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Please I am fucking crying over Ray's face in this scene 🤣🤣🤣

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Blasphemous Rumours

Warnings: 18+, smut, hierophilia, sacrilegious acts, priest kink, fucking on an altar, suggestive themes in a confessional, riding a rosary(?...), hair pulling, biting, light blood play, exhibitionism, suggestive themes during mass, probably smth else but i don’t remember. nothing too crazy🧌. im debating on linking the playlist i wrote this to, but it would kinda get rid of the anonymity of this account…. ~nero :)

Father Paul Hill x female!reader

Word Count: 6.3k

You hated this fuckin ferry. 

You loved your family but you never understood why they never left that island. When you found your way out you left without a second thought. Vowing to never settle here again but that didn’t mean you’d never visit your family. Usually for the holidays you made your way back out here, but this time you just had a break in your schedule and wanted to visit. Wanting to visit didn’t trump the hatred you had for riding this fucking ferry though. 

To be completely honest you didn’t hate the ride itself but rather how the journey made you smell like a feeding bucket at Seaworld. The evening sun was gracing you with its last bit of warmth as it began to tuck itself behind the horizon. Against the cool mist of the water for a split moment, you almost understood the appeal of this lifestyle.

Almost. 

The ferry pulled up to the dock and your eyes fell on the shoreline meeting some abandoned nets and dried out seaweed. The seagulls' mews echoed as you exited the boat. Grabbing your bags you took a deep breath as your feet hit the sand and you began the trek up to your family home. 

Nothings changed. 

It’s been years and everything still looked the same. The houses, the people, hell even the smells were the same. It was uncanny. You saw the church in the distance and were relieved knowing that you could finally lay your bags down soon. As you passed the church your eyes landed on a relatively young man standing outside, a warm smile welcoming anyone that passed by. Styx-colored locks, a slender frame, and a face that looked ever so familiar. Pressing your lips together in a close-lipped smile and waved at him making a mental note to speak to him later. 

Your family’s house was only two doors down from the church and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to see them. Knocking on the front door you eagerly waited to see who would see your face first. 

“Coming!” 

You heard faintly from the other side and you were greeted by the face of your mother. 

“Y/n! Oh, honey, it’s so good to see you!” 

She embraced you immediately, nearly squeezing the life out of you. 

“Hi, Mom.” You chuckled 

Over her shoulder, you saw your little sister, Briar, smirking at you trying her best not to laugh at your current situation. Your mom pulled you into the house motioning for you to come eat dinner as you arrived just in time. 

“Please, come eat. We’ll worry about your bags later. You came just in time to go to mass with us after.”

Mass? Why so late?

“Mass? Did you guys miss it this morning or something?” 

Washing your hands you turned around to face your family as you dried them. Before you sat down at the table your dad came from around the corner physically interjecting himself into the conversation as your mom spoke. 

“No, they happen—hi dear, they happen in the evening now. A new priest has been filling in for the Monsignor. Apparently, while he left for his trip to Jerusalem he fell terribly ill. Such a shame. But Father Paul is phenomenal! I think you’ll like him.”

Your mom looked at you with a knowing smile and you knew exactly what she was teasing you about. You rolled your lips around your teeth and began to eat, swallowing a sly comment. 

After you guys finished dinner, you fixed yourself for mass. Although you weren’t religious on your own time, you did it for your family while you were here. Plus, it allowed you time to wrestle with your feelings with Christ to see if it really wasn’t for you. Your relationship with God or whoever was out there was complicated. Wildly complicated. You knew in your heart that you were a formal sinner yet you lacked the guilt that should’ve come with that. 

If anything, you relished in it. You loved being entangled with the feeling of sin, it made you feel alive. You felt so strangled as a kid with religion, as if every move you made was under scrutiny so when you found the courage to separate yourself, you may have overindulged in things that were impious in nature. 

Just as you were this evening, clad in a low-cut tank top, a hoodie, jeans, and slip-on Vans. If you felt you didn’t belong in Crockett before, you definitely visually fit the part now. Looking like a complete foreigner in comparison to everyone else. You screamed city. From your clothes, and makeup, even down to the way you spoke. You tried your best to eradicate every trace of Crockett when you left but there was one thing you couldn’t scrub away. 

God. 

God always found a way to squirm His way around your brain and tether you to this island. 

“Y/n! You ready, honey?” 

“Yeah!”

Spraying yourself with a light perfume you walked out into the front room where your family was waiting for you. Filing out the door, the walk to the church was quick which was something you despised as a kid and you could feel those same feelings bubbling up as you neared its entrance. It was as if God was mocking you, knowing that you had such an internal feud with whether or not you believed, what was right and wrong, and if you even had a sliver of faith left within you. 

Sitting down in the pews next to your family, you felt at home once the incense filled your nose. The strange feeling of comfort washing over you as memories of your childhood flashed in front of you. The tottering organ that was moments away from wood decay, the massive crucifix in the center arch of the back of the church, and the haunting glow from the warm ambient lighting had you questioning yourself once again. You swallowed the thought, deciding that nostalgic comfort was weighing out your need for logic. 

You were pulled from your thoughts as everyone around you rose to your feet and the chimes of the bell echoed through the building. It was at this point that you realized how many people were stuffed into the pews. Mass was never like this as a kid. 

He’s either the hottest thing known to man or he’s sent from God himself. 

Anticipation settled in your stomach and you fought the smile that was begging to stretch your lips. You needed to know what it was. Maybe he was just a really good preacher, and you were being facetious–or maybe you just walked into the next Jim Jones story. Either way, your eyes were glued to the hallway counting the seconds to the procession. 

As everyone around you opened their book of hymns you were fixated on the white robe that exited the side door.  You didn’t recognize either of the altar boys and for a brief moment, you wondered where the last two poor bastards ran off to. But then your eyes fell on his. His stark black hair wasn’t as neat as it was earlier today when you were walking through town. A few pieces in the front dangled over his right eyebrow and his head was bowed slightly as he walked through the pews. 

Your mind was pulled away from fully taking in the man as you were distracted by how full the church sounded. When you were younger the hymns always sounded so hollow and weak, but tonight it resembled a traditional mass. Savoring the moment of repose you felt, you found it within you to appreciate the music resonating through the building finding it somewhat odd that they were singing a hymn that sounded so haunting. 

At His feet the six-winged seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye~

Your attention drifted back to the priest where he kneeled at the steps and then bowed his head at the altar. When his head raised to stare out across the pews you felt your eyes widen slightly at the sight of him. Your mom nudged your side, smirking when you turned to look at her. 

“Told you.”

You shoved your tongue in your cheek, swiping it across your teeth as you sat back down. Mass went by in a blink considering you were completely engrossed in the man in front of you rather than his preaching. At some point, you completely tuned out his biblical orations and resorted to the simple pleasures of imagining him and yourself in various scenarios in the church. 

In the pews, across the altar, across the altar with the front door open waiting for Beverly to waltz through, in the confessio-

“Honey, come. I want you to meet Father Paul.”

Your mom tapped you on your shoulder pushing you out of your trance of thoughts. Standing up, you smoothed out your top and took a deep breath in an attempt to shake out the tension in your shoulders you most certainly built up during your daydreaming. Walking out of the church you wondered why you were leaving if she wanted you to meet the man. You turned around and noticed that he was no longer at the altar either. Stepping out to the front, your questions were soon answered as a smooth voice sounded from behind you. 

“I see we have a new face in town.” 

Your mother butt in before you had a chance to speak for yourself. Laying her hand across the small of your back introducing you to the man you just spent the better half of an hour fantasizing about. 

“For a little bit, we do, yes! This is my daughter, y/n. She usually comes around for the holidays but we got lucky this time around. This used to be her home until about two years ago.”

You stuck your hand out, Father Paul grabbing yours with a firm grip and you couldn’t help the compulsion to stare at his hand for a moment before quickly finding your mind and smiling at him.

“Nice of you to step in for the Monsignor. My mom told me you’re his stand-in for the time being.” 

“Yes. I apologize seeing as I’m not who you expected, but I assure you he’s on the road to recovery.” 

As Father Paul spoke, you couldn’t quite place why he looked and felt so familiar. You were running through files of how you could’ve possibly known him but nothing was coming out concrete. 

“Oh! No need to apologize. I quite enjoyed your sermon, it was very similar to what I was used to growing up here. It’s as if he never left.” 

You chuckled out your last sentence and suddenly nerves found themselves coursing through your body as you maintained eye contact. You were committing his face to memory. Whether it be for personal reasons in the dead of night or to try and figure out where you knew him from. You’d wrestle with that later. Right now, you were just hoping that you weren’t being painfully obvious. 

You were. 

You were bordering a fine line of staring and eye-fucking him that your mother and sister were finding absolute humor in. Your eyes flickered back and forth between his clerical collar and his face trying to shake the thoughts that were circling their way around your head. 

“Well, I’m glad that I feel so familiar to you. I hope to see more of you during your time here with us.” 

He smiled at you with such sincerity you forgot about all the lust brewing for a second. His face held so many emotions but you couldn’t place any of them. 

“You will.”

You smiled back at him, your eyes holding something a little more heavy though. You were aware of the priesthood’s celibacy and something about knowing you couldn’t have him made the feeling that more intense. Although, you didn’t miss how it seemed the feeling was reciprocated while you looked at him. Father Paul spoke, breaking the silence that you two created. 

“Well, it was very nice to meet the rest of your family, Mrs. L/N, but I am afraid that I have some matters to tend to back in my rectory. You all have a very nice night.” 

His gaze lingered as he spoke, giving you the same treatment as you did moments before and it was making you squirm on the inside. His gaze was soft but so intense and the contrariety of it left your mind racing. While you and your family said a choir of goodbyes, you watched Father Paul walk away as your family made the way back to the house. Your sister spoke up, whipping you from your thoughts. 

“At this point, you should just tell him you want to fuck him.” 

Both of your parents exclaimed your sister’s name in shock but the two of you were left laughing. 

“Oh come on, I wasn’t that bad.” 

“Y/n, you might as well have been sucking his fingers in front of us.” 

As you guys walked back into the house your mom snickered as you genuinely asked for her opinion. 

“Was I being that obvious about it?”

She paused. 

“You could be…less obvious about it.” 

You groaned in embarrassment rushing straight to your room to avoid any teasing for the night. 

“Goodnight!” 

~*~

You couldn’t sleep. You opened your phone to check the time knowing full well that it was the middle of the night. You just wanted to see how late it was. 

3:33. 

Shit. 

You let out an exasperated sigh wiping your hand across your face. It was usually at this point in the night that your hand found its way in between your pajama pants and gently glided itself across your sensitive floret. Your hips jolted forward at the contact and as soon as that sensation spread through your body, images of Father Paul flickered in your mind. As your finger circled over your clit you found yourself reaching your climax faster than usual. As your orgasm flooded through your limbs, your chest heaved for air trying to calm the euphoria running through your veins. 

Pulling your hand from under the sheets, you let your arm drape across your eyes grappling with what you just did. But before you could really identify the problem with your actions, sleep weighed heavily on your eyelids. 

When you woke up, your middle of the night scandal was the first thing on your mind. 

How am I gonna look at him again? 

A string of questions ran through your mind leaving you mentally scattered but as you got ready for the day and saw your sister in the main room, it left the front of your mind. 

“Morning.” 

“Morning. You gonna go to church today?”

You shot your sister a look that was a mixture of embarrassment and a playful knowing. You two erupted into a fit of giggles that ended with you looking at her out of the corner of your eye. 

“Maybe.”

She watched you, impressed by your honesty, and nodded her head. Taking a sip of her drink she spoke through her swallow making her voice a little gummy. 

“Your best chances of seeing him are in the evening. For some reason, he’s stopped coming out in the day. Probably to avoid Bev. That woman would sew herself to his hip if she could.”

“Bev was up the Monsignor’s ass too, nothing out of the ordinary. I’ve never seen someone try to get so close to fucking God.” 

You both were laughing until you saw your mother emerge from the hallway and you halted the sound in your throats. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just givin’ Bev shit for being Bev.”

Your mom laughed through her nose and shook her head at your antics and you were preparing for a small lecture. 

“So I take it you’ll be heading to the church tonight y/n? Typically we only go on Sundays now but I’m sure Father Paul would be ecstatic to see one of us a little more often.” 

Your family took great pride in taking the piss out of you and to be completely fair you made it quite easy. You rolled your eyes at your mother because even she knew you had lost touch with your faith, but now you had reason to find it–maybe. 

“I wasn’t planning on it but since Briar and now you have both greeted me with the question maybe I will. Build some rapport with the man.” 

“We both know you’d wanna build something more than rapport with him.” Briar chimed in. 

“I literally can’t even! You know…with him. It’s against their whole code. Don’t think I forgot. But also they like should come up with a code to not have hot priests, I’m just sayin.” 

They both just hummed in agreement still silently giving you shit. 

“You guys are terrible.” You laughed. 

~*~

You had all day to conjure up a scheme of how you’d find a way to get close to Father Paul and you finally decided on a plan while you were getting ready. 

Confession. 

Technically you didn’t need a priest for confession but it’d be nice to have someone listen while you were in the box. Everyone separated into their rooms for the day and you hoped that was still the case when you stepped out of the house. 

“Skirt’s a little long isn’t it.” 

You didn’t expect Briar to be sitting in the main room so her voice spooked you before you registered her words. 

“Yeah, but I think the side slits balance out the potential prude.” 

You shoved your leg out to the side showing off how the slit in the maxi skirt stopped at the middle of your thigh. Paired with a fairly tight black long sleeve and chunky boots, you were bordering on looking like a mortician. In your mind, being clad in all black hid not only you, but your true intentions from being so visible. The last thing you needed was being sniffed out through a choice of clothing, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hopeful for an interaction. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Be safe.” Briar snickered

Stepping out into the cool night air, you were thankful to feel something other than the emotional heat from your family. It immediately soothed your nerves and you found yourself focusing more on your plan. With the church doors open, you noticed you saw nobody walking in and when you walked up the steps you were surprised to see the pews empty. It felt like you were intruding, like a fly buzzing around a dinner table. Your footsteps echoed in the empty building and you felt an overwhelming feeling to run out and forget about this elaborate plan. To sacrifice your need for affection and carnal satisfaction for a walk across the shoreline or to the general store. Just something else. 

Your eyes panned over to the confession box and you were wrestling with your gut feeling to stay. Maybe you should confess and get it off your chest…just not with him there. With disquieted uncertainty overcoming you, you took a step back to exit the church deciding that you’d come back another day, but when you expected your body to glide through the air, you stumbled into something solid instead. Whipping your body around you apologized profusely. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was spaced out and didn’t hear anybody behind me I’m so-” 

And then you paused. As your eyes traveled up to meet the person you stumbled into your eyes caught the clerical collar. It was like a bullet lodged itself into your chest and you felt your limbs begin to grow cold from shock. You knew who lied above that collar and you had to find the guts to look at him in the eye. 

“It’s no trouble at all. Are you alright? You seem pretty startled.” 

Father Paul placed his hand on your shoulder looking down at you with genuine concern. You made the mistake of looking at him directly in the eye and you wished you didn’t. His deep brown eyes furrowed under his brow waiting for your response but you were entranced by him. Stuttering when you found your voice. 

“I, uh, yeah. I’m fine. I just was in my head about something.” 

Father Paul cocked his head slightly trying to figure out where to step with you. He narrowed his eyes for a moment and flickered back and forth between you and the confessional box. 

“I noticed you were quite focused on the confessional, were you looking to confess this evening, y/n?” 

You panicked. Backed in a corner, your mouth moved faster than your brain. It was too late before you could register the words flying out of your mouth. 

“Well, yes and no. I’ve been quite separated from my faith as of late but I’ve been struggling with…some intense internal issues that can’t be ignored now. I’m not sure if confession would make it better or worse and that’s why I was so engrossed in it.” 

“Well. We’re here now. If you’re comfortable, I can lead you through it.” 

You were hesitant. You worried that in your current state, you’d divulge too much, but maybe that’s exactly what you needed to do. To just get it all out of your system and bear the humiliation. You looked at him one last time and it was as if he was waiting for your compliance. He may as well have been extending his hand out to lead you to it. Closing your eyes and accepting this as a fated moment you inhaled a deep breath and nodded. 

“Okay.” 

Walking to the confessional, you got down on your knees, folded your hands in front of your mouth, and exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You looked through the latticed opening and made out a few of Father Paul’s features. A feeling began to pool in your stomach as you realized the dynamic of the situation you were in. Your mind swiftly moved into the gutter wishing you were on your knees for a different reason. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned–and will continue to do so.” 

You paused deciding one last time if you were going to bear all your bones here. Swallowing your pride, like a gun sounding the start of a race, you relieved yourself with zero guilt. 

“Being separated from my faith has left me in a deeply sacrilegious state. For the most part, I can ignore my thoughts, my taboo interests but since I stepped foot back on this island it's all come bubbling back up.”

You looked to see if Father Paul was looking at you but he stared straight ahead giving you his complete focus to your confession. 

“I find, grave desire in things I shouldn’t. Sexual hunger that I can’t displace somewhere else because I know the only reason it brews within me is because I know it’s wrong. Father, these feelings came back to the surface when I laid my eyes on you during Mass. I couldn’t help it. The feeling that pooled in the depths of my stomach and left me aching for something more. Forgive me, Father, for my boldness, but I fear that the only way I can feel relief is to…release.” 

You felt your breath quicken at how honest you were being but it was soon replaced by the feeling of of excitement. 

“I know it’s wrong but I…I can’t stop the feeling. This is all I can say, I’m sorry for my sins.” 

Silence. 

You felt like you sat in silence for an eternity waiting to hear his voice echo to your side, but you didn’t. Instead, you heard the pace of his breathing. You almost confused it for your own but you held your breath trying to calm your nerves and still it echoed. 

“Father…I. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any-” 

“Y/n. Come to the other side. 

As you rose to your feet, you heard the door on his side of the confessional click open. When you stood in front of the door, it was the first time this evening you found the courage to look him directly in the eye. There was a dastardly hunger swimming in his brown eyes. Like a predator stalking his prey, his aura was intense and left you frozen in front of him awaiting his command. His eyebrow slightly cocked upward and his hand raised, coaxing you towards him. You followed, pausing before you stepped inside his side of the box but he coaxed you forward with his voice so smooth and alluring. With little room, you were left to slot yourself in between his legs. 

