brothers had done to hers. Lips suctioned against her neck as she tremored and shook with ecstasy. A painful bite to the spot was dulled by the pleasure coursing through her veins.

 “She’s a responsive one.” Sam mused from his spot beside his father.

 Dean nodded in agreement, eyes still glued to her quaking form. “Makes it all the more fun.” He quipped with a knowing smile.

 Cat had gotten used to them talking as if she couldn’t hear them. She was finding herself getting off in it. The way they complimented and observed her as if she were a prized animal…it made her feel owned.

 She was wrapped around John once she’d come down from her high, her face buried in his neck. She burrowed into the muscled flesh, tongue peeking out to taste him. He raised her ass, adjusting them so that he could align with her opening.

 “Let me in, baby girl.”

 Despite the need to pull away because of the still powerful after effects of her climax, Cat did as he said and allowed him to sink into her. She moved slowly, feeling the burn of his girth even with the slick coating her walls. She took him inch by inch, swallowing his cock in small increments before pulling him out again. She could feel every vein and groove inside her, her walls sucking at the intruder desperately. He was tense beneath her, but he allowed her to go at her own speed.

 “Goddamn you are tight. Doesn’t feel like we loosened you up at all.” John grunted, his cock finally bottoming out once Cat took him all the way in. She sat that way for a moment; his cock hard and pulsing inside of her as she sat flush against his hips and thighs. She clenched around him and he gripped her ass hard, a low moan following.

 “Gotta move, baby girl.” His jaw was clenched as he spoke, the last vestiges of his control quickly falling away.

 Cat began to move, rocking back and forth so that he stroked against her. Her mind was still trying to wrap itself around the situation, around the circumstances that led her here. Her whole body was jittery with arousal, but her movements felt lethargic. She was feeling too much, and not enough all at once.

 John’s cock was hitting just the right spot deep inside of her and she began to pick up her pace. She threw her head back, feeling the ends of her hair brush against the denim of his thick thighs. His mouth lowered to her breasts, sucking and biting at her nipples enthusiastically. She could feel her walls start to flutter and she knew she was passed the point of no return.

 “Yes, right there…please…” She begged, unsure of what she was specifically asking for. A finger massaged her clit as she now bounced herself on John’s cock. Everything around her ceased to exist as the dam broke inside of her. Cat trembled with a force so powerful she nearly toppled off his lap. She trapped John against her breasts, holding him to her as she twitched and writhed. Her walls contracted tightly around his cock, feeling the heat coming off him.

 “That’s it. Cum for Daddy.” John licked her nipple as he spoke, his gaze never leaving her face. He let her feel everything as he remained still below her. He hissed when she finally stopped clenching him, the feeling almost painful for his throbbing member.

 Her breathing was rapid as she untangled her arms from John’s neck and hair. He was watching her with a different spark in his eye and she cowered in response.

 “Take me out.”

 She hurriedly obeyed, afraid she’d done something wrong. She lifted up her hips and pulled him from inside her slowly, the sounds obscene and erotic. He lifted her from his lap and stood, his angry looking cock brushing the skin of her stomach. A trail of wetness was left in its wake, the appendage soaked from her release. He reached for her and shifted them so that she leaned against the table, the edge digging into her ass. Her eyes moved to the other two men in the room, hoping they’d give her some sort of clue to what she was in store for, but they were both watching with the same hardened stare their father was.

 Anticipation swelled in her belly. And what felt like fear. For the first time in their time together, Cat was unsure.

 “Lay back.” John commanded gruffly. He sat her on the piece of furniture easily, the cold surface a shock to her overheated skin. Cat did as he said, eyes going to Sam and Dean’s. John stepped between her legs and propped her feet on the edge so that she was lewdly displayed. She wanted to cover herself, but she fought against the instinct.

 “That is a pretty pussy.” His finger teased at her opening, the flesh swollen and sopping wet from all the activity. He ventured passed her lips and she jumped at the intrusion. “She’s still trying to clench around something. She’s a needy thing.” He continued to taunt, his words somehow making her overworked body tingle in newfound desire.

 Dean moved from his chair and stood near her head, his green eyes roving her body as if she’d just unveiled it to him. His hand caressed her cheek and then gently swept her hair from her forehead. The gesture was surprisingly intimate.

 “You look scared, sweetheart.” Dean said with genuine care, though the wickedness still sat idly under the surface.

 “Are you-,” She paused, eyes going to each man in hopes they’d see her meaning. “Are each of you-,”

 “No.” Sam said quickly, cutting off her line of questioning. His response was serious, but the smirk on his lips let her know he was more than willing to go against it.

 “I get to have you today. Only me, baby girl.” John explained, his hands smoothing against the flesh of her widened thighs. He caressed her from her knees to her ass, easing the tension that had settled in her muscles. “The boys can have you next time. If you want. But we’re starting slow. Can’t run before we crawl, can we?” He raised an eyebrow at her expectantly and she nodded, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

 The idea of all of them taking her at once appealed to her more than she’d liked to admit, but she knew she wasn’t ready to dive into that just yet. The thought was intimidating and almost unfathomable. But at the prospect of getting to have all three of them, even at once, was enough to keep her intrigued.

 “You think you could handle three cocks at once?” Dean asked, his finger rubbing her bottom lip and forcing it from the grips of her teeth.

 “Y-yes.”

 “You don’t sound so sure.” Dean baited, his finger trailing from her lips to her neck. He stroked the sore spot near her pulse point and she realized there must’ve been a mark left behind.