Your breath hitched as you looked at him again and he patted his thigh with his hand that was wrapped in a rosary. Clenching around nothing, you made the swift decision to close his legs and straddle them instead of taking his knee. Letting your hands rest on his shoulders you stared him down. Nothing but salacity was radiating between your bodies and quickly you began to feel your desire rise into your face. Searching his eyes for any indication of his feelings you opened your mouth to speak but he occupied the silence before you. 

“I wondered if, you would find the courage to be truthful and I must say I’m struck by your honesty.”

Your heart nearly stopped. 

You fucked this up, bad.

“Father, I-”

“No need for any apologies. I’m glad you were so honest.” 

“You…you are?”

“Lying is a sin, so yes. But it relieves me of my own prurient conscience so that I may indulge in you free of guilt.” 

You weren’t paying attention to the movement of his body due to being so focused on his words, but when his words were punctuated with the rolling of his rosary-clad finger across your cloth-covered center, you were made very aware. Your cunt clenched around nothing and your body lurched forward unintentionally writhing over his hand. Your breath came out in shutters and your eyes, now hooded with lust, gazed into his own in a frenzy. 

His fingers kept gently teasing your bud through your panties and you couldn’t help the compulsion to ride in tandem with his movements. The beads of the rosary gifted you an unknown kind of pleasure that you knew would afflict your mind for the rest of time. It was a feeling that was near indescribable but the pleasure was too good to deny. You rested your head on his forehead, gripping onto his shoulders for some type of leverage. You bit the corner of your lip in an effort to silence yourself, but your ragged breathing was near that of an incensed bull. 

“If you did a better job of controlling yourself yesterday, I may have been fooled by your sheepish nature, but you just couldn’t quell this desire on your own, could you? You went home to seek some satisfaction but you found none, so you came here to plague me instead. Praying that I’d fix this ache within you. Am I right y/n?”

You went to respond but Father Paul’s finger slipped past the barrier of your underwear, leaving you to feel your arousal be spread across your puffy petals. A moan escaped your throat and the way it echoed off the confessional walls into the church made you shrink into his body. A pathetic attempt to hide from your lechery. Father Paul hummed, urging you to speak as he sank two fingers into your honeyed garden. Catching your breath, you found your words. 

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Father~”

You brought your head up to look at him again, too dazed to even feel like this was real. As his fingers continued to roll themselves against your sweet spot, your breath quickened as your mouth stayed ajar looking for the courage somewhere in yourself to slot your lips against his. As he rolled his finger over your swollen bud, your body decided for you. Your lips danced in a sweat and lust-filled hysteria leaving your brain foggy with desire. You rolled your hips into his hand needing more of him and your sounds slowly increased in volume as you felt a bead of the rosary slide across your center. The feeling of the beads slightly grazing your sensitive lips brought you faster to the precipice of elation than you expected and you pathetically whined for your release. 

“I’m, I’m close, Father.” 

You expected him to speed up his ministrations, but instead, he removed his slick-ridden fingers from your garden and brought them up to his lips. As if his hand was dripping in myrrh, he sucked you off of his fingers and paused before he spoke. Ghosting his fingers across his lips, his tongue hesitantly licked the tips of them as he dragged his hand away from his face.

“If you’re going to be brought to rapture by my hand it will be done when all of me is inside of you.” 

Father Paul motioned you to stand up and you staggered out of the confessional with him not far behind. He grabbed your hand and dragged you down the center of the church pews up to the altar. Ripping the white cloth off the altar, Father Paul held his hand out before sitting you down on the altar. He caressed his hands down the curves of your body before toying with the waistband of your skirt. Looking down at you, you saw the fervor swimming in his irises. 

“My sweet lamb, is this alright?”

You nodded and he slotted himself in between your legs feeling his bulge at your center. Depraved and corpulent lust washed over your body and your fingers fumbled with his belt, unfastening it with haste. You looked up at him and his face was closer than you expected, the heat radiating off of your bodies leaving a mist of humidity between you. You palmed him through his jeans and an inviscerated moan crawled out of his throat. The sound urged your body to move faster, the need to have him inside of you becoming near unbearable. 

He kissed you again, insatiable ardor all that you could taste. The feeling trickled down your body leaving goosebumps across your soft skin and a river seeping through the fabric of your panties that slowly painted the apex of your thighs. He tapped your thighs and you took it as a sign to lift your hips. In a swift motion, your skirt and underwear were left in a pool by the altar. Father Paul removed himself from his sweater, throwing it in the pile of sacrilegious cloths that served as a visual reminder of the desacralization that was about to take place. He left his button-up to cling to his chest and he moved his jeans and underwear down to the middle of his thighs, leaving him with his fervid cock on full display. 

You kicked your boots off your feet, the thud echoing a little bit louder than you intended. With your feet now free from their confines, you wrapped your legs around Father Paul’s legs, bringing him as close as possible. Your hand slithered between your bodies and varnished the tip of his cock in your amatory nectar. Your moans harmonized in synchrony and you gazed into his lust-blown eyes seeing nothing but black and you were sure yours were the same. He asked silently one last time for consent and you nodded slightly before he entered you. 

The stretch of his cock was something you felt only one could dream about. It filled you perfectly and you knew you wouldn’t last long. Your head dipped back in zeal, relishing in the feeling that was rushing in waves over your form. When your head tipped back up, your eyes met the enlarged crucifix that hung in the center of the back wall. For a reason unknown to you, locking eyes with Jesus as you desecrated His holy house made a pang of carnal hedonism tangle in your sexual daze. 

Your hands webbed themselves in Father Paul’s hair gripping at his strands and pulling his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder, feeling his breath heat up your skin. You felt his mouth open and drag itself across the side of your neck. A slight chill graced the parts where his spit marked his territory. You felt his breathing get heavier and all of a sudden you felt his cock slip out of you and he picked you up from the altar, turning you around and kicking your feet into a perfect V shape. He bent your body over the altar and slowly pushed himself back into you, the new angle making you cry out in complete perverted passion. 

His thrusts were deep and pointed making sure that you felt every inch of him drag in and out of your seraphic labyrinth. Just when you felt that the feeling couldn't get any more intense, his hand entangled itself into your hair and pulled your body up, flesh against his chest. His thrusts became rougher and you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. 

“Feel good, my dove?” 

You were fucking yourself back onto him, any coherent thought on the brink of leaving you amidst your ardent pleasure. 

“S-so…so good, Father. Shit.”

You were running out of air, your body paying more attention to the dam that was about to burst within you. 

“Better than your hand?”

“Uh-huh”

Your eyes were rolling back in pleasure and were hooded as you looked back at him. He gingerly guided your body back down to the altar and removed his hand from your hair, slowly tracing his hand down your back. Both of his hands grabbed your hips and the feeling had you crying out as his tip kissed your cervix. You felt his body lean over yours as he moved your hair away from your neck. His breath was sticking to your neck before a whisper ghosted over your ear.

“I’m sorry, but trust me right now.” 

He licked from the base of your neck and then you felt him pierce your skin with his teeth. In your licentious stupor, you just moaned out at the contact not fully registering that his teeth were sinking into your flesh or the fact that footsteps were echoing through the church. 

“Father, you weren’t in your rectory so I assumed this would be second best to find you-oh…” 

Bev.

Her grating voice almost brought you out of your daze, but Father Paul resorted to slow, deep thrusts as he kept he kept sucking your neck. When he lifted his face from your neck you felt a warm liquid trickle down your skin and pool towards your collarbone before landing on the altar. You lifted your head, your body weak and wracked with pleasure. You could barely make eye contact with her as your eyes were so hooded but you heard her voice resonate through the building once more. 

“Haresis Dea.”

Your head dropped unable to focus on her and your body rolled back into Father Paul’s, needing more of him as your orgasm was slowly fading back into your body. As you moved against him, his hips slowly began to thrust back into your sloppy cunt as Bev waited for some semblance of an explanation. 

“God has chosen her. He has chosen to consecrate this union, this nocturnal metamorphosis with lascivious intent because she is the last piece. God has willed it this way and has chosen her.” 

Father Paul bent down to lap at your neck again and his hips regained their momentum. You pushed yourself up from the altar and wrapped your arm around the back of his neck lapping at the blood that was dribbling down his chin.

“Very well.” 

And you heard Bev’s footsteps walk out of the church, the main doors closing behind her. Father Paul picked you up again, turning your body back around to face him. There was a certain ferality that wasn’t in his features before that had you clenching around his cock. With the doors shut, you both let your moans reign loose, a salacious cacophony filling the air. Your eyes scaled up the wall again and you came face to face with Jesus as a pool of heated arousal settled in your lower stomach begging to be set free. Your head knocked back in avidity and you didn’t see him slice a small cut in his wrist. 

When his thumb found your enflamed bud, you brought your head forward and he placed his bleeding wrist against your lips. As a wave of sexual delirium washed over you, your mouth hung open and he urged you to suck on his wrist. The metallic taste flooded over your tongue as your orgasm heightened your senses. Father Paul kept fucking you through your high until he reached his own, his cock painting your labyrinth a warm alabaster. He pulled his wrist away from you as you both were trying to calm down your breathing. 

Both of your mouths now covered in a drying garnet hue, you found yourself pressing your lips against his once again, unable to satisfy this ache completely. He chuckled as you both pulled away. 

“Easy, my dove.” 

You nodded, placing your hands flat against his chest. 

“Let’s get you dressed and then walk to the rectory, hmm?” 

Licking your bottom lip and locking it behind your teeth, you nodded as you slowly made the return back to your body.  

© yeonjuns-beanie

[lolita-lollipop]

Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

[20moonchild21]

𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗹𝗱? [𝗸𝗻𝗷]

⇉ 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁

[pairing]

Kim Namjoon x female!reader, Idol!Namjoon x wife!reader

[warnings]

none, just fluff

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[author]

No new chapter of 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 this week. I am so so sorry, but I really couldn’t find the time to write a new chapter. I want to do that properly and not under pressure. I hope you can understand.

My exams will be over next week, and then I definitely will be back with 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 💪🏼😌 Until then, I hope you like to read this cute oneshot. I had it saved on my computer but never uploaded it.

I also got a lot of messages recently that people would love to leave a message more often (not just under my chapters) but are too scared to make mistakes. English is also not my native language, and I am a 100% sure that I also make a lot of mistakes while writing. But believe me, no one cares if you do a grammar mistakes or if miss a letter. It’s so important to always be brave and speak/write a foreign language, even if that means to make mistakes. That’s the only way to improve your skills. Your message will always be heard as long as you are brave enough and express yourself 💜 it’s no shame to do mistakes.

Enjoy reading and stay healthy

Mꨄ

You watched as your husband, Namjoon, carefully slide his big hand over your baby bump, lifting his hand from time to time to push his half round glasses up the bridge of his nose , and resting them back onto you tummy. In his other hand, he was holding one of his favourite books, flickering the pages, while you were just checking your phone for new baby clothes.

You had never believed your friends how crazy you could get over some small baby clothes until you had become pregnant the first time. It was just so breath-taking to hold those tiny, little pieces of clothing in you much bigger hand, knowing that soon there would be a tiny human wearing them. But as excited as you were for your third baby to arrive, you also knew that from that moment your life would become even more stressful.

Just like the end of that stressful week that finally had ended for the both of you. Being pregnant with your third child sometimes made it hard for your body to give it’s full energy all day long, leaving you often exhausted and powerless. Especially, when there also were two other small toddlers running around the house and making a mess out of it.

You loved your both daughters endlessly. From the first moment you had held their tiny bodies in your arms, you had been falling in love every day again. But despite all aspects you loved about you two children, you sometimes wished that they would not have their father’s energy and urge to move. They could run around the apartment for hours, they could play hide and seek round after round after round, and they definitely could never get tired of braiding your hair or painting your nails all day long.

You couldn’t even blame them. After all, they were you a couple of years old. They were just trying to learn about the world around them, not understanding that your body was occupied with growing another living being.

In such moments, you were just more than relieved that you had your wonderful husband Namjoon by your side. Even though with his sometimes hectical idol life, he had always managed and made sure to support your whenever he could. He would go shopping for you when your feet had felt swollen and heavy, he would play with your two daughters in the living room when you had felt tired and exhausted, or he would just do simple things like giving you a nice message with his big hands whenever your back had hurt.

Totally absorbed in the thoughts about your husband, you didn’t noticed that you had been staring at him from the side all the time.

“See something you like, pretty girl.” He asked in his deep voice, before turning his head to look at you. His right hand never left your baby bump.

“Yes, that lamp over there at the drawer looks pretty nice.” You mumbled, leaning your elbow on the armrest of the sofa and placing your head on your hand, looking lovely at the boy in front of you.

Namjoon turned his head to look at the lamp behind him, before he looked back at you and began to chuckle slightly. Seeing his beautiful dimples and cute cringles left you no other choice but joining in into his laughers.

Most people said that those small moments with each other would get lost once you are married and once you have children, but your relationship had never been affected by that. You had always found way to take time for just the two of you, even if it only had been a meal you both created together.

“By the way, I have to tell you something.” He suddenly closed his book and looked excitingly in your way. “Do you remember that set of plates we found a few weeks ago, but they were already sold out when we wanted to order them? I stumbled over them again this morning, and they were available again. I hope you still want them, because I ordered them as soon as I saw that advertisement.”

You gasped in surprise. When the two of you had found out that you would expect another child, you had decided to finally muck out all that old stuff that you had kept from years ago. The kitchen was your current task to finish. You had found that new set of plates a few weeks ago and immediately, you had fallen in love with it, as well as Namjoon.

“Are you for sure?” You smiled at him, lifting your hands to give your husband a strong high five. “That’s freaking amazing. You are the best, yeobo (honey).”

Namjoon laughed again when you used the softened form of your expletive that you would also you use in front of your daughters. He carefully put his hand back on your swollen bump, leaning over to give you a kiss on the forehead, before turning his attention back towards his book.

The room fell in a comfortable silence again, as you laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. It made you proud that your husband was so ambitious and caring about making yourselves a real home. Most people would believe that with his job, he would be more than occupied with himself rather than with your family but luckily, it was quite the opposite.

“Aein.” The sudden movement of your husband made you lift your head from his shoulder, watching as his closed his book, before he looked down at you with a somehow shocked expression. “Did we – did we just get excited about a set of – plates?”

Confused, you kept looking on your husband with wide eyes, trying to bring his words and actions together, until it finally hit you.

“Oh my god. Yes we did.” You whispered in shock, sitting up straight. “We just got excited about a set of plates. What did just happen.”

With your hand still placed on his chest, you both kept looking at each other. Namjoon and you had been together for more that 5 years now, but you had known each other for countless years before. You had been through high school together, and you had definitely been through some adventures and crazy times together.

Those teenager-times had gone by and the both of you had come together. You both had built up a strong relationship, even though you both had to manage your careers meanwhile. But that never meant that you had become boring in some way. Sneaking out at the dorms at night or wild make-out scenarios during his dance breaks had only been two examples of how you had developed together.

Even more year had went by and suddenly, you had become pregnant, bringing both, Namjoon and you, over the moon. That had been the moment you had finally grown up fully together, which was exactly the situation you found yourselves in right now, getting excited over a set of plates.

Meanwhile, Namjoon had broken away from his shock stare. He carefully took your hand away from his chest and brought it up towards his mouth, placing a big kiss on the soft skin.

“Oh my love.” He mumbled, lifting his gaze to meat yours. “I think we are getting old, hm?”

Even though such a realisation was hard to do, it somehow felt right to start that mew chapter in your lives together. Even though if that meant to be excited about a bunch of plates.

“It seems so.” You whispered back, leaning forward until your forehead were touching. “Next time we will get excited is about our new dentures.”

Namjoon chuckled slightly, before bending down to kiss your lips.

“As long as you are by my side when I get those dentures, I will always be excited about it.”

[gigglinggoblin]

Getting a Little Familiar

Image used with permission from the amazingly talented Deepdiscourse, whose breathtaking hypnotic audio files and gorgeous photos (and video clips) are equally worth your attention and money! Go check out their work!

[pov: any, nsfw, 2nd person, reverse corruption, (initially) evil POV, hypnosis, magical mind control, mutual nonconsent (heavy), dolly, gender-neutral forcefem, pet play, breast fixation, kitten play, dressup, witch, femdom, praise, syrup mention, intelligence reduction]

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Oh, you poor, hopeless little thing. This didn’t go quite how you’d planned, did it?

Don’t feel bad. It was a really very lovely plan to try and hypnotize me! And really, even if it’s not working out quite as you’d hoped, I think you’ll be much happier this way, don’t you?

Aww. Look at you. Trying to put words together when all you really wanna do is stare at my lovely breasts like a helpless, needy little toy.

So cute.

So helpless.

And so adorable, thinking you’ll be able to put any words together at all that aren’t “yes, Mistress” and “yes, please, Mistress” when I’m through with you. Maybe some soft mewing. Mm, yes, that sounds just lovely, doesn’t it, sweetie?

I can already see all those silly thoughts glimmering in your eyes, rising to the forefront, rising to the top of the waves like soft, pretty pink jellyfish. All those plans for posing as a sweet, obedient little apprentice, pretending to be all silly and dumb and pliant, all eager to please while you worked your little schemes.

Now, now! No need to speak, kitten. Those pretty lips of yours look so much cuter half-parted like that, breathing in nice and slow. Nice and slow. Matching my breathing. In and out. In… and out.

Watch... my breasts… rise… and fall~

Good pet!

And doesn’t that feel nice? That’s right. Just keep watching my tits and listening to my words. They look so soft, don’t they? So smooth. So easy to get lost in.

And it feels so good to listen to Mistress and let her words fill your pretty empty head, trickling in heavier and heavier by the second, like sweet syrup, just... drowning all those thoughts in pleasure.

Isn’t that right? Hush-hush, kitten. Of course it is.

Good pets love to listen to Mistress. Mistress has such a pretty voice, doesn’t she? So nice to listen to and sink down-down-down-down-down, so deep, all those thoughts tugging you deeper, and deeper, and deeper, so heavy and cumbersome, getting heavier with every deeeep breath you take in, and out, and in, and out, and...

*giggle* That’s right! You’re doing so well! Goodness, you’re so adorably suggestible. So pliable. I’ve barely had to work any magic; I just suggested you’d like to look at my tits and let my sweet voice do the rest... and down-down-down you went. I just told you to listen like a good pet, and you nodded along with every single word…

… and happily allowed aaaaall that sweet, slow, heavy syrup to flow into your silly open mind.

Isn’t that right, pet?