 “I can…” She tore off into a moan when John’s mouth descended on her pussy abruptly. Dean’s finger drifted to her nipple and circled the fast-hardening bud. The dual sensations made her back bow against the table and into their skilled hands. Cat’s hands threaded through John’s hair as he worked, his lips kissing her own sensuously and thoroughly. He wasn’t missing a drop and he made sure he touched every part of her flesh that he could.

 Soon, hands were grabbing at her breasts and pinching her nipples. They kneaded her skin with a roughness and need that had her crying out. She opened her eyes and struggled to keep them focused against the onslaught of euphoria she was feeling. A dark head of thick hair was nestled into the other side of her neck. It was Sam; his mouth was assailing the flesh. He was working with a purpose. To mark her.

 On her other side, Dean’s hands were still grasping her breasts while his lips were positioned near her ear. The words he whispered sent jolts straight to her abused core, her legs clamping around John’s head.

 “You’re gonna take the three of us next time, aren’t you? Gonna fill up every hole. And you’re gonna beg us to stop. Beg us to not make you cum again.”

 Fucking hell, the images he was conjuring for her were making her hips rock against John’s mouth. She whimpered when she felt a painful twinge, indicating another orgasm was on the horizon.

 “You gonna cum for us?” Sam asked, voice low and dangerous.

 She shook her head, not ready. Something felt different. Something she’d never felt before.

 “I can’t.” She whined, feeling an urge to release but unable to let her body do so.

 “You can and you will.” Dean ordered harshly, leaving no room for arguments.

 Cat felt John push his fingers into her and curl them, hitting a spot that set alarms off inside her. His lips suctioned around her clit, the action almost uncomfortable. She shook her head again, trying to convey how close she was to a cliff she’d never jumped off of.

 “Fuck. I think I’m gonna cum.”

 The words barely made it passed her lips before she was cumming. Liquid rushed out of her in a way in which she’d never experienced. Her mind was barely registering the phenomenon as her body seized and contracted with spasms. The hands that had been racing her to the finish line now eased up and stroked her soothingly. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths and her limbs felt like lead as she wafted back to reality.

 “You’re a squirter?” Sam’s voice broke the silence, his eyes watching her with delight.

 “I-I’ve never-,” Cat struggled to get out the words, still trying to catch her breath.

 “Holy shit. That was fucking hot, sweetheart.” Dean praised with awe and lust.

 She could feel the mess she’d made and belatedly looked down to John. He would’ve gotten the brunt of her unexpected talent and she found herself once again embarrassed. She met his gaze as he stood and was met with pure, animalistic desire. His stubble was coated with her spending’s, his white teeth grinning like the cat that ate the canary. He seemed more than pleased by the events.

 “You’re just full of surprises, baby girl.”

 He reached for her arms and she let him help her to a sitting position, the blood flowing back to her legs. He kissed her forcefully and giving her no choice but to taste herself on him. His tongue danced with hers, the flavor a mix of salty and sweet.

 He pulled away and nipped at her bottom lip as he spoke. “I’m not quite done with you.”

 She whimpered, knowing her body was nearing exhaustion. Her skin was sticky and covered in sweat and cum. Her throat felt sore and dry from being impaled on massive dicks. Her hair was tangled and her muscles were delightfully sore. She could die in that moment and die satisfied and happy.

 John sniggered at her half-assed protest, but ignored her obvious fatigue. “Bend over.” He commanded. And even though she was on her last legs, she submitted. Because she knew if she really wanted to, she could put a stop to it. But she didn’t. She wanted to keep going. She wanted to push her limits.

 Her skin stuck to the table under her, but with John’s assistance she was on her feet and bent over the surface. Sam and Dean were out of her line of sight again, having moved to capture the best view of her fucked raw pussy. She gripped the edge of the table as John entered her without warning, his thickness making that burn settle into her walls again. His thrusts were deep and slow. The movements made the table move across the floor as Cat struggled to remain on the tips of her toes.

 “This is the best goddamn view.” He thrust again, the force of his hips making the edge of the table dig into her stomach. “Your pussy is swallowing my cock so fucking good, baby girl.”

 “Oh, Daddy…fuck.” Her face was pressed into the table, her nails digging into the woodgrain.

 His hips stilled suddenly. Cat felt her soaked channel gripping and releasing his cock, but he still stayed unmoving.

 “Fuck yourself.”

 She moved her hips forward and then back at the same speed he’d been thrusting. She angled her hips down and then up as she took him in, letting him hit spots he hadn’t before.

 “Look at all that cream.” Hands spread her ass cheeks as she continued to move. “I’m gonna cum in this pussy. You gonna let Daddy do that?”

 Cat nodded dumbly, unable to form a sentence. A hand came down hard on her right cheek and she flinched. The undercurrent of pleasure made her push back for more. He obliged her, his hand assaulting the other cheek in the same manner. His actions spurred her on and she moved faster. He was still making her do a majority of the work and she cried out in frustration when she couldn’t find the rhythm needed to push them over the edge.

 “Need a hand from Daddy, baby girl?” John taunted, the knowing tone in his voice almost infuriating her. Tears sprang to her eyes as she tried and failed to chase ecstasy.

 “Please…” She begged, wanting the sweet torture to come to an end.

 John’s grip on her hips tightened as he began to pound into her, the grueling speed just what she needed to send her over the edge again. She cried out as she felt his cock continue to bottom out inside her, his grunts mingling with her own litany of whimpers.

 “That’s it, baby girl. Cum on my cock.”

 Cat felt a beefy hand grab at her hair, pulling her back into a near impossible arch. Her whole body felt utterly and truly abused, and yet she found herself craving more.

 “I’m gonna cum…you gonna take it all?” John gruffly asked, his hips smacking harshly against her reddened ass.