Aw, hush, kitten. Of course it is~

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“Salamander folk” are a curiosity largely unique to witchcraft, homunculi created when a willing (or “willing enough”) mortal entices a witch into transmuting their being into something else. In this way, a witch can make a human something like a fey, and can change just about anything else she likes about the human in the process. Many witches favor catfolk and other beast-like features, but the witches have many options. Many, many options.

They just... they just really like catgirls, okay?

And in fairness, so do a lot of the girls who go to witches seeking transmutation. The transformation does not change gender, obviously, but it can be used to change certain physical aspects to be more within a person’s preferences, or, say, to make a cisgender boy look more feminine for the witch’s amusement.

(When a demon does this to a mortal, they are usually called cambions—true cambions, not the mock cambions arising from demon-mortal partnerings. It’s a much more... consuming process.)

Why are they called “salamander folk”? Not all labels make perfect sense. In this case, a “salamander” is old-fashioned magic slang for a partially-finished spell, implying a malleable sort of magic that has yet to be fully shaped. It’s almost never used in that sense anymore, though. It might be distantly related to the famous total immunity newts have to magic.

Many mortals deliberately seek witches out for this reason, desiring some manner of change to their form beyond mortal means, or else to become apprentices. Or, often, both. Many witches charge apprenticeship for a certain number of years in exchange, which isn’t always as mercenary as it seems. Apprenticeship allows a witch to guide and protect the salamander person through their transition, as well as to make sure that the transformation really is what they want. It can also make the transformation itself easier to effect—it’s not easy to change someone’s true form, and it often takes time and a mutual familiarity.

Notably, the reverse dynamic is quite common as well: Many would-be apprentices are expected to allow the witch to transmute them into different forms as a condition of being taught. This is ostensibly because the process of being transmuted involves tying spirits to the subject’s soul, and tends to make their overall form and connection with magic very malleable and easy to work with. These kinds of apprentices are called familiars.

Of course, some witches just want cute catboys and ravenpeople and dollygirls to toy with as they please.

Katrina of the Thousand Names is a particularly skilled witch, known less so for her raw power so much as her cunning, vast arrays of knowledge, and general good-naturedness. She knows hundreds and hundreds of spirits well, and is one of the most famously easy-going when it comes to transformations. If you know what you want, she’ll see it done for as small a price as cooking her meals for a few nights while she works the spell.

Of course, many seek to be her apprentices even if they aren’t looking for transformation, and she’s quite reasonable about this—as long as the apprentice acts in good faith. Many seek to steal her repository of powers to use for wickedness, even trying to hypnotize the witch into yielding them. These ill-behaved apprentices tend to find themselves serving a very different role indeed.

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My, my. Such an adorable, hopelessly malleable plaything you turned out to be!

I think this is all for the best, don’t you? You’re much better at being my pliant little doll than you ever were at being my apprentice. You’ll be so much cuter as my obedient, mewling, empty-headed kitten. And so much happier, too!

Oh, come now, kitten, none of that fussing. Kittens don’t need words, and neither do helplessly adoring little dolls. Doesn’t it feel so good to be nice and sweet and good for me?

No more schemes. No more plotting to steal all my secrets. Those all required thinking, and thinking is hard, and listening like a good pet is easy.

So... so... sooooo easy~

And listening feels so, so lovely, doesn’t it? Just letting my words take over. Breathing in and out so steadily, so hopelessly enthralled by the soft, gentle motion of my soft breasts rising… and falling...

All those plans required so many confusing thoughts, all swirling around in that silly head of yours. But all those wicked thoughts are being drowned in the sweet, wonderful syrup of my words now, aren’t they?

Can’t you just feel all that syrup flooding your mind, submerging every thought in a heavy, heavy sugary brainless docile trance?

All those thoughts about betraying me? All submerged, and so, so hard to pull up to the surface now, so deep, deep down as my breasts bounce slowly, softly, so, so softly...

All those thoughts about using my powers to make trouble? All drowned in warm, gentle waves of delicious syrup, caught like butterflies in amber, deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper as my voice goes on, and on, filling you with sweet, sugary obedient pleasure the longer it goes on, getting so, so hard to even remember anything else...

And oh... doesn’t it feel so much better to be sweet, kitten?

So much easier to be sweet.

So much easier to be a nice, happy, obedient bubbly helpful kitten for me.

And it feels so good to please me, doesn’t it, sweet thing?

So good to nod passively. So good to take my hand, so deeply hypnotized now, so deep-deep-deep under the honeyed waves and not even trying to resist anymore. So happy and dumb and heavy-headed now, just staring at my tits like a mewling, helpless kitten.

Aww, look at you squirming. So cute! Such a sweet little plaything I’ve found. Would you like to be a good pet for me?

Good pet!

Such a good, happy, obedient, needy, sweet little pliant kitten.

Aww, and don’t worry, sweetie.

I know how excited you were to use all my magic, to dress yourself up in my glamors, to bewitch and ensnare whoever gazed upon you. Of course I’ll be happy to let you! Oh, hush-hush, I insist!

Let me lead you into the dressing room, now, pet. There’s a good plaything.

I’m going to dress you up to look so pretty. I’m going to make you so gorgeous and adorable and eager to please. You’ll just be my cute, obedient, sweet dolled-up kitten. Just a happy little maid for me, isn’t that right? Hopelessly eager to help anyone who comes by. Helping others is going to feel so good for my good, obedient kitty.

I promise you’ll be every bit as spellbinding as you planned, sweetie. A pretty spellbound doll for everyone’s amusement. Everyone’s going to love you, and that’s going to feel soooo good.

Let’s go get you all dressed up and pretty, sweetie. There’s a good pet.

And maybe, once you’ve learned your lesson in a year or so…

… I’ll let you decide whether or not you want to stay that way forever~

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A Boy and His Cat

Day 1 for @adrienaugust: Bad Luck

In which Adrien finds a kitten, his charm gets stolen, and the universe is a meanie.

Oh, and Plagg is ... Plagg.

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Running away from school is becoming an unhealthy obsession of his.

Of course, Adrien waited until school let out for the morning to run away. He just didn’t want to have to drive all the way back to the Manor, eat in an empty dining hall, and then come back. It was a waste of petrol. Bad for the environment - and for his soul.

So he ran away from school, his beloved bodyguard chasing him half-heartedly for a while before waving goodbye and giving him a lecture on general safety.

After leaving school, he usually met up with Nino and the others, but today they were doing a group project he wasn’t part of. Which left him to wander the streets like a stray cat.

Speaking of -

A quiet mewl caught his attention. Adrien paused, ears perking up.

Definitely a cat, somewhere in the alley. Adrien loved cats, and had no sense of self-preservation, so he didn’t hesitate to check it out.

“Oh look Plagg, it’s you,” Adrien said dryly as his eyes caught on a little orange kitten, curled up against the wall.

“I’m way more personable,” Plagg protested.

Adrien gave him a look. Plagg huffed, crossing his arms and turning away.

The little cat mewed softly again, making Adrien soften immediately.

“Hey there little guy,” he cooed, “What’s your name?”

No collar or nametag. Maybe it really was a stray? Should he take it to the shelter? Or to a classmate? Subconsciously, Adrien reached out, slow enough to let the kitten come to him. Eventually, it did.

Adrien picked it up, delighted, “Aren’t you a cutie? Maybe I should keep you! I’ll name you - “

That’s when it noticed Plagg.

It’s ears flattened, pupils narrowing as it let out a hiss. Adrien yelped as it’s claws dug into the flesh of his hands, and he toppled backwards, something falling out of his pocket.

He barely had time to orientate himself when he realised what had fallen out.

His lucky charm, the one he’d gotten from Marinette.

His lucky charm, that kept all his bad luck away.

His lucky charm, which was being carried away in the cat’s mouth .

Adrien tried to give chase, but he slipped on wet cement, scratching his already injured hands in the process. When he looked up, the cat was gone, the lucky charm with it.

“This is all your fault Plagg.”

“I blame your bleeding heart.”

---

Adrien wasn’t superstitious by any means.

But he was. Right now. Without his favourite charm.

Adrien sniffled in his arms as he lay his head on them against the table. Nino slid into the seat beside him.

“You okay, bro?”

Adrien groaned.

“Aw, that sucks dude.”

Adrien whined.

“It’ll be okay.”

Alya looked between them, “You understood any of that?”

Nino shook his head solemnly, “Not a word, but a bros gotta do what a bros gotta do.”

Adrien un-buried his head for long enough to look up, “Thanks man.”

Alya shook her head, “Boys are strange,” and then turned to Marinette, who was stammering so hard she hadn’t gotten a single coherent word out. Alya nodded sympathetically, “I know exactly what you mean, girl.”

The sight of Marinette made Adrien’s gut churn with guilt. He decided right then and there to never let her know he lost the precious gift she had given him.

“Adrien,” Ms Bustier said, drawing his attention, “Did you turn in your homework?”

“I’m sure that I did.”

“I thought so too, but I couldn’t find it.”

Adrien buried his head back in his arms.

So it began.

---

“This is sad.” Plagg said.

Adrien had taken shelter from the universe in the bathroom. So far, he had tripped countless times (once into Rose’s art project, which he still wanted to apologise for), said something embarrassing at least thrice and ended up drenched in honey-and-feather twice.

Twice didn’t seem like a lot, but it was strange that it had happened at all.

He was currently removing the last of his feathers under Plagg’s scrutiny.

“How do you even become chicken-man?” Plagg asked, “I looked away for two seconds.”

“I need my lucky charm back,” Adrien said in lieu of a response.

“Maybe Chat Noir will have better luck.”

---

“Maybe Chat Noir will have better luck,” Chat Noir mocked, “Stupid Plagg. You can’t let the universe know your plans!”

Plagg grumbled somewhere in the back of Adrien’s mind, which he dutifully ignored. He continued his fruitless search, the sky darkening with angry clouds that reflected his mood well.

“I feel ridiculous,” he mumbled as he waved to passing fans who were cooing at him.

“That’s how the cat felt,” Plagg responded in his mind.

Adrien pouted. The cat was so cute, he couldn’t stop himself from cooing.

He sighed, ducking under a ladder that was wobbling dangerously. He steadied it, getting a thanks from the guy at the top in return, who was holding a brush with dripping white, a tub of paint balanced precariously on the edge of a ledge.

“I think I’ll have better luck as - as - “ dammit, he couldn’t let the universe know, “Whatever. Let’s just detransform some- “

That was when Chat Noir got drenched in white paint.

Which was what he got for walking under a ladder.

“I am so sorry, Chat Noir,” the guy on top of the ladder said, “Uh, it’s a nice look on you?”

Chat wiped paint from his eyes and promised the universe vengeance.

(Somewhere, Marinette shivered at the remembrance of Chat Blanc.)

---

“Here kitty kitty.”

“You know cats don’t understand English - “

“HERE KITTY KITTY!”

Plagg pouted, “Don’t ignore me Adrien.”

“I will ignore you all I like until you stop sitting around and actually help me.”

“I’m but a poor kwami,” Plagg yawned, “Do it yourself.”

Adrien huffed, poking his head into another alley, “I don’t even know where to start .”

“Maybe with an umbrella?”

“What - “

Now, Adrien was a Good Boy™. He hugged all his friends, kissed his plushies goodnight and tried to be Very Nice.

But he really, really wanted to break something when the first rain droplet hit his nose.

The ensuing downpour had him seeking shelter in yet another alley way. He was shivering from the cold, miserably getting ready to call it a day when Plagg drifted past him lazily.

“Oh hey, what’s that?”

Adrien whipped around, nearly tripping in the process.

“It’s -”

“A her.”

“It’s her!” Adrien hopped forward happily, ignoring the orange cat’s hiss. He picked her up.

“Aren’t you a cutie?” Adrien cooed, rubbing his cheek against hers, “Why’d you run away? Did big bad Plagg scare you? I can give you all of Plagg’s cheese - “

“EXCUSE ME?”

“And you can live with me forever and ever - “

Plagg groaned, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Adrien reluctantly pulled himself out of showering the cutie with affection, “What?”

“What you came here looking for?”

Plagg pointed towards the little box that the cat had been hiding in. Adrien adjusted the kitten so that the claws were safely pointed away from him and peered into the carton.

Little trinkets decorated the box, from blankets to little toys. Adrien reached out, grabbing his lucky charm and gently sorting through the rest.

“What a little thief,” Plagg said snootily, “You should leave it to its thieving ways.”

Adrien gasped, “How could you say that!” he cuddled the cat closer, “She just wanted a home.”

Plagg narrowed his eyes, “I hate her.”

“You’re just jealous. Isn’t Plagg a meanie?” Adrien crooned, “Yes he is, yes he is .”

Plagg glared at the cat, “I hate you.”

The cat hissed back.

---

Chat Noir dropped by the shelter, happy to let the cat scratch away violently at his indestructible suit. He was sad to see her go, but knew he couldn’t keep her.

“Does she have a name?” the girl at the counter asked.

“Uh …” Adrien thought about it, “Lucky.”

“We have at least ten cats with that name.”

Plagg snickered. Adrien sighed.

“Charm.”

The girl shrugged, clearly very over that fact that one of Paris’ heroes was here. Adrien gently handed Charm over, and got a wonderful scratch in return.

“I think she likes me,” Adrien purred.

The girl gave him a look that was eerily reminiscent of a kwami he knew.

Once they were outside, Adrien found a place to be alone to detransform. Plagg sighed dramatically, stretching.

“Glad that’s over. I’m hungry.”

“Hey, Plagg,” Adrien said contemplatively, “How did we just happen to come across that cat after so long searching?”

Plagg settled into his hair sleepily, “You forget I’m a god, kit.”

Adrien paused at the implication.

Then shrugged.

“Want to get cheesecake on the way back?”

“Bribery,” Plagg nodded in approval, “The universe doesn’t stand a chance.”

Lucky charm tucked safely into his pocket, Adrien found himself agreeing.

---

Author's Note: Decided to start with a super chill fic because I write too much angst for this boy

[little-writings]

can i request a fanfic where mc is a veterinarian with her own clinic and the reason she meets jumin is because of elizabeth needing a checkup!

Oh my goodness absolutely! This was actually so fun to write! 

Anyhow, I hope you have an amazing day and enjoy!

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“How long has it been since Elizabeth 3rd has been to the vet?” V asked, grinning fondly as the snowy-white cat pressed against his legs, a purr beginning to rumble in her throat.  

“She doesn’t need to see a vet. She’s in perfect health.” Jumin remarked, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves absentmindedly. “I have a chef prepare her a perfectly figured diet, one of the most  accalimed groomers brush her coat once a week, and-”  

“They’re supposed to get examined yearly.”  

“Who are?”  

V scoffed. “Cats, dogs, and any other animal you could call a pet.”  

“I’ll see about having a house veterinarian come by.”  

“Well, I’ve actually been hearing quite a bit about a certain veterinarian. I think you’d like them.”  

“Are they on call?”  

“No, they have a well-established practice downtown.”  

“Then I’m not interested.” Jumin stated matter-of-factly. “Taking Elizabeth 3rd outside presents too many risks. She could get hurt, lost or both – or even worse. I would never forgive myself if that were to happen.”  

V’s brows furrowed behind his tinted frames. “They’re apparently one of the best in the country. I hear there’s not a pet they don’t get along with.”  

“I would hope so, being a professional. That doesn’t change the fact that it’s an on-site practice. Any potential danger to Elizabeth 3rd isn’t worth it.”  

“Do you really think I’d recommend something that could hurt Elizabeth 3rd?”  

Jumin jerked his head to V and found himself stumbling over his words, cornered by his own stubborn mind. “What? No, I ah – no of course not.”  

The ends of V’s lips curled up and he knelt down to scratch Elizabeth behind the ears, her quiet purring volume erupting to that of a lawnmower.  

“Then give them a try.”  

Jumin wrinkled his nose. “Why are you so adamant?”  

“Because,” V simpered. “I think you’d like them.”  

Jumin didn’t have to ask the next question for V to know what he was wondering.  

“They’re professional and very devoted to their work,” He rose to his feet and rummaged through his jacket, snagging a crisp, clean card from his pocket. He gave it to Jumin who eyed it curiously.  

“In fact, they remind me of you.”  

Jumin paused. Pawprints bordered the card alongside hearts and a phone number he supposed he had no choice but to call at this point. He hardly saw V enough these days, the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint him.  

“I’ll… I’ll think about it.”  

And so, later that evening, he found himself calling.  

“Loving Paws Animal Hospital, how can I help you?” The voice on the other line was sickeningly sweet and welcoming, as though dipped in honey and soaked in sugar.  

Jumin paused and bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing his pride. ”Yes, I’d like to speak to your lead veterinarian?”  

“MC? They’re currently with a client at the moment, but I’d be more than happy to transfer you to their voicemail. Have we seen the pet before?”  

“No. No one has.”  

The secretary must’ve been left at a loss at the stern tone and proclamation, but she did her best regardless against the statue that was Jumin Han.

“So, it’s a new pet?”  

“No.”

“Then… you’re a new client?”  

“Yes. Potentially.”  

Jumin heard an attempt at a stifled snicker and the hospital gained a mental strike in his mind.  

“Okay well, I’ll just go ahead and transfer you to MC’s voicemail. You have a wonderful day, sir!”

That sugary sweetness returned once more, perhaps even more high-pitched than it had been. There was a pause on the other line before your voicemail began. Your voice, in comparison, was light, airy. Jumin could only think of a pleasant song when listening to it – something he found himself falling into.

“Hi this is MC, I can’t get to the phone right now but if you’ll leave a message I’ll do my best to get back to you as soon as I can!”

Despite all the preparedness Jumin thought he might’ve had, he still managed to stumble the second that alerting sound went off.

“I-I ah yes – my name is Jumin Han, and I was considering setting up an appointment for my cat, Elizbeth 3rd. It’s just for an annual exam, though I don’t even think she really needs it she’s in pristine-”

Jumin realized he was rambling and cleared his throat sheepishly.

“Anyways, I was hoping I could ask you some questions before making a final decision. If you would call me back, it’d be appreciated. Thank you.”

Jumin let out a deep sigh and relented to the horrible process of waiting.

You returned the phone call in the evening when the warm oranges, purples, and slightest hues of a deep, murky blue were settling in and spreading overhead. Jumin answered in an instant.

“Hi! Is this Mr. Han?” Your voice was even softer beyond a recorded message. You sounded sweet, but just the tiniest bit tired.

“Yes. MC, isn’t it? I’ve heard many things about you.”

You chuckled. “Good things I hope.”

A smile tugged at Jumin’s face. “Good things only. It has set my expectations high.”