 “Yes, yes, yes…” She chanted, ready to feel the warmth of him dripping from her depths.

 “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He gritted out between clenched teeth, her hips now trapped against his. His cock swelled and pulsated as his hands dug into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Thick, warm ropes of him filled her, coating her walls and finally making her feel as if she could fall into the deepest sleep she’d ever experience.

 She all but collapsed against the table, feeling John pull away from her. A cool gust of wind washed over her now exposed backside. She could feel his seed start to trickle from her, the cheeks of her ass spreading by the same hands that had held her seconds before.

 “Take a look at this, boys.”

 Cat didn’t have to turn around to see that every man’s gaze was zeroed in on her. The heat of their stare was burning her flesh; and if she wasn’t so exhausted, she was sure new tendrils of desire would’ve overtaken her.

 “Prettiest thing I’ve seen in a while.”

 She was sure it was Dean that spoke. And she was also sure that the hands caressing her lower back and ass belonged to Sam. Their combined words and touches were the last thing she remembered before she was pulled behind a dark curtain of sleep.

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Cat’s eyes fluttered open suddenly, the darkness of the room momentarily frightening her. She realized she was in her own bed, nestled into the comfort of her sheets and blankets. The clock on her nightstand said it was barely after eight o’clock at night. Memories flooded her conscious mind like a faucet had been opened. Flashes of hands on her body, maneuvering her to their liking, painted a debauched picture. Groans and whispered words of praise looped like a song in her ears. Her body was aching and sore, but in a way that made her feel satisfied and alive.

 Her mouth felt dry and her eyes still felt heavy, but she shifted herself to the edge of the bed. She belatedly realized she was nude and shivered as she sat up and took in the space. She quickly did the math…she’d been sleeping for about six or seven hours. And her last recollection was of three strange men, devilishly handsome but still strange, fucking her useless and in her house. They could’ve done anything while she was passed out. Her whole house could be empty. The world could’ve fucking ended and she would be none the wiser.

 She raised up on shaky legs and made her way to the bathroom, her bladder not able to wait another second. She used the facilities, remnants of semen still on her skin. Her reflection met her gaze and she balked at her appearance. Mascara was smeared under her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mass of brunette waves. Her skin was peppered with bruises and beard burn. She almost looked as if she’d been in a serious accident.

 Cat decided to take a quick shower and rid herself of the fucked senseless look she was currently sporting. She didn’t hear any movement downstairs and figured if her shit was stolen, well there was nothing she could do about it now.

 The warm water cascaded over her skin and soothed her tender muscles. The bottom half of her body, specifically the juncture between her thighs, hurt every time she moved. Again, the pain wasn’t unwelcomed. It was a reminder of the unlikely circumstances she’d found herself in earlier that day. The pain and visible marks were reminders of the three men next door.

 She finished her shower quickly and dressed just as fast in shorts and an old off the shoulder t-shirt. She brushed her hair, taming the mess John’s hands had created. She walked through her bedroom and was just about to open the door when something on the floor caught her eye. Cat turned a lamp on to get a better look and froze at what she saw. There were a pair of dark brown leather boots sitting haphazardly at the end of her bed. Men’s boots. The boots she’d ridden and gotten herself off on hours before.

 Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any other sign of a man but found none. If John’s shoes were still here, where was he?

 A noise from downstairs made her stiffen. She walked into the hallway quietly, straining to hear any other sounds. Light was emanating from the kitchen and dining room, her house seemingly alive without her. Her bare feet were soundless on the stairs as she rounded the corner to the first floor. More noises confirmed the presence of someone in her kitchen and Cat wished she’d brought the bat she kept next to her bed with her.

 A man had his back to her, the muscles beneath his grey t-shirt rippling as he tinkered with a light fixture. A flannel shirt was thrown over the back of one of her chairs, a tool box open near it on the table. Cat recognized John immediately and upon seeing him she instantly relaxed. She was also thankful none of her belongings seemed to be missing.

 Her feet made a floorboard whine and he spun around, his eyes softening once he realized who she was.

 “Hey, beautiful…” He greeted with a warm smile, the tools in his hand long forgotten.

 Cat stepped towards him, the uneasiness she’d been feeling seemingly dissipating the longer she was with him. He held out his hand to her and she took it, letting him pull her to him. He was being much softer with her than he’d been that afternoon. His arms encircled her waist, his body radiating a heat that made her step closer into his space. He was quite a bit taller than her and she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze.

 “How you feelin’?” He asked, eyeing the flesh of her marred neck.

 “Good…sore, but good.” She answered honestly. Her voice sounded hoarse and she cleared her throat to dispel the cobwebs.

 John flashed a wide grin at her words. Even though Cat was cleaned up and dressed, she knew she still looked like she’d been fucked ten ways to Sunday. And he was clearly basking in that notion. In that moment he looked like the perfect mixture of rugged man and boyish gentleman. The combination made her stomach flutter and her pussy clench uncomfortably in remembrance.

 “You been out for a while. I kept myself busy.” He gestured to the various tools that littered her countertop, indicating he’d done some more repairs to her home. A lone pizza box sat at one end of the kitchen and she could swear her mouth watered at the sight.

 “You didn’t have to.” She replied, embarrassed that they’d essentially fucked her into a coma. Her cheeks felt warm and her eyes were focused on the material of his t-shirt, unable to meet his eyes. His hand left her hip and tilted her chin. He was staring down at her with a softness and warmth that made her heart beat faster.

 “It’s the least I could do.” He smiled down at her and she couldn’t help but to reciprocate the gesture. “You hungry?” He asked, arching a thick brow down at her. She nodded and let him lead her to the countertop where the pizza box sat.

 “You ordered pizza?” Cat asked as he pulled two slices from the container and placed them on an empty plate that was out. She lifted herself onto the countertop, a slight grimace flying past her lips at the exertion it took for her aching body. John turned a worried glance her way, but she smiled and waved it off, accepting the plate of food.

 “I picked it up in town. I was out for a bit getting some more tools and figured you’d be hungry once you woke up.” He responded, plating two pieces for himself. He leaned against the edge of the counter near her, his clothed form rubbing against the bare flesh of her legs.

 “Thank you.” She murmured, not quite sure what part she was thanking him for. She supposed all of it…the amazing sex, the handyman repairs, and the nourishment.

 He winked at her while he chewed and she figured he’d caught the meaning of her simple, yet loaded words of appreciation.

They sat in a comfortable silence while they ate until Cat belatedly realized that she hadn’t seen or heard from the two other men that had ravaged her that afternoon. She almost felt as if it was a fever dream, a mirage conjured up by her depraved mind. If not for the physical reminders of them on her skin, she would’ve believed it too.

 “Where’s Sam and Dean?” She finally asked after swallowing down a bite of pepperoni pizza.

 John cleared his throat before answering, wiping his mouth with a napkin as he did. “They had to head out. They’ve got some business to attend to out of state.”

 Cat nodded, trying not to feel neglected by the men. They had all had fun and they were under no obligation to hang around and converse with her. And they had mentioned that they were only passing through.

 Still…insecurities and doubts started to creep up.

 “Hey,” A gentle hand lifted her chin as a broad body placed itself between her thighs. She looked up and met John’s warm brown eyes, her mood lifting slightly at the way he stared down at her. “They wanted to stay, but they got a call. They wanted me to tell you that they liked you. Enjoyed you.” He said with a knowing smile as he caressed her fast-reddening cheek.

 A smile lifted the edges of her lips. She tried not to look like an enamored teenage girl, but she knew she was failing. These men, especially the one before her, had her totally and completely captivated.

 “And…” He started, his rough hands now stroking the inside of her thighs. The action made her shiver. “They said they wanted to see you next time they were in town.”

 A warmth spread throughout her body as he spoke, relaying his sons’ message to her. Her body was coming alive under his touch and she felt a coil start to tighten inside her at the idea of repeating their time together.

 John began to trail kisses along her neck as he stepped further into her space. She automatically widened her legs, accommodating his large frame. His stubble burned her skin, but it was in a way that now felt familiar and intoxicating.

 “Would you like that, baby?” He rasped against her neck, his voice sending shivers through her body. “You want all three of us again?” He nipped at her bruised skin, reestablishing his claim on her.

 Cat moaned and pulled his crotch flush with hers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, already losing herself to the sensations. God, he felt like the best drug she’d ever been on. And even though her body was still recovering, she happily accepted him again.

“I need you…” She gasped as he palmed her breast beneath her shirt. She could feel him hard against her and she pushed back in hopes of enticing him.

 “You should rest.” He growled, her hands starting to stroke him through his jeans. She whimpered in response, not wanting to accept his demand this time.

 “Daddy…”

 John pulled away, but his hands were still on her and practically searing her skin. He eyed her with careful consideration and she could tell he didn’t like her act of defiance. She almost felt sorry for it…almost.

 “I’ll let that slide for now, baby girl. But I’ll get my punishment in due time.” His words made her thighs squeeze shut, the need to ease the pulsing ache overwhelming. He seemed pleased by her actions, licking his lips and showcasing those perfect teeth.

 “Come on.” He took a step back and extended his hand to her. She took it without question. He helped her down and began leading her back to the stairs and to her bedroom. “I’m gonna fill up the tub and you’re gonna soak.”

 “Are you going to join me?” She asked once they had made it to her bathroom.

 He dropped her hand and turned on the lights. He didn’t answer her right away. Instead, he moved about her space and did what he said he was going to do. He filled her bathtub, adding bubble bath that she had sitting on the counter. When he finished, he turned to face her and lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his naked torso to her for the first time. A breathe escaped her lips as she took him in. He was all tanned skin, tattoos, and scars. Muscles rippled as he started to unbutton his pants, his eyes trained solely on her.

 “Strip.” John ordered, the tone of his voice leaving no room for argument.

 Cat smiled and immediately complied. From this moment on, she was going to follow this man anywhere. She was a goner.

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RotTMNT/Baron Jitsu fanfiction: Dating… With Children - Chapter Seven

(Also on AO3 if you want to leave a comment or kudos)

Plot:  Benjamin Draxum hardly considered himself a man of high social standing. Not because he was uncouth or unworthy of it, mind you, but simply because he didn’t have much of a social life. Hard to have one when he usually spent his days at work, cooped up in a lab for so long that he often had his lunches in there, and his nights at home reading or doing research for more personal projects. But perhaps meeting handsome semi-retired movie star - as well as his four young sons - could change all that…

((Soooo, I know I said this chapter would have a bit more drama, but as I was writing that chapter, I realized that this idea was better as a lead-in to the next, slightly more dramatic idea. So, you're getting this chapter first, hope you guys don't mind! Anyway, enjoy the action and fluff! ^v^))

They say no news is good news, and for the most part Draxum could see some truth to that. It wasn't as if he had wished for something to have gone wrong, like their lab’s computers completely crashing or one of his intern’s screwing up. But at the same time, there also hadn't been any major breakthroughs, not even small discoveries in their research and tests that could lead down a rabbit hole of possibilities.