“Well, I’d be delighted to meet those expectations, Mr. Han. Now, what can I do for your Elizabeth 3rd?”

“Technically speaking, there is nothing that’s necessary. Elizabeth 3rd is perfectly taken care of. I simply can’t imagine any problems arising for such a creature.”

“And what kind of perfect creature is she?”

“She is a Persian.”

You thought for a moment, and Jumin could hear a pen tapping against a desk. “Persian cats can have some complications, even if they’re in otherwise perfect living conditions. Unfortunately, it just comes with the breed.”

A sudden twisting of knots appeared in Jumin’s stomach. He tensed. “Such as…?”

“Well, you know their cute little smushed faces? Like pugs their nasal passages are shorter and more susceptible to their environments.”

Jumin opened his mouth to speak, but you continued on like a textbook’s worth of knowledge had just been released.

“And Persians specifically are prone to polycystic kidney disease, and you have to watch out for that because if ignored when they reach eight or nine years old they could suddenly collapse and die-”

You stopped yourself. You might’ve not needed to jump to that immediate conclusion.

“But I uh – it is also perfectly possible that Elizabeth 3rd is in a completely healthy state!”

Jumin was now staring wide-eyed at Elizabeth 3rd who sat uncaringly in the center of the living room. She was grooming herself and only her tail was lightly swaying from side to side across the carpet. She appeared almost serene.

‘They could suddenly collapse and die.”

A pit crumpled in Jumin’s insides.

“When’s the soonest I can come in?”

You laughed nervously. There was a clicking of a computer mouse and a brief moment of silence where you glanced through the schedule. “I can squeeze you in tomorrow afternoon?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Mr. Han… are you okay?”

Jumin looked once more at Elizabeth 3rd who now raised her head to meet him. She closed and opened her eyes slowly, mewing.

“I will be when I know Elizabeth 3rd is okay.”

You sighed. “It sounds like Elizabeth 3rd has a very devoted pet parent. She is lucky to have you Mr. Han.”

“I am lucky to have her.”

The call ended soon after with you meekly attempting to assuage his fears, and Jumin beginning to pace about Elizabeth like any cause for concern he’d already miss would simply leap out for a dramatic entrance.

Jumin could now hardly wait for the appointment he considered pointless just hours ago.

V may or may not have received multiple texts of concerns throughout the night. The internet truly did not help the situation.

‘I read online that Persians with blue eyes can have something called Congenital ankyloblepharon. While the website says it’s not deadly, another said it’s linked to a fatal disease.’

‘Because of Elizabeth’s small nasal passage, a website is now telling me Elizabeth will more than likely develop a heart condition. Elizabeth 3rd does not deserve this.’

V had begged him to just wait until tomorrow and Jumin reluctantly agreed.

When the appointment finally arrived, Jumin had made sure Elizabeth would only travel in the best his wealth could provide. However, diamond-encrusted cat carriers apparently took a great deal of time to create, so a polyester and mesh carrier would have to do – lined with sherpa, of course, and filled with her favorite toys.

While Jumin had been anxious and fidgety the entire drive, Elizabeth 3rd was curious, excited even. When Elizabeth was pawing at the mesh lining to peek closer at the car window Jumin was tugging at his sleeves and holding his breath. Even Driver Kim took notice, though his support did little to ease his worries.

He only felt a little ease when he finally arrived at the clinic. The secretary had been stunned at the famous heir’s arrival, but quickly recognized his voice. Her surprise then shifted to amusement, a sly smile stretched across her face.

“Hello Mr. Han! How’re you doing today?”

Jumin furrowed his brow, glancing away. “I am… anticipating my meeting with MC.”

“Stressed for the little lady?” The secretary pointed with her pen to Elizabeth 3rd, now rolled over on her back and playing with one of her toys. This was easily one of her favorite days already.

“Very much so.” Jumin answered.

“We’ll be sure to get you in quick then.”

Jumin nodded hurriedly, and sat down. When his name was called he nearly tripped from how quickly he shot up. It was a… difficult day for maintaining composure.

He ran his fingers through his hair, took a deep breath, and then proceeded on through the hall where you waited in the consulting room.

He hadn’t quite known what he’d expected when he saw you, but he still found himself without words, if only for a second. Your face was kind, far more than the ones he’d known throughout his life with eyes that offered a sense of comfort to soften the stress so clearly brimming at the surface.

“Hi Mr. Han.” You set a ginger hand on Jumin’s shoulder, offering a warm smile. “I heard you’re feeling a little concerned for Elizabeth 3rd?”

“That is an understatement.”

You folded your lips in thought, drawing your hand away only to lightly clap, determined. “Well I’ve never met an animal I can’t help, and I don’t intend to stop now.”

A bit of the weight dropped from Jumin’s chest. You tapped against the examination table – a heavy counter in the center of the room with a smooth, thick surface.

The room itself was decorated with pictures of animals surrounded by varying degrees of puns. The one the most caught Jumin’s eye was a photo of a cat, tail tucked just over its paws and a sweet expression beneath the words, ‘you’re purrfect.’

He wondered if you chose that one personally. He hoped so.

Jumin unzipped the carrier atop the counter for Elizabeth 3rd to poke out. She only hesitated for a moment before stepping out to greet your hand, fingers outstretched for her to curiously sniff. You beamed at the very sight of her, leaning down as she dipped her head against your hand, eager to be pet.

“Hello, Ms. Elizabeth! Aren’t you beautiful?” You scratched her cheek and her purring began, akin to a lawnmower. “She’s so sweet!”

Jumin watched as you examined her, flashing a light in her eyes and ears, squeezing her tummy for any masses, and flexing her legs for achy joints. Her temperature was normal, not even a rapid heart rate.

“Now I don’t want to stress her out on her first visit but I recommend we do an ultrasound,” You had remarked, rubbing her belly in one of the rare opportunities that a cat not only tolerated such an action but enjoyed it. Elizabeth 3rd was a rare creature indeed. “It’s just to make sure she doesn’t have anything bad developing in her kidneys.” 

“Do you expect there to be anything?” 

Elizabeth pawed playfully at your fingers, pulling them close to rub her cheeks against them when you relented. You had to draw your gaze back to Jumin to keep yourself from becoming distracted. It was rare to see Elizabeth 3rd warming up to someone so quickly. “Do I?” 

You paused, and then laughed. “Of course you’re asking me, I’m sorry! I don’t know what got into me – she’s just such a cutie! But ah – no I don’t. Elizabeth 3rd is as close to perfect as it gets. You weren’t kidding when you said how well she’s taken care of.” 

“She means the world to me.” Jumin hummed, Elizabeth tipping her head to see him and meowing. She almost appeared to smile when he scratched just beneath her chin. 

“May I ask how you found her?” 

Jumin hesitated, remembering the golden hair and slender hands that once held Elizabeth. It brought a pang. 

“She was a gift from someone dear.” 

You could see Jumin’s sadness so easily. You could only make your best effort to soften the hurt. “They must’ve known you two would be perfect for each other.” 

Jumin lifted his head to look up at you, and you smiled. It was gentle, and at that moment, brighter than the very sun. You wore your heart on your sleeve, and it was beautiful. He grinned, if only gently. “Thank you.” 

“Just being honest.” 

The ultrasound was an experience. Jumin thought you had to be lying or attempting a cruel joke when you brought the clippers. There was simply no way you truly could want to ruin Elizabeth’s coat! 

You had promised only the ‘teeny-tiniest’ area would be shaved, but you also promised it’d be cute. Jumin couldn’t completely disagree. 

You had him hold her still during the ordeal, his hands folded over her front legs and keeping her close as you carefully ran the clippers over her stomach. Elizabeth simply rubbed her head against Jumin’s suit. 

“See! Look at that little pink tummy!” You pointed to the now thin white hairs where just between the faintest hints of skin could be spotted. You encouraged Jumin to run his hand over and it was… oddly soft if admittedly strange. 

“There’s no way you don’t think that’s adorable.” You exclaimed. 

“It’s not not adorable. 

That made you laugh. 

The procedure itself was quick and easy. The probe found no problems within Elizabeth’s kidneys and the only issue that arose was Elizabeth 3rd squeaking in surprise at the cold gel spread over her stomach. 

“I’m sorry sweetie, I’ll get this chilly stuff off you quick, okay?” 

You made plenty of little comments like those to Elizabeth 3rd. While many others would hardly regard something as minuscule you took every effort to make Elizabeth 3rd comfortable. Jumin noticed each and every time. You were doting. 

Just as you said, you wiped her clean, only peppering her in pets all over her belly and sides as she could rollover. 

“She is the picture of health, Mr. Han. The only thing I’d recommend is we make these ultrasounds yearly to keep an eye on her – and so I can see her again.” 

Jumin chuckled. “I take it she’s swept you off your feet?” 

“Like she’s my prince charming.” You snickered. “I’m a sucker for pretty kitties.” 

“I’m glad someone else can appreciate Elizabeth 3rd for her perfection.” 

You nodded. “I also appreciate the owner that’s given her the chance to flourish so much.” 

There was a different type of pang in his chest and the tiniest bit of red flickered upon Jumin’s cheeks. Either you didn’t notice, or you didn’t say anything. 

But you smiled. 

“I ah – I might need to bring her in again sooner than her next yearly. I’ve been researching and read of other conditions in her breed that I’d like to look into.” 

You caught on quick. “Right, and we wouldn’t want to overwhelm Elizabeth 3rd with so much on her first visit! It might be best to stretch these concerns over multiple appointments just so we can do the best job possible for her.” 

“And you can teach me what to look out for and how to find them.” Jumin settled Elizabeth 3rd back in her carrier, pawing at you through the mesh, pink pads just barely peeking through. 

“Of course! And you are more than welcome to call! In fact…” 

You tore off a piece of paper from your notes, scribbling quickly before giving it to him. “Here is my personal phone number, for any questions you may have.” 

Jumin smirked and tucked it away in his pocket. “I expect I could find quite a few until our next appointment.” 

You clicked your pen, simpering. “I’ll be patiently waiting, Mr. Han.” 

“Jumin is fine.” He stretched out his hand, palm open. “In fact, allow me to properly introduce myself – we weren’t given the proper chance. I’m Jumin Han. It is a pleasure to meet you.” 

Warmth reached your cheeks, but you didn’t object, returning the gesture with a firm grip. “MC. The pleasure is all mine. I really do look forward to seeing you again, Jumin.” 

It was rare Jumin could say the same, but for once he did, he truly, truly did. 

“As do I.” 

[the-dream-team]

Alternatively could you write one based on the scene where the woman is hiding behind the counter and that amazing hero of a woman takes one look at the scary dude following her and says something like “honey you stay as long as you need” because the world needs more examples of women like that

This scene is one of my all-time favorites from the movie, so thank you for suggesting it! Here’s a little Snape-hate for your Thursday <3 

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Lily knew better than to get her hopes up when it came to Petunia. She’d learned through the years that trying to get back in her sister’s good graces was far beyond a lost cause, but when she’d spotted the little grey kitten with crystal blue eyes playing in the Cokeworth Pet Shop’s front window, she really thought she’d found the perfect birthday present. Lily and Petunia used to love chasing the neighbourhood strays around when they were children. Surely, Tuney still liked cats. 

Apparently, Lily was quite mistaken. 

On the morning of the twelfth of July, 1976,  when Lily presented Petunia with the mewing gift, she was met by a scowl and crinkled nose.

“Vernon’s dog-sitting for his sister at the moment,” Petunia said as she handed Lily back the kitten, “so this thing will have to be out of sight when he arrives this afternoon. Best to make yourself scarce, as well... Vern thought you were quite odd after you two met last Christmas.”

Lily didn’t give a rat’s arse what Vern thought of her but bringing the kitten back to her own bedroom stung. Navigating the tricky relationship with Petunia had always been difficult when Lily came home from Hogwarts, but this Summer had been especially hard without Sev to turn to when it all became too much. Not that she wanted to turn to him anymore.

She squeezed the kitten to her chest and sighed, the memory of what Sev had said that day by the lake hitting her again in waves. Maybe a walk and some fresh air would help.

It didn’t. 

Barely a block away from her house, Lily heard shuffling footsteps behind her and immediately her chest tightened. She should have known.

“Lily, can we-”

“I told you to stay away from me, Sev.”

She spun around to see Severus, mouth gaping, hair disheveled, brows knit.

“Please,” he sputtered, slightly breathless, “I just want to talk.” 

Lily felt like she could breathe fire at that moment. “Bloody hell, I’ve heard enough out of you for a lifetime. Leave me alone.” She spun on her heel and started heading towards the center of town, hoping that having a crowd might deter Severus in his quest for Merlin knows what. 

“I know today is hard for you,” he continued, unfazed by the fact she was literally running away from him. She rolled her eyes. Maybe if she didn’t respond he’d eventually get the hint… “It’s her birthday. I remember. We used to spend this day together every year.”

“We spent a lot of days together, Severus,” she shot back, still looking straight ahead. “Drop the dramatics and get it through your head that I’m not going to forgive you. Not anymore.”

“That’s not why I’m here,” he said, jogging up to her side, so close she could see his hair swaying in her peripheral vision. 

Lily dodged into the town market, attempting to throw Severus off her tail. Just as she’d hoped, the shops were bustling on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, with plenty of patrons to provide her some protection from her pursuer. She swerved through families waiting in line for ice creams, couples picking out furniture, and teenagers loitering around the record store, but Severus managed to keep up at every turn.

“Will you please just talk to me,” he called, his plea so slimy Lily cursed the underage wizarding laws. Oh, the satisfaction a good Bat-bogey hex would bring right about now.

She cut through a narrow shop selling candles and bath soaps, sure that she’d given him the slip, but her heart dropped when he appeared to cut her off at the exit. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the alleyway, seemingly dropping any attempt at civility. His hand was cold and tight on her skin as she shook herself free from his grip.

“I saw you with Potter on the Hogwarts express,” Severus sneered, the name Potter like poison on his tongue.

Lily gawked. He chased her halfway through Cokeworth because he saw her talking to James? She knew he hated the Gryffindor boys in their year, but she couldn’t wrap her head around him practically stalking her over one conversation she had weeks ago. The only response she could come up with: “So?”

“So?” he nearly shouted. “How could you possibly even speak to him after what he did to us!”

She had managed to keep her cool. Until now. “What he did to us? Potter didn’t do anything to me, other than act like a bit of a prick- which he apologized for that day on the train, mind you.” 

Severus sputtered. “But it’s his fault-”

“That you called me a Mudblood?” That shut him up. While he tried gathering himself to respond, Lily saw her opportunity to bolt. A group of loud football fans passed by and she spun through them to make a run for it. 

It felt childish, running through the market at age sixteen, but not nearly as immature as that godawful conversation, so it was a lesser of two evils, really. 

She could hear Severus cursing behind her as she searched for an exit, her panic growing as a bloody hen party decided to roost up outside the pub, blocking off the nearest escape route out of the market. With her head clouding from panic at the thought of discussing James freaking Potter with Severus for another minute, Lily made a split- if not uncalculated- decision and leapt over the nearest shop counter. Out of sight, out of mind. 

Well, almost.

“If you’re not a cupcake, you don’t belong here.”

Lily looked up from her hiding spot on the bakery stall’s floor at an unphased woman with arched eyebrows and a messy apron. Her nametag read ‘Carla’ in swoopy script with a smiley face sticker that didn’t match the unamused look on her face.

“I’m- er- just trying to hide from my ex,” explained Lily. Whether that be -friend, -boyfriend, or -husband, she let Carla come to her own conclusions.

“Who, greasy?”

“Yes.”

Carla glanced discreetly from Lily’s spot behind the counter to the marketplace ahead and allowed a hint of a grimace to pass over her unbothered expression. “Honey, stay as long as you need.”

“Thank you,” Lily exhaled, and chanced a look through the cupcake display case. To her horror, she saw Severus approaching the bakery, a wild look in his dark eyes. 

“Do you need something?” asked Carla and Lily watched disgust wash over Severus’ face at the gall of a Muggle shopkeeper to dare speak to him. “I said do you need something?”

He scoffed, rolled his eyes, and whipped around to look elsewhere. 

“I see why you left him,” Carla muttered. She reached under the counter and handed Lily a cupcake with fluffy yellow frosting topped with two eyes and a smile. It matched the sticker on Carla’s nametag and Lily couldn’t help but grin. 

“You know what,” said Lily, reaching into her pocket to pull out her Muggle money, “I’ll take a dozen more of these.”

***

Lily sat in her bedroom, curled up with the kitten that afternoon, her window wide open to let in the warm summer breeze. Voices carried from the garden as Petunia and her boyfriend explained to her parents just how difficult it had been to secure a reservation that night at the swankiest restaurant in all of Cokeworth. 

“By the way, Mrs. Evans,” said Vernon, his loud voice crashing through Lily’s window, “these cupcakes are delicious. They’re from Sweet Street’s Bakery down at the market, are they not? Not a better spot in all of England, you have excellent taste.”

“Oh,” came her mother’s voice, “I had nothing to do with the cupcakes, actually. It was Lily who picked them out.”

As the shocked silence stretched on, Lily’s smile grew tenfold, wide enough to match the happy face on her own half-eaten cupcake. 

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Chapter 13

Stoneheart woke to a damp pelt and cold limbs, and it took him a long time to figure out where he was.

For a moment, he thought he was still on the journey, stuck on some rock in the mountains. That’s what it felt like, at least. The stones and hard earth beneath him had sucked all the warmth from his body during the night.  

His dreams had not helped, either. Once again, he’d found himself wandering that strange dark forest where he’d seen his mother, aimless and unsure. He thought many times that he could hear voices between the trees, cats crying out in pain... but he wasn’t sure who they were, or if they were real. He even thought he had scented Mistyfoot in the foggy woods, but when he had tried to follow her trail, he’d only gotten himself more lost.

Blinking sleep from his eyes, Stoneheart remembered where he was – Sunningrocks, on ThunderClan territory. Dawn was breaking over the boulders, and the sun was shining, but the air was still cold. Worst of all, the Twoleg monsters had revved up, and their smoke was rising above the trees.

He pushed himself up, feeling his limbs burn with soreness. Running around Twolegplace and then scrambling to evacuate his Clan within such a short time made him feel like he needed to sleep for a moon; but his stomach growled, and the ground beneath him did not look like an appealing nest.

Stoneheart opened his jaw in a yawn, but had to shut them almost instantly. The scents of ShadowClan, ThunderClan, and WindClan together was so cloying and strong, it made his throat feel like closing. He shivered. It won’t be for long, he thought, peering over the edge of the ditch. The three Clans were milling about, trying to go about as normal a day as they could. We’ll be leaving soon.