No, instead it had just been another average day at work. Just like the day before, and the day before that… And the several days before that…

Draxum sighed, rubbing his eyes. He only had a couple hours left in the shift, and he knew exactly what he was going to do afterwards. It was a part of his routine that he had been somewhat denying himself, thanks to all the extra time he had been spending either at the Jitsu house or at his own apartment. And, while he certainly didn't regret the time spent with his boyfriend, he was still looking forward to a couple good rounds…

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate for a second in his pocket. “Speak of the devil,” he mumbled with a smirk, taking the phone out. Sure enough, it was a text from Lou.

“Hey, babe. Whatchu up to? Hope work is going well.” Draxum wasn't quite sure when Lou had started calling him that (though it certainly flustered him a bit the first time he noticed), but while he usually wasn't one for pet names, he supposed he didn't mind this one too much.

“Work is work. Going to stop by the ring after,” he texted back.

It only took a few seconds for Lou to reply. “Oof, that bad of a day?”

“No, just haven't done it in a while. Figured it'd be a good way to clear my head somewhat, instead of feeling like a rat on a wheel.”

“Fair enough, hope u have fun!”

Draxum stared at the reply, thinking about it for a moment before typing, “Would you want to come with?” He waited, and then-

“Really, you don't mind?”

“If I did, I wouldn't have asked.”

“Haha, ok! Let me call my babysitter to see if he’s available, otherwise yeah, I'd love to!” A few minutes later, Lou sent another text - a simple thumbs up emoji - and Draxum replied with what time he'd be picking him up.

A quick stop at home after work to change and grab his gym bag, and then it was straight to the Jitsu house. Thankfully traffic was on his side for the most part, making him only a couple minutes late. He walked briskly up the colorful sidewalk - it looked like the boys had tried to play some sort of space themed hopscotch game - and knocked twice. The door opened, and-

“Well hello there~!”

Draxum blinked, stepping back slightly. He had been expecting Lou or one of the boys to answer the door, but instead he was greeted by a stout man with bushy blond hair and an even bushier mustache and a smile that just seemed much too happy and friendly to be natural. “...Hello. I-”

The short man suddenly grabbed his hand, shaking it firmly. “You must be Lou’s new beau! Oh it's just so great to meet you! And I can just tell already that you two must be the sweetest thing and probably look so CUTE together!”

“...If you say so,” Draxum said slowly, allowing the man to hold onto his hand for only a few seconds before yanking it away. Figuring that he wouldn't just want to stand and wait in the doorway, the overtly happy man stood aside, allowing Draxum to come in. He noticed all four boys - and… Was that a dog? What in the world, where had that come from? - in the living room, contently sitting on either the loveseat or the beanbags as they all watched TV together.

“Oh, hey Dr. Draxum!” Donnie noticed, waving. The Labrador puppy that was sitting near him also gave a quick greeting, barking loudly before settling back down. The mustached man just giggled at the pup, wagging a finger at it.

“Er, hello boys,” the scientist nodded, giving them a halfhearted wave, “Where is your-?”

“Hey, you.” Draxum turned and saw Lou coming down the stairs, dressed in a v-neck tank top and long gym pants, with his yellow-tinted sunglasses once again being opted out for darker ones. His hair was also missing its usual pompadour-like style, his bangs instead being tied back in a top knot. The leaner man’s smile almost immediately helped put Draxum a bit more at ease, even if he still wasn't too sure of their ‘guest’.

“Have a fun date, Pop!” Raph told him as his father gave him and his brothers goodbye-and-be-good hugs.

“I'm sure we will,” Lou smiled. Once he was done with his boys, he turned to the blond. “We’ll try not to stay out too late. I would imagine that-”

“Oh no, take your time!” The stout man insisted, “I'm in no rush! And you know how I just love looking after your boys, Lou, it's no trouble at all! Now you two go on and have a great time, okay?

Lou chuckled. “Alright, if you insist. Thanks again, Todd.” They quickly shook hands, with the smaller man once again insisting that he was happy to help. Finally looking back at Draxum now, he led his date out the door while his babysitter waved them off. And as soon as the door closed, Draxum broke his silence.

“Okay… Who was that guy?”

“Who, Todd?” Lou asked, “Uh, he's my babysitter? Kinda thought that was obvious, but-”

“So, you just found this guy and thought, ‘yeah, he seems normal enough to trust with my children’, huh?”

Lou laughed as they walked. “Okay okay, I know Todd seems a bit weird-” Even he could admit to being a bit overwhelmed by the guy’s friendliness and enthusiastic niceties the first time they met- “But he's also just a nice guy! And a good babysitter too, the boys have a fun time with him. ...Though, that maaaay be because he always brings over one of his puppies whenever he sits - he runs a puppy rescue that's on the outskirts of the city.”

“Ah,” Draxum nodded, opening his driver’s side door, “Well, that's one way to give them a pet without actually giving them a pet.”

“I know, right! That's what I thought too!” He paused as he got in the car. “Though, Mikey still tries to ask me for a cat sometimes…”

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Since it was for amateurs only, the gym wasn't too fancy, all things considered. It was a little on the small side, and the youngest equipment there was still at least ten years old. Even his tiny home gym in his apartment was technically more modern. Still, the structure was sound and the roof never leaked, more than half the lockers there still locked and - the thing that always kept people like him coming back - there was still a well-kept, MMA regulation ring right in the center of it all. The perfect place for people to spar, as well as the home of amateur league bragging-rights-only championships every other month.

Draxum could still remember his first few times stepping into this old gym. He'd never been interested in team sports in his youth, but once he had found this place on one random walk around town, suddenly the strength and strategy behind mixed martial arts seemed pretty appealing. It kept him in shape at least, and even after three graduation ceremonies and earning a doctorate, he still found himself coming to the old gym to let off some steam about as often as he did as a teenager.

Lou seemed fairly impressed with it as well, immediately taking interest in the ring. The only other people there were a trainer and his hopeful eventual-champion, and since they were currently busy with the heavy bags in the corner, the ring was completely free.

“So,” Lou asked, stretching his arms as he glanced over his shoulder at his date, “Should we just get down to it then?”

Draxum smirked back at him. “Eager, aren't we?”

The ex-star shrugged. “What can I say, I like a good fight… Think you can give it to me?”

“I'd say I've got a pretty good chance.” Draxum walked over to him, close enough to let his natural height tower over Lou slightly. “Even when up against the great Lou Jitsu.”

Lou grinned. “Well then, let's see what you've got, Doc~”

“...This is ridiculously cheesy and over the top, even for us.”

“Oh don't act like you don't love it.”

All flirting aside, the two of them did take some time to stretch after climbing into the ring, with Draxum making sure to face away from his date, not wanting to risk staring or be caught staring. (Unbeknownst to him, Lou was doing the exact same thing. After all, Draxum was wearing a faded blue-grey tee and black shorts. Lou had never seen Draxum in shorts before, and he had no idea why. The man certainly had the legs for them.)

As they then turned back around to face each other and got into a starting position, the doctor couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vu, recalling the last time they ‘fought’. Of course, this time would be without the music, which meant it would naturally be more fight-like than dance-like, and there probably wouldn't be nearly as much fancy footwork. Still, he could feel excitement bubbling up in his chest, and allowed a small smile to stay on his face as they began the ‘round’.

Lou started things off, rushing in with a punch so fast that Draxum just barely managed to block it. “Ah, I was wondering if you'd actually take this seriously,” he said as he dodged another blow.

“Hey,” Lou chuckled, “Gotta keep you on your toes somehow!” He definitely had an advantage on speed, side-stepping and bouncing on his feet with ease as he hardly gave Draxum any room.

Of course, Draxum had his advantages too. He still had his height on Lou, as well as his physical strength. Once he saw an opening, he didn't hesitate to throw a punch. “Whoa!” Lou cries out, ducking down to avoid it before popping back up. “Nice one!” His date quickly raised his arms, ready to block.

Smirking, Draxum continued to throw hit after hit, keeping an eye on his openings and making sure to throw a fake out or two in there, just to keep things from getting to predictable.

Of course, Lou had his surprises as well. Turning one particular dodge into a sort of somersault, he gave himself some extra space. Once he was back on his feet, he tried a kick that was so fast and sudden, Draxum actually gasped as he moved away, thankfully only getting lightly kicked in the shoulder. The other amateurs he sometimes sparred with couldn't get their feet up nearly that high! “Too much?” He heard Lou ask.

“Hardly,” Draxum retorted, taking only the briefest of moments to regain his footing before rushing his date. Lou had been so focused on getting a possible tide-turning move in that he failed to also keep in mind his surroundings.

Not wanting to get pinned to the fence behind him, Lou dove out of the way, once again getting back to his feet in record time and trying another kick, this time aimed at Draxum’s back. But his boyfriend had speed of his own, it would seem. Draxum was able to catch the kick as he turned, taking the chance to shove Lou away.

Lou cried out a bit as he stumbled, though managed to keep from completely falling over. Standing back up to his full height, he was all smiles as he stared down his smirking opponent. “Alright, you’re asking for it!”

For the next two to three minutes, it was nothing but punches, blocks and dodges, with the two of them switching off between attacking and defending so quickly that if their fight had been an official match instead of just a spar, it could've been anyone’s round. Then again, if it had been an official match, Lou would've pulled out all the stops and shown off every trick he had while Draxum certainly would've been hitting a lot harder with quite a few more face shots, with either one of them being able to end the fight quickly.

But really, what was the fun in that?

For now, they just enjoyed the push and pull of the spar, observing each other’s strategies and clever moves while also admiring the other’s strength and athleticism. It was enjoyable, there was no denying that, but things were starting to slow down some. So, as Draxum caught his last punch, Lou allowed his body to stop. He smiled at his opponent, tilting his head slightly as he stared into Draxum’s eyes, not once trying to pull his hand away. “So… Wanna call it a draw?”

“Hmph.” Draxum lowered his arm, but didn't let go of his boyfriend’s hand. Only changing the position of his own hand, so it could feel like he was actually holding it rather than catching it. “Normally I wouldn't, but I think I can make an exception.” He rubbed the back of Lou’s hand with his thumb, taking a half step forward. “Good fight though. Shame it had to end.”

“Funny,” Lou said as he began tilting his head up now, “I was just about to say the same thing…” Still, there were certainly worse ways for a great spar to end than with a draw and a kiss...

Always seeming to have a few crumpled dollar bills and dull quarters sitting in the bottom of his locker, Draxum took the responsibility of keeping them hydrated and headed out to the old pop machine in the alley behind the gym. It took a couple tries for the finicky machine to accept his money, but Draxum was stubborn, and eventually this determination was rewarded with two bottles of water.

Unfortunately, once he stepped back inside, his mood quickly soured. The gym was a bit busier now, and while most of the people there were doing their own thing and minding their own business- “-Come on, you can't expect anyone here to believe that you are anything more than some washed up pretty boy from Hollywood!”

“Well, if you want to get technical, I'm actually from Tokyo,” Lou replied, arms crossed lazily, “Though I do appreciate the pretty comment, even if you are not really my type.”

The Chinese man who had recognized him (though definitely wasn't a fan) just sneered at the comeback. “Yeah, say all the one-liners you want, but that doesn't change the fact that you're not a real fighter!”