A wail rose from the rocks.

Stoneheart pricked his ears and readied himself to spring, but others were quicker. Warriors from all three Clans crowded around a tall boulder near the center of the camp that was currently the nursery. Stoneheart scrambled out of the elder’s ditch and pushed his way through the crowd as another wail bounced off of the stones.

Snowstep, ThunderClan’s deaf warrior, was padding sullenly out of the makeshift nursery. A kit dangled limply from his jaws, and Stoneheart felt sorrow well up in him – the kit was nothing but fur and bones, and very clearly dead.

“Not Hollykit, too,” whispered Sorreltail, her eyes round.

“StarClan, help us,” mumbled Dustpelt. Beside him, Cinderpelt raised her muzzle to the sky, as if beseeching their warrior ancestors.

A WindClan apprentice was hunkered down, her shoulder blades poking through her pelt. “W-We’re all gonna die!” she stammered, watching Snowstep silently walking towards the forest, his dead kit bumping against his chest.

The apprentice’s words made Stoneheart’s pelt prickle, and his stomach clenched. The last season of her life had been nothing but suffering – why wouldn’t she think that death was all that awaited her? Stoneheart’s mouth went dry, unsure of how to comfort the young cat.

“Thornpaw, don’t talk like that,” Crowpaw snapped, glowering at his Clanmate. “We’re going to be fine.”

“Crowpaw is right,” rasped Mousefur. The small ThunderClan warrior stepped forward, twitching her tail towards the WindClan apprentice. “Come hunting with me and Spiderpaw, youngster.”

Thornpaw rose to her paws, shaky; but she obeyed, following Mousefur and Spiderpaw as they headed into the forest. Smokewillow, Thornpaw’s mentor, followed a moment later, after Mudclaw turned and snapped at him to move.

Ferncloud’s next cry drew Brackenfur through the crowd. ThunderClan’s medicine cat leaned into the nursery and, after a moment, pulled his head back with a sigh. Silverstream came out with him, her tail-tip flicking anxiously.

“She’s so upset,” the silver tabby murmured. “I don’t know what to do.”

Brackenfur’s muzzle pulled into a frown. “Too many herbs will spoil what milk she has,” he said. “Is there any queen that can take Larchkit while she mourns?”

“Tallpoppy has milk,” Finchsong reported, slipping out of the nursery behind Silverstream. “But she’s got three kits of her own. If Larchkit is eating solid food, I think I can take him in with Willowkit and Rushkit.”

“Do it,” Silverstream meowed, without hesitation. She turned to Finchsong with grateful eyes. “It’s early, but I think Larchkit can handle it. Bramblefur and I will do our best to calm Ferncloud.”

“Playing with kits around his own age might be good for him, too, after losing his sister,” Brackenfur surmised. The medicine cat turned to the crowd, his face drawn with remorse as he announced: “StarClan has taken another from us this day. We will sit vigil for Hollykit tonight. Excuse me.”

Brackenfur left, limping through the crowd. Stoneheart craned his neck, peering around the boulders – the golden-brown medicine cat was heading for Tinystar, who was in conversation with Tallstar and Russetstar, but Sandstorm met the medicine cat and turned him away. The solemn look in the ginger she-cat's eyes told Stoneheart that they had already gotten the news.

“Everyone else, get back to your duties!” snapped Mudclaw. WindClan’s deputy stalked through the crowd, his tail lashing. His eyes pierced uncertain-looking warriors as he growled, “Don’t want to see another kit die? Hunt!”

“We need to leave,” muttered Poppyfoot as she drew Rainwhisker and Tornear close. “There’s not much time...”

Stoneheart could hear similar worried conversations going on all around him, their words bouncing off of the Sunningrocks like honey-drunk bees. Stoneheart sighed – he wished it hadn’t taken so many lives to come this far, but at least it seemed like everyone was on board.

He felt a pelt brush by, and turned to see his father by his side. Oakheart had a thin mouse in his jaws, half-eaten already, and he laid it down by Stoneheart’s paws.

“Eat,” he rasped. When Stoneheart hesitated, he added, “Don’t worry, I’ve had my share already.”

Stoneheart devoured the mouse as if it were the only food in the world – which didn’t feel too far off, with the forest as it was. He barely tasted it, and it hardly filled him, but it was something and that was far better than nothing. His stomach ached for the days during the journey, where he could eat his fill and still have leftovers.

“Poor Ferncloud,” Oakheart sighed as Stoneheart ate. “No mother deserves to watch her kits die.”

Stoneheart lifted his head, cleaning the mouse from his whiskers. “I wish there was something I could do.”

“Leave it to the queens,” Oakheart told him, flicking his tail. “Come, sit with me.”

Stoneheart shifted, feeling awkward. He was aware of Mudclaw barking orders not two fox-lengths away. “Shouldn’t I hunt?” he wondered.

Oakheart shook his head. “Believe me, the forest is full of hunters,” the older tabby mewed. “If there’s something, anything, they’ll find it.”

“What about border patrols?”

“What’s the point?” Oakheart wondered, his whiskers twitching with amusement. He gestured at the river with his tail. “That’s the only border that needs looking after, and who’s going to pick a fight with RiverClan right now?”

Stoneheart supposed his father was right. After quickly burying the bones of his meal, they padded over to an unoccupied boulder, and Stoneheart helped Oakheart up onto its smooth surface. Stoneheart scrambled up and laid beside him, pressing their pelts together tightly to get any sort of warmth out of each other.

“Oh, would you look at that...?” Oakheart sighed. His gaze went over the river, hardening as it did. “Speaking of RiverClan...”

Stoneheart saw a pelt flash on the other side of the river. It was Falcontail, RiverClan’s temporary deputy – Leopardstar followed, her eyes blazing and her dappled fur blazing in the sun. Stoneheart searched the reeds, wondering if Feathertail was coming, too, but his hopes were dashed. It was only Leopardstar and her son.

Leopardstar and Falcontail waded into the river, tails lashing. Neither looked particularly happy as Tinystar, Mudclaw,and Russetstar met them on the shore. Tallstar trembled on dry land, Sandstorm by his side. Mistyfoot, Crowpaw, and Nightpaw prowled over, ears pricked; but Shadepaw was kept behind by Brackenfur, much to her annoyance.

“I was just about to relax with you,” Oakheart complained. “Go on, see what it’s about.”

Stoneheart dipped his head to his father and slipped off of the rock, trotting up to his sister’s side. He wasn’t the only cat curious, either – any cat who hadn’t been assigned a patrol or nursing kits or dealing in medicine had their eyes turned towards the river, and more than one had the fur along their spine bristling warily.

“What is the meaning of this, Tinystar?” Leopardstar began, her lip curled. Water lapped at her belly as she stood in the center of the river. “First WindClan, now ShadowClan, too?”

Falcontail looked just as annoyed, and Stoneheart guessed his claws were unsheathed in the water. “If you think to invade, you’ll find enough resistance for ten Clans!”

Stoneheart peered closely at the RiverClan cats, and had to suppress a scoff. Falcontail was blustering – something must have happened in RiverClan territory. Not only was the water low, but the two RiverClan cats looked far skinnier than usual.

“Explain yourself!” Leopardstar demanded.

Tinystar drew himself up, wrapping his tail around his paws. “We pose no threat to you, Leopardstar. ShadowClan’s camp was destroyed yesterday – they had nowhere else to go.”

Russetstar lashed her tail. Stoneheart guessed she was annoyed at Tinystar talking for her, because she meowed curtly: “ShadowClan has no interest in RiverClan territory.”

“We were just discussing how best to leave for the lake, actually,” Tinystar added. “... and whether or not you were joining us.”

Leopardstar flattened her ears, and Falcontail hissed: “We’ve already told you – RiverClan is going nowhere!”

“Not without our missing,” Leopardstar said quickly, glancing at Falcontail. Her gaze was sharp on her son, but even sharper when it turned back to the gathered leaders. “Surely you’re not planning to leave them behind, either!”

“Of course not,” Russetstar huffed. She glanced back, locking eyes with Stoneheart behind her. “My warriors have learned where our missing cats are being kept. We’ll be mounting a rescue before leaving for the lake.”

“But regardless,” Mudclaw swept on, lashing his tail, “whether those cats come home or not, and with or without RiverClan – we're leaving the forest.”

“Good!” Falcontail grunted. His pale-yellow eyes flashed at the WindClan deputy.

“I don’t know what you think you’ll gain,” Mistyfoot meowed, stepping forward. Her tail-tip was flicking back and forth as she stared down at Falcontail. “Our lands will be useless to anyone but Twolegs, and from the looks of things, your land isn’t faring much better. Why be so stubborn and let RiverClan starve, when you could follow StarClan’s will to a better place with all of us?”

Falcontail bared his teeth. Whatever he was about to say, Leopardstar interrupted, splashing a step forward to meow, “If you’re sending cats after the missing, RiverClan will send a warrior with you... and if Tawnypelt comes back in one piece, leaving is something I would be willing to discuss.”

“Good,” Tinystar decided. His pale eyes brightened, and Russetstar and Mudclaw glanced at one another with a hint of relief. “Sandstorm will be leading the patrol – send your representative and the mission can proceed immediately.”

Stoneheart did not miss the spark of hope in Leopardstar’s eye as she gestured with her tail to Falcontail. “Falcontail will accompany you,” she meowed.

“That's it?” Mudclaw sneered.

“I’m more than enough,” Falcontail declared, his lips drawn in a snarl. His neck fur bristled as he stepped forward a pace. “I’m willing to show you right now, fox-breath!”

“Enough,” Russetstar snapped. She stood on all fours, glaring down at the deputies. “If Falcontail is going to help, he is welcome to come along; but if he’s going to be obstinate and sabotage the mission, he can leave well enough alone – RiverClan wasn’t willing to cooperate with us before, we can do this without you now.”

Stoneheart felt Mistyfoot wince beside him. “Too strong,” his sister murmured.

Crowpaw rolled his eyes. “ShadowClan!” he complained.

Stoneheart, though, saw that Leopardstar’s hackles fell. He twitched his whiskers with amusement – sometimes, being as direct as a ShadowClan cat was necessary. It gets more done, he thought proudly. That’s what I love about ShadowClan!

Falcontail and Leopardstar muttered to one another for a moment before Falcontail splashed his way across the river, coming up a tail-length away from the other Clan leaders and shaking his pelt. Instead of looking annoyed with the thought of having to listen to enemy leaders, he held his chin high, as if he were proud to be the only representative RiverClan needed for this mission.

“I will remain,” Leopardstar decided, pulling herself up onto the shore with her son, “but don’t think I will be discussing this lake business until Falcontail and Tawnypelt are returned!”

“Fair enough,” Tinystar mewed. Both Russetstar and Mudclaw looked annoyed, but said nothing. Stoneheart wondered just how much Tinystar was suppressing his temper towards RiverClan’s leader right now – it must be taking some great effort.

“When are we leaving?” Falcontail asked.

“Now,” Sandstorm declared, waving her tail. She nodded to Mistyfoot, who drew close to her deputy. “Fetch Wolftooth, Swiftfoot, and Onewhisker.”

Mistyfoot nodded and sprang away, her paws scattering stones as she headed deeper into Sunningrocks. Sandstorm turned her gaze to Stoneheart and Crowpaw, and she nodded to each of them. “You two are coming, too.”

“What about me?” Nightpaw asked, drawing forward, his eyes bright.

Sandstorm’s gaze darkened with sympathy. “I need the fastest cats, my son,” she said. “And those that have experience with the type of traps that Twolegs use. Moreover, I need cats that are accustomed to working together.”

“But...”

Sandstorm laid her muzzle on Nightpaw’s head. “There will be so many chances for you to show us how brave you are,” she said. “For now, I want you to gather the available apprentices and help the medicine cats – we’ll need all the traveling herbs we can find in the forest for when we leave.”

Nightpaw opened his jaws to protest, but closed them. He purred into his mother’s pelt, and meowed, “Of course,” before he turned away, bounding up the slope.

Just as the black tom left, Mistyfoot reappeared, with Wolftooth, Onewhisker, and Swiftfoot behind her. Stoneheart was shocked at how thin Onewhisker was – but the skinny WindClan tom looked just as determined as Swiftfoot, whose eyes were blazing at the idea of rescuing his mates. Wolftooth, too, looked ready, his tail-tip twitching.

“Be careful,” Tinystar meowed. He drew forward, pressing his muzzle against Sandstorm’s. “Whatever you face, StarClan watches over you, my love.”

Sandstorm kept herself as close to Tinystar as possible for a long moment, and the she pulled away. “Let’s go,” Sandstorm meowed. “There’s no time to waste.” The pale ginger she-cat observed her gathered patrol, and nodded, satisfied. “To Snakerocks!”

Stoneheart followed Sandstorm up the slope and through Sunningrocks, feeling his heart lift. With Mistyfoot on one side and Crowpaw on the other, it felt almost like the journey again, even if some of his friends had to be left behind. As they pushed through the ferns and into the forest, breaking into a run, Stoneheart was able to push aside his fears.

I’m coming, Rowanclaw!

[apothecaryave]

Pinching and Clinching

“Just a little — ah! — just a little more!” Aveline sucked in a final breath, the palm of her hand strained up against the stubborn curve of her ribs. The lacing at her back pulled in just half an ilm more, soon followed by a tight knot that cinched her corset in place. With shallow breath and reddened cheeks, she regarded her silhouette with no small amount of worry in the mirror.

“I don’t understand it. Not a week ago, the dress fit just fine! The silk must have shrunk.” Aveline turned this way and that, lips puckering further as she patted at her restrained belly. It had taken no small amount of humility to ask her resident assistant for help buttoning up one of the evening ensembles she was so fond of, but the drama hadn’t ended there. Oh no, buttoning it up without straining the fabric (which unfortunately demonstrated the prominent plush she put on to even the laziest eye) had proved impossible, so there she was with a torture device utilized to its fullest abilities.

Her clinch with the corset had been a close one: though she utilized the thing here and there, the point had never been to squeeze her waist smaller until now. She wasn’t prepared for the battle just to breathe, the stiffness of her back that made even sitting a chore. As string by string tightened up her back, she found her will to see the evening through diminishing. Here was the reality of every little pound she’d put on — gods, was it truly enough to chase her out of her own dresses?

“Now Aveline, you know an’ I know silk ain’t cotton.” The catte’s voice behind her was a gentle rebuff as two furry ears perked out from over her shoulder. “It don’t shrink the same, so for better or worse we gotta confront the facts here: darlin’, I love every inch of you the same as the day we met, but this time you’ve let yourself go.”

Aveline’s shoulders sunk. She could offer nothing but a sad, assenting mew.

“Don’t cry now, dove, it ain’t the end of the world!” The dark catte offered an encouraging smile before turning behind them to fetch Aveline’s dress laid out on the bed. Her long nails were finer still than the fabric, perfectly smooth and painted with all the vibrant orange of a sunrise. They didn’t catch on a thing as she pulled the dress over Aveline’s hand and smoothed everything out just right, ensuring the silk ruffled and fell over the petticoat without an ilm of lace out of place.

“See? You look like a dream.” Aveline’s would-be lady in waiting smoothed her sinewy hands over the curve of the hyur’s waist and hips — a tender gesture that suddenly felt primal. Though smaller in stature, the catte was ripe with feline strength and vivacity, more than capable of wrestling the larger woman to the ground if they were ever of a mind to tussle.

Her friend and lover, however, was ever agreeable with only a squeeze around her hips to tease at the chemistry between them.  

For a moment, Aveline couldn’t help imagining how pleasant it would be to give up all pretense of a formal evening out. She could rip the blasted corset off, forget all about the extra weight and comfort her wibbling lips with the sensation of warm mocha skin and silky slopes. But alas, there she stood, dressed to the nines.

“Mn... what am I going to do? All my best pieces were tailored for a perfect fit and now my whole wardrobe is in peril.” Aveline bit her lip as she stared forward into her closet, her gaze listless as it caught on bright silks and linens alike.

“Well, if you take prudence over politeness, m’lady, I think it might be your sweets. Not that I don’t like clinching you into this little trap.” Of course the catte’s tease came with a sharp and sudden tug at the lacing of her corset, robbing her of wind and balance both as a familiar nose slid along the nook between her neck and shoulder.

“A-Aaah!” Aveline shuddered, head lolled back. “But I love my sweets. They’ve never betrayed me like this!”

“That so?” A playful note of danger cloyed the catte’s voice before two small (and no less sharp) incisors grazed her skin. “But I’ve seen things, Aveline. That sugared scone you had after breakfast?” Suddenly, those teeth clenched in a nip that had the hyur squealing. “The two macarons you snuck up into the loft?” Another nibble, another shudder. “And then there’s the almond ladyfingers at tea, the lemon tart after dinner... did you know your sweet tooth acts up something fierce when you’re worried over boys?”

“B-B-Boys! I-I... I have more self-control than all that!” Aveline wriggled against the hold the devious catte had on her corset, but it was already difficult to speak, let alone move.  

“Oh? So it wasn’t you who ate the last of the custard pie the same night m’ husband left for Shirogane? And the honey lavender truffles he left were in short supply not long after. Must be a moogle loose in the house.” The catte’s free hand wandered more freely, which didn’t help in Aveline’s efforts to escape.

“Aah! Eek! N-No!” Aveline turned her head, desperate to protect the good name of her childhood toy slumped over her desk. “Leave Moget out of this! It was me!”

“An’ there’s mah point. Take care of whatever you’re hidin’ from your boy and maybe the sweet cravin’s will soften like they usually seem to.” The catte buttoned up and let go of her prey at last — but not without an encouraging little swat at the hyur’s rear. “Don’t make ‘im wait too long! I’ll hold down the fort with Moget.”

Aveline rubbed at her rear with a pout, but the lovely little catte’s smile was contagious. “No promises. You might want to hide the last of the scones ere I return.”

[keeperoftheboys]

Dangerous: Billy Hargrove X Henderson Sister

Story Summary: (Set in Season Two Episode 2). Billy is taken by Noelle Henderson, the smart, confident best friend to Nancy. When he sees her at Tina’s Halloween party that night. He knows he’s in for it. 

Warnings: PG 13 (Crying, Mild Cursing, Drinking) 

Story Type: One Shot

Requested: Nope :) 

To be fair Billy had no idea Noelle Henderson was off limits. All he saw was the pretty girl with the wild hair from his math class walking home from school in tears. For a moment his cold heart warmed and he began to slow his car down next to her. 