“And what makes you say that?” Draxum said suddenly, now directly behind the two of them, “After all, Hun, if you're going to be stupid enough to insult someone with enough skill in one hand to outclass you, then you'd better at least have some so-called evidence to back it up.”

Looking over his shoulder, Hun smirked. “Didn't think you were the fanboy type, Draxum. What, you think your ‘star’ can't handle a bit of trash talk? Can't handle someone who knows how to actually fight and not just swing a ladder around a set or toss around opponents who aren't even trying? Yeah, sounds like a real champion to me!”

Draxum narrowed his eyes, glaring down at him now. Of all the acquaintances and opponents he'd met at this gym, Hun was both the most cocky and the most annoying. Covered in tacky tattoos and always bragging about his ‘skills’, and despite only winning about two-thirds of the time, he still gloated incessantly about his victories to his cronies when they were there to back him up. The only good thing that came from running into him was usually beating him and shutting the mouth of his for a good while. ...But now, he could think of one better…

Draxum gave Lou a look and Lou didn't have to think about it, nodding back and giving his boyfriend a look of his own. Oh yeah, I've got this. “Well, if you are so confident, then why don't we have a friendly spar?” Lou asked, “Since we’re, you know, next to a fighting ring and all. You don't mind, right Ben?”

“Nope,” Draxum answered, “Don't mind at all.”

Hun grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Alright, Hollywood, let's do it. I for one can't wait to tell everyone how I beat the oh-so-great Lou Jitsu!”

“Oh I'm sure it will be an enjoyable tale,” Lou told him, not even looking at him now as he headed towards the ring’s entrance. Hun huffed, and started towards the other entrance. As for Draxum, he just found a good spot to watch from, and waited for the show to begin.

Lou took off his sunglasses in order to have completely clear vision, his face rarely serious. Hun smirked again, not at all intimidated. As far as he was concerned, this spar would be his, no sweat! “Here in the ring, you can't use fancy moves and convenient props as a crutch,” he taunted, “It's all skill!”

“I prefer to think of those things as ‘style points’, but hey, I can do basic.” Lou took one last deep breath before shifting into a starting position, completely prepared for whatever his opponent had to throw at him. “Ready when you are.”

Hun’s face shifted into a scowl, and he rushed towards Lou with a punch. Lou hopped back, dodging it easily. Another punch, another dodge. Hun tried a kick, and Lou simply ducked, sidestepping out of the way.

A small crowd was starting to gather outside of the ring. “See, I TOLD you that was Lou Jitsu!” “Whoa, you still think he can kick ass?” “Hun’s got this, Jitsu’s barely even fighting!” “Are you kidding me, Jitsu’s a pro! He's gonna wipe the floor with Hun once he gets going!”

Draxum watched in silence, eyes totally focused on his boyfriend. He could see the concentration in Lou’s face as he continued to duck and dodge, each move calculated as they darted around the ring. He wasn't trying to tire Hun out, he was just waiting for the perfect moment to go on the attack…

One more punch was thrown, aimed directly at Lou’s face - and this time, Lou blocked. His arms up now, he shifted into a punch so quickly that it made Hun flinch. He put his own arms to block, but the punch never came. Not from that direction, at least. The first one had been a fakeout, and it had done its job well, allowing the second punch to have a clear shot at Hun’s midsection

The crowd gasped and cheered. Hun grunted at the attack, but managed to stand tall. A respectable feat, but now he was out of step. Now it would be time for him to play defense. Lou began throwing hit after hit, hard and fast enough that even the ones Hun managed to block still caused a bit of pain. The occasional fakeout was enough to keep Hun from regaining an edge, and for the second time tonight, Lou was able to surprise his opponent with a well aimed kick to the shoulder.

As this all went on, Draxum could only stare, eyes wide. He didn't cheer along with the others. He couldn't even smile. All he could do was watch his date with amazement as he fought. It had been one thing to watch an extreme version of his fighting style in his movies, or have a playful spar-dance with him, but this was the real deal. No quips, no smirks or taunts, nothing but raw skill and strength. He could also see just how muscular Lou still was at this angle, despite being so lean and his abs, while not being completely gone, not nearly as tight as they used to be.

Each movement of his arms was a natural extension that was as easy as breathing and as powerful as a cobra strike. His stance was firm and as solid as a skyscraper, yet his feet almost never stopped moving. His eyes were sharp, always looking for the next opening and always trying to think two moves ahead. This was the mind and body of a true champion.

Simply put: To the others watching the fight, it was amazing. To Draxum, it was incredible.

With the two of them quickly running out of space - they were nearly up to the fence now - and the clear fatigue beginning to appear in Hun’s face, Lou decided it was time to officially end it. Huh threw one last punch, desperate enough that there was little technique in it. Lou caught it with ease, and with his other hand, he punched Hun right in the nose, sending him to the floor. He’d held back quite a bit, not being annoyed with Hun enough to seriously hurt him (or risk getting sued by him), but the man’s nose was sure to be bleeding for quite a while.

“Good fight,” Lou said simply, offering a hand.

Hun slapped it away, and stood up on his own, swaying only slightly. Even with one hand holding his nose, he managed to sneer at the ex-movie star. “So you proved that you can fight. Good for you. Just don't expect it next time, you got that?” With that, Hun stomped off, shoving past anyone who tried to talk to him outside of the ring.

But despite the harsh words, Lou just shrugged and headed towards Draxum, a smile already returning to his face. “Hey!” He waved, “So, I think I did pretty good in there.”

“Yes,” Draxum nodded, his voice slightly stiff, “You… Did well in there. Very well.” He inwardly scoffed at himself. That was only a mere fraction of the reaction he had to Lou’s fight, of the praise he wanted to give, though the rest would have to wait. “But I think we should head out to the car now.”

“Huh?” Lou raised an eyebrow. “You want to leave?” Did he get turned off by Lou showing off, or-?”

“I'm saying…” Draxum tried again, his cheeks a bit red now, “That we should go out to the car.”

Lou stared at him for a couple seconds before it finally hit him. “Oh. ... OHHHH.” He grinned. “Why, Benjamin~”

“Shut up,” Draxum hissed, his face burning now as he grabbed Lou’s wrist and dragged him towards the exit, with his date just barely managing to hold back his amused and excited laughter.

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“One roast beef, and one burger. Enjoy, you two!” Lou nodded, silently assuring that they would.

The two of them had decided to stop somewhere for a bite before heading back to Lou’s place, and as luck would have it, the diner they’d had brunch at a few weeks prior was on the way there. Even better was that the diner was pretty deserted for a weekday evening, which meant other than a couple whispering waitresses, there was no one to really bother them.

The ex-action star smiled as he picked up his burger. “Heh, nothing like a couple good spars and a great makeout session to get you hung- Ow!” The kick under the table wasn't very hard, but Lou still gave a pout. “What was that for?”

“It's just not really the type of thing to say in public, is all,” Draxum grumbled, blushing slightly again. He took a moment to brush some hair out of his face, his hair tie currently lost somewhere under the seats of his car. “Especially not for us. We’re not exactly teenagers, after all.”

Lou scoffed. “So what? We can still have our fun, can't we? Not too old for that. And it's not like there's too many people around to hear. ...Though, if they did, they would probably call us lucky, and I would say the same.” Draxum just rolled his eyes while Lou chuckled, finally taking a bite of his burger.

The couple ate in silence for a bit before Lou spoke up again. “I had fun tonight,” he told Draxum, his tone much more sincere now, “Thanks for letting me tag along.”

Draxum smiled back at him, swallowing his own bite of roast beef and mashed potatoes. “If you had that much fun, then I’ll remember to invite you along next time.”

“Yeah. It really wasn't that bad of a place.” Lou dipped a couple fries in his ketchup, looking a bit thoughtful now. “Maybe I could even take the boys there. Once they're older, of course.” Can't exactly have fights out in the backyard, after all. ...Well, you could, but it'd probably lead to a visit from the cops.

Draxum looked curiously at him. “Oh, so you are teaching them your fighting style?”

“Eh, sort of.” Lou gave a small laugh, shaking his head. “From the first time they saw one of my movies, they have been begging me to teach them. Perhaps they were a bit young for those films, and certainly too young to begin intense training. Not that something like that was going to stop them. I lost count how many times I caught them trying to spar with each other - and usually hurting each other or themselves accidentally in the process. Once I even caught Raph with a ladder.”

Catching Draxum’s look of concern, Lou quickly clarified. “It was one of those little kitchen ladders. More like a stepstool, actually. Still, it scared me enough to send both him and his brothers that were cheering him on to their rooms. Afterwards, I sat them down and we had a long talk, leading to the compromise that I would begin to teach them when each of them turned ten.” He then sighed slightly. “Still, you know how insistent kids can be. So, in the meantime, I'm teaching them tai chi as well as the very basics.”

“Ah, I see,” Draxum nodded, “That seems fair.”

“Yeah, and it's actually been working out well. Tai chi actually makes for a very effective cool down exercise when any of them get into a fight with one of their brothers or have a meltdown over something. Plus, just learning different moves and techniques is just fun for them, no matter how simple they are.” Lou smiled to himself. With how enthusiastic they were at such a young age, not yet being bored or frustrated enough to quit, there was a good chance for martial arts to remain a long term part of their family.

His date smiled back at him. “Perhaps they'll grow up to be like their father, then,” Draxum commented.

“Heh, not exactly like me, hopefully,” Lou replied, “But yeah, maybe. It's like they say, you pass down who you were in life as well as what you knew during it. I just hope I'm passing down all good things.”

“I'm sure you are,” Draxum assured him, “Can't think of many bad things about you…” He stretched out his foot once again, this time gently brushing past Lou’s ankle rather than kicking it. Lou said nothing, wanting to use his mouth to take another bite of his burger instead, but returned the touch with his own foot.

Traffic slowed outside the window by their table, bright lights flashing by only occasionally. Some old 60s melody came up on the diner radio, further adding to the homey feel of the room. Once he was finished eating - for such a skinny guy, he could not only eat quite a bit but also eat it quickly - Lou rested the back of his hand against his drink, the water droplets from the glass of pop cooling the spots where light bruises were already starting to form. Switching his fork to his other hand, Draxum gently took Lou’s for the third time that night, lightly massaging it. And just like twice before, Lou didn't dare pull away.

Indeed, playful spars and showing cocky jerks who’s boss was pretty fun. But as it turned out, simply sitting at an old diner table, holding your date’s hand and just being able to peacefully exist with them was just as nice.

"...Would you like to join in on one of our tai chi sessions?" Lou asked suddenly, "We usually do it early weekend mornings, so I can understand if you would want to sleep in, but..."

Draxum personally didn't know much about tai chi, yet it didn't seem to matter. "Count me in," he answered, and the two didn't hesitate to seal the agreement with another kiss.

I'm admittedly not a huge fan of TMNT 2012 - though if any of you like it, it's fine, glad you could find more enjoyment in it than I could - but I thought including Hun from that incarnation could be a fun little easter egg, plus he seemed to fit better than just a random no-name character. And of course, gotta have some Todd! Heh ^v^ Anyway, please leave a kudos and a comment if you can, I'd love to know what you guys think of this chapter and story as a whole, and i'll see you all next time!