“Noelle Henderson, I need to chat with you after the bell rings. As for the rest of you, I expect you’ll spend the evening beginning the new chapter homework, and reviewing your test grades.” The bell rang and everybody bolted out of their seats leaving in their wake spare papers and a few pencils rolling across the floor. 

“You wanted to speak with me, Mr. Avery?” 

“Yes, It’s about your last test grade. There’s a reason I didn’t hand yours back with the rest of the class. You failed.” 

“I what?” 

“Noelle, It became clear to me that someone cheated off your test. You must know that we have a zero tolerance policy for cheating so you understand that I had to fail you.” 

“Mr. Avery, are you kidding me, you do know I would never purposely let someone cheat off of me, right? I’m trying to get into Stanford and USC, I struggle enough in math as it is, it’s my one non-honors class. I can’t fail this test.” 

“You also can't let people cheat.” 

“I didn’t!”

“There’s nothing I can do. Here’s your test, just know I expected better of you.” Mr. Avery handed me my test, a large’ F’ was scribbled across the top of the page in bright red ink with a frowning face, as if I didn’t already feel bad. I had to leave the room quickly, hot tears welled in my eyes and my cheeks flushed. I quickly stopped at my locker grabbing my books before beginning my walk home. I had never received an ‘F’ before, not even in math but there it was, the page slowly becoming wet from my dramatic tears. 

-- “What are you doing?” Max looked over at her brother who had slowed his car down to a near stop, something he hardly ever did, especially after having nearly just ran over the boys. 

“Max get in the backseat.” 

“No.” 

Billy gave the girl a firm look “Max. Do it.” She grunted, tossing her skateboard and her backpack in the backseat before climbing back herself. Noelle was walking slow, something new to Billy. It seemed as if she always walked fast with a purpose, speeding from one class to the next. 

“Noelle!” Billy rolled his window down and slowly drove next to her, she ignored him. In the backseat, Max did everything she could to hide her laughter. “Hey, Noelle!” 

“What?” Noelle turned to the car, an annoyed glare appearing behind her tears. 

“Why is such a pretty face like yours covered in tears? Did a boy to this to you? Was it your friend Steve?” 

“Boys have nothing to do with my tears. Besides its none of your business.” 

“Come on, get in, I’ll give you a ride home.” 

“You don’t know where I live.” 

“You can tell me.” 

“I have two legs for walking, thanks though.” 

“Noelle.” 

“Billy, how do you even know my name. I’m not exactly your type.” 

“And what type is that?” 

“Dangerous.” With that Noelle began walking faster. 

Billy laughed, “Noelle Henderson, stop being stubborn and get in my damn car.” 

                                                       ~:~

I rolled my eyes and against all better judgment stopped to get into Billy Hargrove’s car. I figured I was having a bad day as it was so why not make it worse? Maybe I was a glutton for punishment. 

As soon as I was seated Billy started with the questions. “Now, why are you crying.” 

“I’m not.” He reached out to touch my cheek as if to use my tears as evidence, but I quickly slapped his hand away, “Careful, I bite.” That earned a giggle from the girl in the back seat. I turned to her and smiled, “Noelle.” I said sticking my hand out for a shake. 

“Max.” She shook my hand.

“So you’ll introduce yourself to her but you won’t give me the time of day?” 

“Us girls gotta stick together isn’t that right Max. Besides Billy, I’m in your car now aren't I?” 

Billy rolled his eyes before putting his car in gear. “Where do you live?” 

I gave him instructions and the car was silent for a moment. “Someone cheated off of me in math class and Mr. Avery gave me an F on the test for it. I’m trying to get into college and I can’t afford a low grade on a test. I need straight A’s and I already struggle in math I just don’t get it. Now someone fucked up my whole 10-year plan and I don’t know what to do. What if I don’t get into Stanford or USC what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to make it?” As I confessed this the tears started again. 

Billy gently laughed, “You have a 10-year plan?” 

“Yeah I have a fucking 10-year plan, do you think I want to stay in Indiana my whole life? I want to move to California. I want to run my own business, I want to make something of myself. Now I’m in your car crying my eyes out and making myself look like an ass.”

“You’re not making yourself look like an ass.” 

 We turned down my street and I instructed Billy to stop a few houses away from my own. I gathered my things and slid out of the car, angrily brushing the tears off my face. “Thanks for the ride.” 

“You going to that party tonight?” 

“Do I look like someone who goes to parties BIlly?” 

“No. You look like someone who could use one though.” 

I scoffed. “Gee, thanks.” 

“Come on, if I see you there we can share a drink.” 

“Okay Billy,” I rolled my eyes, “If I see you there we’ll share a drink.” With that, he started his Camaro and roared down the street. I had to admit, he was a little bit attractive, especially in that car. I walked the rest of the way to my house and tossed my backpack on the floor in the living room. 

“Noelle! Nancy called for you! She wants you to call her back.” My mom was in the kitchen pouring a bag of candy into a large Halloween bowl holding mews at the same time. “She wants you to go to that Tina girl’s party! I think you should too!” 

“What? Mom, you can’t be encouraging me to go to a party.” 

“Sure honey, go have some fun! Dusty can’t have all the fun on Halloween.” 

“Whatever mom.” I laughed leaving her in the kitchen to prep for the trick-or-treaters.

“I got your tire fixed while you were at school, get dressed up, go to that party and have some fun!” 

“Alright fine! I’ll go!” 

Once in my room, I decided on what to wear. Something different, something fun. I pulled nearly half of my clothes out of my closet before deciding on going with Sandy from the end of Grease, a classic. I pulled on a tight pair of leather pants, a black off-the-shoulder top, red heels and a big blet. Although Dusty and I had a close relationship we only shared our curly hair when it came to looks. I took after my father, standing taller and thinner than my mother and brother, I thought I made a pretty good Sandy and since it was the only costume I could throw together I figured it would have to work. 

Dustin and I stopped for dinner together before I dropped him off to go trick-or-treating and made my way to the party. I parked down the block to conceal my car and refresh my lipstick before heading into the lion's den. 

The party was loud, and in full swing when I arrived. My main objective was to find Nancy, when I did I regretted it immediately. She was already tipsy. 

“Noelle!” You came! And you look hot!” 

“I always look hot Nancy.” I laughed, hugging her and Steve. “I was told by several people today that I could ‘use a party’.” 

“You can, you’re an uptight bitch.” Steve smirked. 

“And you’re a bully.” I playfully bumped Steve’s arm before turning away from the duo. “Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going to find a quiet corner to hide in.” 

I made my way through the crowd saying hello to a few people and earning a “she actually came to a party from a few others.” 

Finally, I found my way to the kitchen where I sat on a counter with a bowl of pretzels and a cup of ‘fuel’. 

“Well, well, well. Noelle Henderson actually came to the party.” Billy sauntered up to me clearly buzzing. He stopped at my knees placing his hands on either side of my hips. 

“Billy! What a surprise! I thought you’d be completely wasted already” I looked over his attire, taking notice of his bare chest and open jacket. “Nice costume.”

“I should tell you the same thing. Sandy huh? Is that because you're a good girl going bad?” 

I rolled my eyes at his flirting. “Sure Billy, but only if you’ll be my Danny.” I hopped off the counter my chest touching his. “So you better shape up.” I winked at him before pushing his chest away. He caught my wrist in his hand smiling devilishly when my cheeks flushed. 

“You owe me a drink good girl.” 

“It looks like you’ve already had a lot to drink Mr. Keg King, and I’m already drinking.” I wagged my cup in his face, to be truthful I already had a buzz of my own. 

“I’m perfectly fine, and you could use a shot.” With that, he grabbed a bottle off the counter and found two clean empty cups. “Here,” he said, pouring me a shot. “Drink up, good girl.” 

I groaned taking the cup from him and tapping it against his own. “Cheers.” With that I downed the drink and smiled at Billy wiping my face with the back of my hand as ‘Crazy on You’ came on. 

“That’s more like it.” 

“So what, are you going to ask me to dance or not?” I was surprised by my own confidence. Billy grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living room where everyone was dancing. 

“I thought you weren’t a bad girl?” Billy leaned forward to talk to me, whispering in my ear.

“Good girls can’t dance?” 

“Not like that”

I shrugged and turned around slowly shaking my hips with a smirk on my face. “I’m full of surprises Billy.” He caught my hips with his hands and pulled me into him. 

“You lied earlier today.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You lied when you said you weren't my type.” 

“Oh, and what’s your type?” 

“Dangerous.” 

[keelywolfe]

Drabble: Play Called For Inter-Fur-Ence (baon)

Summary:  Sans meets Red’s new kitten. It goes swell.

Notes: Red found himself with a ‘temporary’ kitten A Fur-midable Problem. Some people wanted to see how Sans reacted to it, so here we are! Nothing but Kustard here, fyi!

Tags: Background Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationship, Domestic (or as much as they get), Kitten

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Sans was tired. His own fault and he knew it, too many fingers stuck in too many pies, and not enough sack time to make up for it.

But tonight as he took a shortcut into Red’s living room, the only pie Sans was thinking of sinking into was probably upstairs, only Red tended more towards vinegar than chocolate cream.

Course Red wasn’t so much one of the pies as he was running the bakery. If Sans was tired, that asshole must be fucking exhausted. He’d better be sleeping or Sans was going to start working on a plan to tie him down. Even if he managed, (and managing was a rare, delicious treat, better than any bad Gyftmas sweater) they probably wouldn’t end doing much sleeping, but, hey, at least they’d have fun.

The meow didn’t really register at first. Sure, Sans heard it, but it was so hard to reconcile that it existed in Red’s living room that it flew past him like a frisbee on picnic day.

The second meow, now that one smacked him right in the perception. Especially since it was attached to a furry little body that came trotting out from around the coffee table.

For a minute, both of them stared at each with identical expressions of ‘who the fuck are you?’. The kitten recovered first, arching their back and hissing, looking just about as threatening as, well, a kitten.

Sans only stared, nonplussed. Welp, this day had taken a left turn at Albuquerque, hadn't it.

“knock it off, fuzzball, he’s allowed.”

That came from behind him. He turned to see Red wandering down the stairs, still in his rumpled shirt and shorts, but his bony feet bare. He sank down on the sofa almost immediately, stains of exhaustion beneath his closed sockets.

Yeah, it looked like any tying was going to be of the grumpy, go-the-fuck-to-sleep variety.

Nonplussed got swapped out for bemused when the kitten promptly hopped into Red’s lap. It butted against his lax hand imperiously until Red began to stroke him with gentleness that would probably give most of New New Home a stroke to see it.

Heh. Stroking giving a stroke.

Speaking of stroking, the original reason Sans came over was for a little of his own and he shuffled over to the sofa. Only to freeze when the kitten immediately stiffened, hair rising on its back.

Red cracked open one socket, ironically the one without a crack in it. “s’matter, sansy? don’t be a pussy, sit.”

He did, gingerly settling next to Red. “i’m not a dog and that’s a cat.”

“think it was your observational skills that turned me on when we first met,” Red said. He lazily scratched the kitten’s tiny head with one sharp fingertip.

“why is it a cat?”

“think that’s one for the philosophers, sweetheart.”

“if you’d rather play with yourself, i can head home—“

The hand on his knee wouldn’t have stopped him, even if the threat wasn’t as empty as their skulls. But fuck if Sans wasn’t too tired for a round of shortcut-catch-me-and-you-can-top tag, so he let it stay. “cool your jets. the boss brought him over, asked me to watch him for a couple days.”

Sans didn’t really have the capacity anymore to be surprised by much, but yeah, there was a notch to add to his mental chalkboard. The rules that Edge and Red had for their relationship probably had its own manual and if it did, it definitely read like IKEA instructions.

He wondered what page ‘babysit kitten’ was on. “why did he bring you a cat?

Red snorted. “cause the honey bun pisses himself whenever he sees a kitty-kitty.”

Sans gave him a hard look on that one; he wasn’t keen on peoples making fun of anyone’s trauma except their own. Didn’t matter that Red’s sockets were still closed; Sans counted on Red always seeing everything, made it easier to plan shit that way.

Whether he actually saw the look or just felt the skittering crawl of his sins up his back, it seemed that Red had enough sense to at least try to look abashed, so Sans let it go. This time.

“why you, though?” Sans persisted. There were plenty of people, including his bro, that Edge would’ve walked past on his kitten delivery duty.

Red shrugged, then soothed the kitten as it mewed faintly at the shifting of its sittin’ place. “same reason. i don’t put out the party trays too often, so stretch won’t be bumping into ozzy here.”

“ozzy?” Ah, now they were getting somewhere. “as in osbourne?”

“as fucking if,” Red snorted. “as in ramesses.”

“yeah, i see the resemblance.” Sans didn’t bother telling him that when pets reached the named phase, the whole ‘for a few days’ thing was off the table. He reached out to give the kitten a light pat, only to snatch his hand back as it screeched its displeasure and tried to bite at his fingers with needle-sharp teeth. “yep, fits perfectly. what the fuck kind of brainwashing did you do to it already?”

“it is a he and nuthin’. either he’s the worst judge of character ever or the best, it’s a tossup.

“and you’re a tosser, let’s go with worst.” Sans yawned, ignoring the kitten, Ozzy’s, yowl as he leaned against Red tiredly. Cuddling with another skeleton was about as comfortable as trying to fuck an erector set, but Sans didn’t care. More important was not having Red shove him to the floor or try to give him a matching bite with much sharper teeth than ones a kitten could have.

Red did neither, only sat in the corner of the sofa, squashed in by kitten and Sans. If it bothered him, he said nothing, only squirmed and sighed, settling in for a nap.

Sans gave the kitten a wary look, one that he returned with a hell of a lot of vehemence for such a little thing, and they settled in, too, crammed up even tighter against Red. Not that he would be trapped by either of them, Sans wasn’t stupid enough to believe that. But at least if Red tried to shortcut out, he’d be taking them both along for the ride.

-finis-

[thewhiterabbit42]

Beard Kink

Part of Tantalizing Trickster Tuesday

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Summary: Gabriel riles the reader up with a little extra something he’s brought on the hunt.  

Written for: Anon - beard kink request and @spnkinkbingo

Square Filled:  Free Space

Word Count:  1777

Tags/Warnings: beard kink, oral sex, brief fingering

A/N: It’s after midnight and I’m mangling what my beta fixed doing final edits.  I bet she’s waking up with chills as we speak.  

You still weren’t certain how he talked you into it.  Probably because there wasn’t a whole lot of talking involved.  He was all sly looks and subtle touches, priming you throughout the hunt until you were practically sprinting back to your motel room for some much needed self-release.

Imagine your surprise when you found him waiting just inside.  

You still hadn’t made it more than a few steps in.  There you were, leaning heavily against the door, stripped from the waist down with an enthusiastic archangel between your thighs.  His technique was amazing, though you expected no less from someone with centuries to perfect it.  What was really making you weak in the knees was the latest addition to his look.  

“What is that on your face?”  You didn’t mean to sound rude, but, really?  He was going to show up with that and expect you to accomplish anything?

“Like it?”  He struck a pose, trailing the back of his fingers along his jaw.   

It had been your undoing.  All those nights of careful dancing, of volleying back his flirtations and using every ounce of self-restraint, shattered by a well-trimmed beard.  

“Oh fuck.”  Your legs wobbled, exhaustion and a heady rush of desire nearly taking you to the floor.  You latched onto the doorknob, simultaneously bracing yourself on his shoulder.  

“Let go, sugar,” he murmured, his grace sweeping around your backside.  “I got you.”  

You didn’t have much of a choice.  Worn muscles gave a final aching flair, unable to bear your weight any longer as his mouth latched back onto your clit and did something that defied reality.  As promised, you didn’t end up on your ass.  You simply dropped a few inches before being caught by something that reminded you of a warm blanket.

He ran his hands up your calves before grabbing you by the back of your knees and lifting your legs over his shoulders.  They continued up your thighs, cresting over the curves of your backside.  He indulged himself in a handful before easing you forward, cheek scraping along your inner thigh as he teased away from your sex.  

You wriggled, enjoying every moment as he drew it out, the fire in your stomach igniting with every rub of his chin.  

Cocky ass.  You knew half the reason he did it was so he couldn’t be put in the one and done category.  You’d have no choice but to remember him with the burn he was leaving.

It made you wonder what else he might do to ensure you thought of him the next day.  

You carded your fingers through his curls, hips arching forward, seeking friction elsewhere again.  

“Someone is nee-dy,” he chuckled.  

He ran his tongue along your slit, and the way his fingers followed pulled a mew from your mouth.  He sank one into you, your head dropping back against the door as he moaned against you.  

“Father, you are soaked,” he breathed.  “Mmmm, and so fucking warm.”  You whined as he withdrew from you, his hands moving to steady your hips.  A devious gleam overtook gold.  “But I’m getting ahead of myself.  I have big plans for you, and they start with undoing you with my mouth.”  

You sucked in air as he traced his tongue along your folds.  

“Then again with my hands.”  

He kissed along your mound, intentionally ignoring that nexus of nerve endings you so desperately needed him to touch again.  

“I think the third I’ll try both.”  

His mouth landed chastely on your clit and you could have screamed when it was only enough to create a small spark of pleasure.  

“Then, if you’re good, we’ll talk about what else I might have to please you with.”

A sinful smirk graced his features, and heat pooled further between your legs.

“I hope you can put your money where your mouth is, feathers.”    

“Oh, I’ll put more than that here, sweetheart,” he promised.   

He snapped, and you found yourself staring up at the stained tile ceiling, ensconced in fluffy lightness.  Thinly padded and sagging springs were replaced by a down comforter on top of what might have been a cloud.  You couldn't be sure, but the mattress itself was certainly large and airy enough to be one.

“Show off,” you sighed, throwing your arms back and enjoying the plushness surrounding you.

“Just you wait.”  

He peeled off his jacket, and you looked up in time to watch him remove his shirt.  You’d always wondered what lay beneath all those layers, and the lean but fit frame had you salivating more than washboard abs ever could.  He looked real, not some divine specimen of perfection and a reminder that he was well and truly out of your league.  

“Ah, ah,” he said, holding up a finger and waving it back and forth.  “I don’t know where your head just went, but there will be none of that.”   

He got up on the bed, dropping down onto his hands and knees.  Honeyed hues became molten as he began to climb the length of you, his frame moving with feline grace.  There was a predatory air about him, as if he might devour you at any moment.  

The hunger in his stare when the rest of your clothes vanished suggested he might do just that.

“Now where should I start?”  He questioned, eyes drinking in the sight of you.  “I bet there are some nice, sensitive spots right here.”  He nibbled along the side of your neck, sending goosebumps flourishing across your skin.  

“These are always a crowd pleaser.”  He slid lower, lips tracing over your collarbone before moving along the tops of your breasts.  He brought his face down into your cleavage, the drag of his beard causing you to arch and push more of yourself against him.  

“I bet I could make you come with these alone,” he rasped, grazing his cheek beneath a soft swell before his tongue darted out, flicking at a nipple.  A strangled noise lodged in your throat, fingernails digging into his back as you urged him on.  

“Or maybe I should finish where I started?”  He continued lower, placing lazy, open mouthed kisses along your stomach, each one preceded by a wiry scratch from his chin.  

You’d never had any man spend so much time on foreplay. Most were interested only in what was necessary to get you started.  Gabriel, on the other hand, took his time, exploring every inch of skin, and by the time he hooked your legs around him once again, you were absolutely throbbing for him.  

He lapped at your juices, probing into your slick channel and making you squirm.  He had to hold you down, hands pressing your hips into the mattress when he finally returned to your clit, and the things he did with his tongue alone were going to ruin you for anyone else.  Your legs tightened around him, and he began to move his head, rubbing his face along your thighs and sending you straight into the stratosphere.  

You had never come so loudly - or hard - before in your life, the entire world inking around the edges as bright spots flashed across the back of your eyelids.  Your body finally went slack, your hands tingling as you started to descend.  

“Fuck,” you breathed, your legs shaking as he eased himself out from beneath them.  There was no way you were going to survive another one of those.  

“I hate to say it.”  You really, really hated to.  “But I’m not certain I’m up for a round two.”  

You were sorely regretting not taking Dean up on his offer to relieve you earlier so you could catch a nap.

“Believe it or not, I can have that effect on people.”

You cracked an eye to find him positively preening, smugness splashing self-satisfied across his face.  

“You’re not upset?”   

Most guys you brought back would be, at best, making passive aggressive remarks while getting ready to leave, and, at worst, laying on the guilt trip or pressuring you to continue.

“Seriously?”  His brow shot up.  “I just wrecked you in a single orgasm.  That’s a success in my book.”  

He patted your thigh before sitting up, replacing his clothes in a single snap.  A second comforter appeared in his hands and he buried you beneath it, making sure you were securely tucked in for the night.  “Get some rest.  You’ll need it for tomorrow.”  

A satisfied smile adorned your face as you closed your eyes, the sound of the door opening and closing barely registering.  

***

You couldn’t believe how tired you still were.  There were muscles you’d forgotten existed, a pleasant soreness and exhaustion echoing with every movement you made.  You could barely sit still, the hard booths of the diner not helping, but there was one discomfort that registered above all else.

And you could not have been more pleased.  

“What’s got you in such a good mood?”  Dean asked, his question more idle conversation as he scanned the menu.

You shifted your legs unconsciously, relishing the burn along your thighs.  You thought back to shades of gold between your legs and you couldn’t keep your lips from curling at the edges.  You came up with a suitable excuse, the words about to leave your tongue.  

Before you could speak, someone else chimed in.  

“Can’t a girl just smile?”  Gabriel asked.  “I know it’s a foreign concept for you Gloomchesters, but not everybody makes their living being tall, dark, and broody.”

His fingers drummed along the seat behind you, arm stretched casually along your shoulders.  Every now and then his jacket would graze yours, and you weren’t certain whose awareness he was testing more: yours or your friends’.  

“Remind me why you’re still here?”  Dean demanded, features hardening as he glanced at the archangel.

Sam cleared his throat, and his brother resisted the urge to roll his eyes.   “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the help, but with most of the coven out of the way, cleaning up the stragglers should be like shooting fish in a barrel.  Nothing I’d think would interest you.”

To be fair, it was a valid question.  Even you had been surprised to find him waiting outside the Impala this morning.  

“Normally, it wouldn’t, but…”  He paused, running his fingers thoughtfully over the side of his mug before picking it up.  “Believe it or not, it’s not all about you, Deana-rino, or Jolly Green there.  I’ve got some unfinished business of my own.”  He took a sip of his drink, eyes twinkling as they briefly met yours.  “And I intend to stick around until I take care of it.”  

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[dammitadolfnomorecake]

DMODT 36 - start - Oh Eren... Oh no... Oh honey...

Waking in Levi's arms, Eren's eyes widened at the sight of the man beneath him. He was back. It'd all been a dream and he was back. Thank fuck. He was back and he knew what he had to do now, and that was to find the dragon from his dream. Pushing himself up enough, the omega pressed a kiss to Levi lips, before letting himself drop back down against his alpha's smooth chest. This was his Levi. That other Levi wouldn't have stayed with him like this

"Eren?"

Eren's head shot up as he looked to Levi in shock

"Levi?"

"What are you doing?"

"You're awake!"

"Of course I'm awake... but what are you doing? Do you kiss all the men you sleep with like that?"

"Of course not. Only my boyfriend"

Fuck... Levi's words were turning him into a pile of mush, and they'd only just woken up. Sliding his way up to straddle Levi's lap, he took the man's face into his hands before kissing him deeply. Levi. His Levi! He could scarcely believe it. Caught up in his enthusiasm, he was blind to all the signs that this "wasn't" his Levi. Breaking the kiss, he then nuzzled into Levi cheek 

"Thank god. You were sleeping for so long. Obsydin was in my head and he tried to make me believe you hadn't been sleeping and now I feel like my heart is going to burst with happiness"

"Slow down. I just woke up"

Eren hummed, as he shook his head gently 

"No. I'm not going to waste a single moment with you. Not now you're awake"

Coughing slightly, Eren turned away so he wouldn't cough on Levi 

"Eren..."

Shaking his head, he didn't want to hear it. He was awake. Levi was awake...

"Shhh..."

"We should talk"

"I don't want to. Please, I need you. I've missed you so much. So much"

"Eren..."

Silencing Levi with a kiss, Eren ground down against the man's crotch, feeling him rising to the occasion. He needed him. He needed to hurry up and reconnect with the man he loved. Breaking the kiss, Eren's hands went to his night shirt, pulling the cotton fabric off in one swift move, before taking Levi's hands and placing them on his sides. Removing his hands, he smiled when Levi's remained in place 

"I love you. I love you so much. I was so scared you were gone, so I'm going to make you feel so good..."

"Eren..."

"Shhh... just watch me"

 Wet with want, Eren's smile was still wide as he moved down Levi's legs so he could prop himself up on his hands and knees, while Levi's fingers went to his hair. Taking his alpha's hardening erection in his hand, Eren jerked him slowly, drawing a hiss of appreciation from Levi. Good. He wanted to make his alpha feel so good that he wouldn't leave him alone again. Locking eyes with Levi, Eren lowered his head, licking his slick from the tip of Levi's dick with a long swipe of his tongue then sliding his hand down so he could sink his lips around the length. Though he and Levi usually ended up in such a heated state that they jumped right to fucking, Eren loved sucking Levi off. Hollowing his cheeks, he slid down until he'd taken all he could of Levi's thick erection in his mouth. Eagerly he began to bob his head, drawing more hisses and a moan from Levi. Sex he could do. Oral sex he liked to think he could do quite well, especially when Levi started to fuck into his mouth after only a few moments of enthusiastic sucking. He couldn't help himself. He could taste slick, but he could taste Levi's precum, which had him moaning deeply as he tried to take Levi deeper

"Fuck... shit... I'm going to come down that pretty little throat of yours if you don't slow down"

Humming happily, Eren nodded. Growling, Levi's hands gripped his head tighter. Holding him in place and ruining his fun for the moment 

"I'm going fuck that mouth of yours, then fuck you until you can't walk"

Eren nodded quickly. That sounded like heaven. Especially after that fucked up dream

"Good boy"

Levi did as he promised, Eren holding himself up as Levi fucked his mouth so hard and fast, he couldn't even swallow in time when the man came with no warming. Feeling himself half snort, cum dribble from his nose and lips as his mouth hung open so he didn't ruin the moment by choking. Letting Levi's seed run back down the alpha's shaft, he caught his breath as he drank down what was in his mouth, before using his tongue to clean his up

"Good boy... good omega"

With lust blown eyes, Eren looked up to see Levi smirking down at him. The alpha's eyes were just as hooded and black as his own. Maintaining the gaze he milked the last of the cum from Levi's still hard dick with a smirk of his own

"I think you deserve a reward"

Pulling his lips off with a wet pop, Eren nodded quickly

"Yes, Levi. Whatever you want..."

"Climb up here and sit on my face. You're not to touch yourself"

 Levi slid down a little for him, as he released Eren's hair. Obeying his boyfriends wishes, he whimpered as his heavy dick throbbed with the need to come. His happiness still off the charts as he rose to sit on his heels, while Levi took him by the thighs and applied his mouth to his sipping opening

"You're so fucking wet for me. What an eager little omega... such a pretty shade of pink"

Breaching him slowly with his tongue, Eren moaned openly, his eyes nearly rolling back with pleasure. Ok. Compared to what Levi could do when eating his arse out, his blowjobs were rather pathetic. Sucking down his slick, Eren whimpered as he reached over his pillows to grab the bed head. It was either that or jerk himself off, and he wanted to be Levi's good omega. Soon he couldn't help the way he was fucking himself on Levi's tongue the best he could. The man was eating him so hungrily, he could feel himself close to coming 

"Levi... I'm going to come... feel so good..."

His words stopped Levi, Eren almost crying when the pleasure turned to a throbbing in his arse 

"Levi!"

"You're not to come until I tell you to"

"I can't... I can't hold it"

"You can and you will"

Eren was sure his dick didn't work like that, especially when Levi reapplied his mouth to his opening. Caught so close to the edge, tears started to form as he fought not to. It wasn't until his tears turned to sniffles that Levi pulled off again

"Omega?"

"I have to come... it hurts... I can't hold it"

Levi sighed softly 

"Don't move"

 Climbing out from under him, his alpha then climbed off the bed, before returning a moment later with one of the ribbons Eren used to tie his herb bundles together. Tying it around the base of his throbbing dick, Eren gasped at how tightly Levi tied it 

"You're not allowed to come until I untie it"

Somewhat scared, Eren didn't meet Levi's eyes as he nodded

"Good boy. Keep your hands on the bedhead and don't move"

Finally... finally Levi was going to fuck him.

 Wrapping an arm around his waist, Levi pushed two fingers into Eren and Eren saw starts. Throwing his head back as he orgasmed without coming. His dick so painfully engorged, yet all it could was weep a never ending stream of precum. Chuckling lightly, Levi started to fuck him hard, filling the room with wet squelches 

"Such a hungry pussy. That's what you like to call it, right? You beg me to fuck your pussy every time you get drunk"

"Y-yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir"

Sliding his fingers back, Levi drove three in

"So fucking sloppy for me. Three fingers, I reckon I could get my fist in there. Fuck you like your full of eggs? You loved it, didn't you? Being full of eggs and my dick"

Nodding, he mewed as Levi stopped fucking him in favour of starting to milk his sweet spot 

"You gave up our eggs. That means I can fuck you all I want, when I want. I'm going to fucking fill you, then watch it run out your arse"

Eren's breath caught, what had Levi just said?"

"Don't speak. This is your punishment"

Pulling his fingers out in one smooth and swift move, Eren let out a small cry as Levi suddenly slapped his arse firmly 

"Sir?!"

"I said no speaking"

Six hard slaps were rained down on his arse cheek before Levi paused 

"How many was that?"

"S-six sir"

"And how many eggs did you birth?"

"Sixteen, sir"

"One hit for each egg, but as it seems you can count to seven, we'll have to start again. Count them out loud"

Levi slapped his smarting arse cheek, Eren whimpering

"What was that?"

"One?"

"Good boy"

Slapping him again, Eren whined in pain

"And that one? Come on, I know you can count"

"Two. That was two"

"Good boy"

 Levi delivered 16 slaps, Eren's whole arse burning and throbbing by the end of it. Kissing the skin, Eren sucked in a breath when Levi dragged his tongue up along his spine, positioning himself behind him so he could rut and rub against the teen's arse

"I'm going to fuck you now. Don't ever disobey me again. Do you understand?"

Nodding quickly, he was rewarded by Levi mouthing kisses to his back. Releasing his hold around Eren's waist, Levi took his hips into his hands, pulling him back in order to bury himself in Eren's wet heat. Overwhelmed and oversensitive Eren cried out. He couldn't process anymore. Riding him hard and fast, Eren orgasmed without coming again, while Levi seemed hell bent on burying himself impossibly deep. Yanked down into the alpha's lap, is fingertips were the only part of his hands left on the bedhead. Driving his hips up half a dozen more times, Levi's knot finally flared, the alpha untying the ribbon around his dick while flooding him with seed. Losing control, Eren screamed as he came. Cum splattering across his bedhead, pillow and thighs, promptly wetting himself from the lack of muscle control down there. His arousal had turned to numbness, each thrust from Levi had sent more precum dribbling. Kissing his hair, Levi manoeuvred him backward with him. Sitting him up in his lap

"Eren?"

"Mmm"

That was the best he could manage"

"Ok. I was just making sure you were still conscious"

"I am"

His voice was wrecked from his crying and cries of pleasure 

[valkirsif]

Unthinkable CH26/???

Tom Hiddleston x reader

Word 3500

Warning Smut

Y/N opened eyes feeling the smell of coffee Thomas was already standing, smiled turning to look at what time it was almost 8 o'clock, she had not heard the alarm clock rose put on her robe and went down following the smell of breakfast, home was a silent sign that Luke had not yet arrived, found Tom cooking, came back to mind the first time she happened to be at Rice's house, smiled as came up to him and placed herself on toes to rub nose on his neck,

"Morning Darling" he said turning to kiss her, "A second and breakfast is ready, sit down," smiled as handed her the coffee cup,

"Morning honey and thanks for the coffee" the woman replied settling down, put eggs and salmon in front of her and sat down next, "I will never get used to this kind of breakfast" she laughed, sinking fork in the fish,

"It will be a long day you need energy," the man replied, "I still don't understand how you get to lunch time only with coffee and croissants,"

"Simple in Italy, you eat a mid-morning snack, which is why the breakfast is rather light," Y/N said, "I apologize but the broccoli just can't wake up," finished eating and went to get ready. she would clotes wear in the room before going to the shower,

"Chris and Elsa are still sleeping?" asked, taking out towels and a bathrobe, no answer turned to see where the man was, she didn't have time to ask any more questions, found herself with a hand over mouth and Tom pushing her into the shower while took off  her robe with his free hand,

"Shh silence, Kitty, we don't want to wake up the guests," whispered, freeing her, the woman felt the cold tiles on her back and purred, the man kissed her passionately, leaning on her, slipping his hands on her back, opening the water and hot jet hit them, brought Y/N's legs around his hips, smiled and entered making her moan, the woman clung to his shoulders felt the strong muscles moving fluidly over her, Tom's hands gripping her ass as fucked with force and without delicacy, urgently as if they hadn't seen each other for days,

"Thomas .. I love you" mewed as felt orgasm grow, the man slowed down to look at her, enjoying her pussy that imprisoned him and squeezed in the impetus, kissed her and started digging into her again, played with her ass making arch,

"You're so exciting Kitty" snorted, biting her collarbone, the woman was choking back the groans leaning against the neck of the man who squeezed and enjoyed planting nails on her ass,

"I love you Darling" he said kissing her after a few minutes, "We have to get ready"

Y/N laughed anchored to his hips, showered and dressed, it was almost 9am

"How am I?" she asked nervously, now that they were about to leave the anxiety was starting to rise, kept looking at herself in the mirror, she had chosen a simple lilac blouse and a pair of jeans, loved that violet tone made her feel beautiful, Tom approached watching her,

"Mmm" he groaned seriously, "I wouldn't know love ..",

the woman stared at him in panic she had chosen wrongly?

"Would you rather wear a dress?" she asked,

"..something lacks.." Tom smiled pulling a pendant with a sunflower out of his pocket and putting it around her neck, "Now you're perfect" he smiled caressing her, the woman turned and twisted  fingers to those of the man,

"..you impossible man.." she laughed, loosening the tension, "It's beautiful", the bell rang, the couple got out and welcomed Luke.

"Good morning" greeted the omnipresent pr of Tom "If you are ready the car will wait",

"Do you have everything Darling?" Tom asked putting keys in his pocket and leaving a note for Chris,

"Excuse me," she replied, taking the bag, put the phone in silent before looking at the messages, his family was more excited than she was for her. 'interview,

¥ Nervous Poppy Day? ¥

¥ Not to get anxious but we're all waiting ¥,

knowing that they too would listen to her stirred the most, Phil's message made her laugh heartily,

¥ There is a car ready if you need ¥,

she had no doubt that in case he would have been the driver of the escape, was about to respond when Tom took her hand,

"We're almost there" he smiled as intertwined her fingers, the car stopped and heard the cries of the fans Y/N realized that he was hyper ventilating Tom squeezed her hand,

"Darling a little breath," he said kissing her, the woman smiled at him and followed getting out of the car, the crowd behind the hurdles was excited and happy, the man unsheathed his killer smile and headed for the fans, dragging the woman he was searching for to be as smiling as possible despite the anxiety, the man left her hand to take pictures and sign autographs a secretary followed them to put away the gifts of the fans, it was a good feeling to see him in his smiling and cheerful element moved from one group and the other, ten minutes later Luke approached to warn that it was time to enter,

"A second ..", he replied as walked towards a little girl dressed as Loki,

"I'll walk you inside and get him back," said Luke in a resigned tone, accompanying her inside, the radio staff was waiting for them, the man said goodbye introduced Y/N and went out again to retrieve Tom,

"Pleasure darling accommodated I fear it will take a moment longer" the DJ laughed shaking her hand, "Can I get you something to carry in the meantime?",

"A coffee if it's not too much trouble" she replied clumsily, was so nervous she didn't know how to sit or what to say so just smiled, thanked the secretary and felt calmer, having something in hand distracted her, the coffee was undrinkable for her canons but finished it anyway,

"You seem nervous," the engineer said with a smile, "You have no reason you're among friends here,"

"Is it so obvious? Sorry it's all new to me" she laughed, "I'm more nervous because I don't speak English well rather than for the interview itself",

"Tom's office warned us, relax there is a translator in case you need it," the engineer replied, motioning for a woman to come closer, "She is Francesca," said, introducing her,

"Pleasure and thanks for your assistance" being able to speak her language calmed her, while they waited for Tom the sound engineers put the earpiece on and did the sound check,

"Here is the idol of the crowds" laughed the dj going to meet the man, "Now that you've done the full of screams can we start?"

"Certainly," Tom laughed in return, hugging the man, "Did you treat my queen well while I was out?" he went to the stool next to that of Y/N,

"They were very kind Thomas," the woman replied, reaching out to kiss him, the engineers fixed the microphone and headphones and gave the director time to start broadcasting.

"Well woke up London, here is Jason Finch who brought you a special guest!!" the man gestured to Tom who took the floor,

"Thanks Jason and good morning to all" he smiled

"I believe that presentations are not needed, but in case you listened only now Tom Hiddleston is with us this morning," began Jason cheerfully, "Friend, I have to tell, you left a trail of broken hearts after the official announcement of the engagement."

"I am as surprised as you, I went on vacation to relax" he laughed reaching for Y/N, "I didn't think I would meet such a special and unique woman",

"She must be really special for having conquered Asgard's most beloved super villain," said Jason, laughing in turn, "But we hear from you how you did it, ready to answer your curiosity, there is Y/N directly from Italy", anxiety was at most the woman lacked air, took a deep breath

"Hi Jason and good morning to all, sorry for my bad English" she began fearfully, Tom squeezed her hand,

"So many questions have arrived, the most obvious is how did you meet?"

"In the classic way, a mutual friend invited me to spend a couple of weeks with him, in theory we should have been alone, then he calls me one evening saying he would come with a friend," replied Y/N smiling.

"How was the meeting with Tom, I guess I was nervous"

"I didn't know who the friend was and I have to admit that it was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life," she laughed,

"Were you embarrassed? But if you completely ignored me!" Tom laughed jokingly, "Our friend told me that she was a fan and I was prepared for that kind of welcome, instead nothing threw herself at him snubbing me"

"Why did you feel embarrassed? We are curious!"

"Thomas is right as soon as I saw my friend I didn't understand anything anymore, I hadn't seen him for months so the guest took second place" the woman laughed, "Until cleared his throat i  recognized him in a second, I tried to stay calm but my brain had pulled the plug, the embarrassment was due to my clothing” she blushed at that memory,

"You were lovely," said Tom, smiling at her,

"You find me lovely even disheveled when you wake up" replied Y/N looking at him, "Well I hoped to be able to keep the humiliation private.. strangely my friend was early.. when he arrived I was still wearing my old pajamas with penguins and I was adjusting my hair so I had cellophane on my head” she concluded blushing, Jason burst out laughing

"I imagine the scene, so girls now you know, the secret to winning over someone is being yourself" he said, "I'm curious, how did you imagine the meeting with him?"

"More or less like all the fans" she replied, "In my case I imagined a party with a princess-style dress on a moonlit terrace, in short, the extreme romantic" she laughed, "Instead I was in pajamas with purple hair under the plastic and he seemed destroyed by the journey, reality is much more fun than romantic fantasies" shook her head,

"It was love at first sight then" Jason asked, the couple looked at each other,

"I wouldn't say" replied Tom "I was not in the right spirit to start a new relationship, I just needed a place to relax and concentrate on work and when our friend invited me I immediately accepted, he lives in a very isolated area perfect for stay away from everything and I have to admit that when he told me about Y/N I was a little nervous but I changed my mind in a day" he laughed,"She treated me like a friend right away making me feel at home" he concluded

"Y/N instead tell us how it was for you" Jason urged,

"Obviously I was fascinated by him, I'd be lying if I said the opposite, but I thought that it didn't make sense to freak out for someone I didn't know in the end, what we see on social media and at the cinema doesn't always reflect reality, so I behaved like with a person I just met" the less fearful woman began, "To find out that it is exactly how we all see it, the first morning I was preparing breakfast Thomas came up behind me and we started dancing, and this is just one of the many things that make it irresistible, have been the best holidays of my life” she laughed cheerfully,

"Friends listeners, let's take a short break and come back with the hottest details," said Jason, starting the music. "Fanny would bring some water please," the man in the intercom asked,

"The switchboard is saturated, I pass the question sheet with J," said the engineer, Jason raised his thumb,

"Thank you dear," said, taking the list that Fanny passed to him after placing the bottles on the table, "Wow they are unleashed, they ask for everything .." he laughed, scrolling through the questions, "..I will avoid those pushes, Y/N do you feel like answering more personal questions? Most want to know about your first kiss and similar things," the woman looked at Tom, she didn't want to expose too much but understood curiosity,

"If we don't go on too personal it's okay, Thomas what do you say" she asked the man, knew how much cared about his privacy,

"The charity evening was beautiful I gladly share those memories," he replied, moving to kiss her,

"Great, 2 minutes and we are live again" Jason started, "And here we are again, during the break other questions have arrived, I apologize to the most curious but this is a morning broadcast and some questions cannot be asked.. if you understand what I mean" he laughed slyly,"Let's go back to our happy couple, when you went from friends to something more? So we want to know about the first kiss, strange and embarrassing like the first meeting?!" asked, Tom took the first word,

"I would say unexpected, we were at the charity dinner that UNICEF organizes every year in Paris, I extended the invitation to our friend and Y/N, we had dinner and we threw ourselves into the dances, she was so beautiful that when a stranger showed an interest in bothering me, selfishly I wanted it all for myself, I asked if she wanted to go away and I took her to my favorite place in the city.." he paused,

"Did you follow him without asking questions?" Jason intervened,

"Honestly the only thing I wanted at that point was to take off my shoes.." the woman replied laughing, "..you have no idea what it means to be on the 12th heel all evening, I was in pieces, Thomas promised me I could do without the shoes and I followed him, when we got out of the car I have to admit that I thought I was dreaming.. there was everything, the moon, an arch of wisteria and the city lit up as a background, I was going to make a joke when he took my face in his hands and kissed me.. " concluded with a sigh,

"..I think I never apologized for doing it without asking permission, but you were irresistible .." the man said, shaking her hand,

"The extreme romantic always works" laughed Jason, "Since that night have you become the couple you are now?",

"I would not say, it may seem absurd but we both experienced it as the classic holiday story, fun but without commitment" replied Tom,

"So, when the holidays are over, did you just say goodbye?" he asked falsely, "Are you all on your toes when you realized that it wasn't a summer story?"

"As far as I'm concerned, I understood how I felt when I saw some twitter photos of him with a brunette, it was a cold shower.." Y/N said,

"Wait a minute.. which brunette Tom?" Jason inserted,

"Sammy, my oldest and dearest friend, we were shopping for her wedding but obviously it became my new flame right away," the man laughed,

"A few days later I was invited to the set and when I saw it again I didn't know how to behave in order not to betray myself" the woman resumed, "Fortunately there was Evans, otherwise I admit that I would have gone mad" laughed, "The next day I was about to leave when I was taken prisoner by Loki.."

"Taken prisoner, I only invited you to stay, when I saw her I decided to tell everything, I came forward the evening after dinner but it seemed that she didn't try the same things so I stepped aside and let her leave the day after",

"Then other friends arrived to finish the holiday together and I tried to distract myself, on the last night we went to a masquerade party at Disney for the inauguration of the marvel area, I didn't expect Evans to be there, he gave me having said that Tom was looking for me when I returned to the room, I called him.."

"Excuse you and Evans?"

"He is an exceptional man and a very good friend, we should probably thank him if we are together" laughed Y/N,

"Definitely yes, when she left we found ourselves at lunch and the conversation came out and he told me how she felt," said Tom, "When she called me, I managed to convince her to see us one last time before her departure, I am not luckily closed eyes, Sammy was in town and joined me to give me a hand” he laughed,

"When the door opened for me, the blood in my veins was frozen. I felt so stupid, I confess I was going to leave, luckily I didn't, once Sammy left we talked," said Y/N with a smile , "I have to tell you Thomas really knows how to woo a woman"

“According to story" came about under Jason, "We had guessed from the choice of the scenography for the first kiss, now we want to know everything"

"I am an old man, for me it was important that she felt comfortable, I prepared a speech that I could not make, I was too nervous and I missed the words" he laughed, "I had brought the his favorite flowers and when she was distracted to look at them I took the opportunity to pull out the ring and get down on my knees and as far as it sounds absurd she told me yes" he laughed,

"If it seemed absurd to you try to think what could have been for me," replied Y/N, "in less than an hour I had gone from being broken to being told that he loved me, made close my eyes and brought me to another room and when I opened them again it felt like being in a greenhouse, sunflowers and roses in every corner, impossible not to feel loved and cuddled in such a scenario, I admit that I was distracted” she laughed,

"I guess our listeners are sighing at this point, as far as I'm concerned they are overdosed by romance and, incidentally, friend these things really raise the bar of women's expectations very much," Jason laughed, "How can we mere mortals to woo a companion with a simple bouquet of flowers? "

"I think everyone should start again to appreciate romance and courtship even if it seems old-fashioned, with the technology and haste that is around today we have lost the taste for certain things," Tom said seriously, "I like it see how Y/N smiles when I bring her flowers or make breakfast", the woman smiled at him more and more she understood his gentleman's side and appreciated every nuance,

"For me it was strange the first few times, if you're not used to it all this romance is deadly, but it's so easy to get used to it" sighed smiling Y/N, the conversation turned to Tom's work and his projects, the interview ended after a couple of hours,

"Thanks guys it was a real pleasure, Y/N it was fun to be able to torture you live" laughed hugging her, the couple greeted the staff and left, Tom stopped a few minutes with the most hardened fans they had waited for during the live broadcast before following Luke and get in the car.

"Did it go well according to you?" asked Y/N, "I was so nervous", the man stroked her face smiling,

"You have been perfect darling, your English is improving visibly and surely everyone will have noticed how sweet you are" he said kissing her, "We spend a second in the agency and then we reach Sammy and David for lunch if it's okay for you", the woman nodded cheerfully, liked Sammy's company and was curious to meet the groom, arrived at the agency a secretary brought him the mail,

"Miss these are the passport forms, you have to sign them right away so we take them to the embassy to proceed" she said to Y/N who looked at her confused, she hadn't thought that without a passport she couldn't leave for America,

"Here and thanks in the excitement of the move I hadn't thought of the documents" she replied, giving her back the signed documents, she noticed Tom's serious expression while was talking to the press officer and came up thinking that the interview had gone worse than he thought,

"Everything okay Thomas?" She asked thoughtfully, the press clerk smiled at her and went back to his office, it seemed strange to her,

"Nothing important" he smiled changing expression, "We can go" said greeting his staff and taking her by the hand, the journey to the restaurant was strange, the man kept smiling and talking cheerful but something was wrong, as if the atmosphere was tense.

[shazyloren]

Lustful Affair: Chapter 2 - Frog and Parrot

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13083426/chapters/29954562 ------ You look ridiculous. Rey had caught the sight of herself in a reflection off of a shop window as they walked out into the night. The bar that Rose had suggested they go to was a casual drinking bar, so Rey had decided to wear a crochet black crop top with wide leg black and white striped trousers. A leather jacket accompanied it. Rose had said she'd looked good, but she secretly wondered if she was questioning her taste in fashion. Blowing the idea off as ridiculous she continued to follow Finn. There was students about everywhere, but they all seemed to be walking in the direction they'd just come from. Rose was right, the bar Finn loved so much was a lot quieter than the centre of the city in which Students lined the street to get into the big clubs. The bar itself was called the Frog and Parrot. It had an almost indian vibe in it's decoration and the booths had drapings over them for privacy. It was a real charming place. Purples and pinks and oranges and yellows streamed the room, and two big bay windows let it light during the day but it was illuminated by fairy lights at night. "I've never seen a bar like this before" Rey spoke in a sort of trance with the place. "The one and only Frog and Parrot" Finn grinned. "Watch out for Lenny, the bartender. Speak to him for too long and he'll start showing you photos of his eight dogs" Rey just laughed him off initially, but in her eye line, she caught sight of some photos on the wall behind the bar of various dogs. So she decided to take his word. They walked over to the only spare booth and while she and Rose climbed in, Finn went to the bar to get drinks. "Warning, he'll come back with shots" Rose stated. Rey's eyes went wide. She'd never done shots before. In all fairness, she'd only ever drunk three times in her life. Her eighteenth birthday, christmas last year and her nineteenth birthday. And she'd only ever had a gin and tonic and some wine. But she knew that University meant heavy drinking nights, she was prepared for anything! And Rose was right. Finn came back to the table with not only three Gin and Tonics but three shots of Jager. Wanting to rip it off like a bandaid she did the shot straight away. Initially she didn't feel anything, but then, suddenly it hit her like a train. "Jesus Christ!" Rey gagged. "That was not nice" "Have you never had Jager before?" Finn asked in shock. "Remember, Jakku" Rey implored. Finn just nodded in understanding. A few hours past and some more drinks and conversation flowed. Rey didn't think she could have started university life off any better. When it turned to ten, the music came on a little louder and Rose decided to wanted to Dance. So she and Rey got up into a space on the floor and started to boogie away. Finn was trying to get a clap going but everyone else in the bar was too sloshed to join in. The song in particular, a Michael Jackson one that Rey recognise, was perfect for Rey's shimmy she had going on. "Man those trousers look so good on you" Rose stated. "I'm too short for maxi trousers like that" "Thank you" Rey smirked, the alcohol in her system meant she was a little on edge. "And no you're not" Many of the men in the room kept eyeing her and Rose up. Finn was having to act like a bodyguard at some points. Men not being able to keep it in there pants was nothing new to Rey. Jakku was a hive of sexual activity, you couldn't get away from it sometimes. Rey had only recently discovered sex however, a handsome-ish farm boy who's name escaped her. It hadn't really been anything special. The song finished pulling Rey out of distance memories and she all of a sudden got the giggles. Wow I do not mix well with shots. She was in a funny mood when Rose's eyes widened and her mouth went slack. "Rey" She nearly choked. "Dreamboat at three 'o'clock" Rey turned her head, and she too felt a choke in her throat. Jesus fucking christ. He was tall, very tall. Possibly, six three. His hair was black, thick curls and waves. His eyes were dark and ageless, they held such a mystery to them. He wore a black jumper on jeans combination and when he pushed his hair out of his eyes Rey felt something awaken inside of her that she had never felt before. He was absolutely divine. He was with two others, a slightly shorter ginger haired and bearded man who gave the impression of being better than anyone else. And a very tall blond woman who seemed to walk like a goddess through the pub. Rey suddenly felt very self conscious of herself and staggered over to the bar, dragging rose with her and demanding several shots of vodka. "Let me get you your drinks ladies" Rey felt her innerd curl in want. American. She felt her breath leave her chest. Curse this attractive voice. She turned slowly, preparing herself to face him. His eyes caught hers straight away. "That's not necessary" Rey replied curtly. Rose was wide eyed at it all, she made a small mewing noise all the while Rey spoke to him. This man was... Divine. He was possibly the most attractive man she'd ever seen, and he wasn't even classically handsome. He was... different. His eyes darkened at Rey's response, it toyed with her, making her chest feel heavy. "I insist" He said deliciously. Rey, felt her mouth water at the ease of which words rolled of his tongue. It was rich and deep, like honey and melted butter. "You win" Rey rolled her eyes, anything to distract herself from the attractive man that had just taken over every fibre in her body. Rose mewed again beside her and that was the cue to get back to Finn. She and Rose accepted the drinks and said their thank yous. They returned to the booth with Finn but all the while Rey could feel eyes burning into her head. "Jesus that man is attractive" Rose said when she sat down as if she was coming out of some sort of trance. "Tall, mysterious and white... god you women are so predictable" Finn rolled his eyes. "Easy now tiger, you're still the one for me" Rose warned with a raised eyebrow. "But damn..." Rey wasn't listening. She was too busy making eye contact with the guy across the room. The man and woman next to him were chatting animatedly but he was just gazing at her. Rey knew he was undressing her with his eyes, but she didn't mind. She drank her drink as she connected with this man without words. It could've been minutes. It could have been hours. But she didn't speak, she just stared at him, and her her. Suddenly, her drink was empty. "Does she know she's been staring at him for twenty minutes?" Rey distantly heard Finn's voice. "I don't think so" She answered back. "But his friends haven't noticed he's been doing the same" Rey was entranced. She needed a breather. She closed her eyes and turned to face Rose. Suddenly the lights felt too much and the music too loud. "Rose, do you feel... fuzzy" Rey was worried her drink had been spiked. "No, he's just a man" She cackled. "I don't mean that... I feel roofied" Rey struggled to speak. "Won't happen, Lenny has a keen eye he would've noticed" Finn implored. "Go to the bathroom or something" Rey scrunched her face up. "What? Women always go to the bathroom when they worried about something. Actin' like the mirror is going to give them a talk back" "Finn you're an idiot" Rose sighed. Rey got out of her seat. "Er, are you going to the bathroom?" "I do actually need a wee" Rey shrugged. Rose and Finn shook their heads with smiles on their faces. Rey just got up and hobbled off on her heels to the loos. When she entered the women's toilet she closed the cubicle and did her business. It was hot in the bar so coming to the loos she managed to clear her head. Although, she only thought of the attractive man who she had not so subtly been eye fucking. Rey thought that perhaps she'd gone mad, so when she was washing her hands, she was angrily muttering to herself about not falling for the first sexually attractive guy she's seen since arriving in the city. Get yourself together Rey. Shaking her head she grabbed the handle of the door and left the loo, only to be greeted by the very thing she'd been moaning at herself about. He is stunningly attractive. "Er, hi" She said awkwardly. She notices his mouth tugs into a small smirk. "Can I-" His mouth was on hers, slow at first but furious after a few seconds. She was shocked, aroused and confused all at the same time. Her brain was telling her to stop this mad kiss that was happening, but she didn't want to. Her heart was having too much fun. And so, she kissed him back, with vigour. He tasted like Red wine, and mints. An indulgent mix. Their tongues collided as he had her pinned against the wall outside the loos. It wasn't exactly private, anyone could walk in any second... He read her mind and broke the kiss apart, panting as their foreheads touched and she felt her lungs catch fire. "I'm Kylo, by the way" He breathed raspily. "Rey" Was all she could say in reply. "Rey..." The way he said her name made her moan. She'd never heard it spoken so erotically before. "Rey, do you wanna go somewhere more private?" Her brain was screaming at her to be reasonable. But her body was aching to feel that sort of kiss all over. She was in a tussle as this man was in a close proximity to her. She followed her heart. "Yes"