#no noses cus thats how I roll

[smuttyazrael]

Can you maybe do a smut where sirius is fucking female reader in his padfoot form while readers brother james is hilding her open and licker her up and maybe also fucking her while sirius fucks james as padfoot or in human form? Only if your comfortable

Loving Jamie

Word count: 885

Summary: James's sister loves her brother James. James wants to share that with Sirius.

Warnings: Sexual intercourse, fingering, beastiality (sorta, I don't really classify it as personally because its still a human with human thoughts even if he turns into a dog.) anal, oral, threesome, incest.

"Jamie!" You yell getting home from hanging out with your friends. Both of you are home from Hogwarts. Mom and dad are at work. Last you saw Sirius was over as well.

You run up the stairs calling his name. Your short black skirt bouncing as you go. Your tits are bouncing around your red crop top.

"In here, Y/N" you hear your brother James yells from what sounds like his room. You walk to his room and walk in. You see him sitting on his bed reading and a black dog lying on the bed napping.

"Jamie! How was your day?" You squeal bouncing on to his bed waking the dog. "Sorry puppy." You pet the dog beside you.

"It was calm. Sirius and I planned some pranks for back at Hogwarts then we talked about when Remus and Peter get here. Remus will be coming for the full moon. So you need to be good." James tells you.

"I will be. I hope Remus will be okay for the full moon." You say with a frown on your face.

"He will be, princess." James replies while getting up.

"Where you going?" You ask concerned.

"Gotta pee." James turns to tell you as he's walking out the door.

Slowly the dog starts nudging you. You can feel its cold nose press against your belly. You laugh rolling onto your back. He walks aroud the bed sniffing you will you giggling at the snorts and sniffle noises he is making.

He reaches your pussy and bats his nose against you clit. You moan. "Puppy. Silly puppy." You say patting his head thats in between your legs.

The dog shoves his nose into your pussy. You let out a gasp. The dog starts licking your pussy and this causes his nose to rub your clit. You grab on to the sheets moaning loudly.

"Puppy. You can't do that." You gasp out between moans. The dog just keeps licking and you get slick with your juice. The dog licks faster rubbing your clit faster causing you to moan louder.

"Getting your pussy licked, Princess." You hear James say. "Does it feel good?" He comes and whispers in your ear. He pulls your top above your tits and rolls your nipples in between his fingers.

"Yeah, Jamie. It feels so good." You moan out. "I'm gonna cum, puppy!" You yell out your pussy tightening over air. You feel empty as you cum squirting your juice for the puppy to lick up.

The puppy licks it up happily. James leans over kissing you. "Jamie, I need more." You beg him as he pulls away.

"You want more. Greedy little princess." James says pulling away.

He pulls his pants off. His hard cock hiting his abs with a thwack. He pushes himself in between the puppy and you. He rubs his cock around your pussy gathering you slick. He then thrusts into you. You and him both groan out. The puppy behind James. He groans out.

"Lick my balls." He says. You give him a confused look as he thrusts into you. "Puppy is licking my ass."

He suddenly moans out and you see the puppy above James's shoulders. You look down and see James's cock thrusting in and out of you and puppy's cock thrusting in and out of James. You moan. All of a sudden you see Sirius on top of James. You jump in shock. James moans as he sinks deeper into your cunt.

"Fuck James. You feel amazing." Sirius says thrusting in and out of James. "Play with her clit."

James reaches down flicking your little bean and sucking on your tit. Your nipple rolling between his teeth. He switches sides. Causing you to clamp down on him cumming hard with a scream. He yells out cumming deep into you coating your walls in his cum. Sirius groan cumming with him, into James's hole.

Sirius and James roll off of you. James pulling out of you. You whimper missing the feeling. "You want Sirius's cock baby girl?" James asks panting beside you looking into your eyes. You nod.

Sirius climbs over James and flips you over. He lifts your butt so it is in the air and thrusts into you in one hard thrust with his wet cock. He pounds you into the mattress. Your tits bouncing with every thrust. Your clawing the mattress moaning like an animal. He reaches down and rubs your clit. You feel the coil in your belly tighten. Your moans become a higher pitch. Sirius just smirks at James. You cum clamping down on him milking him as he cums. He groans and pulls out after. He rolls off of you into the spot James just vacated.

"How was that princess?" Sirius asks you while panting still.

"Thank you Siri." You say cuddling up to his chest. Not having anymore energy. He wraps his arms around you.

"Lets all get some sleep we need it." James tells you all.

You just nod against Sirius's chest. Closing your eyes and falling asleep almost instantly with Sirius's and James's cum dripping out of your pussy. Sirius rolls you two over so he is spooning you. He plays with your tits as you sleep, helping him calm down enough to fall asleep as well.

[lexezombie]

I saw other people making their own Ex's for John Dory so I thought I'd give it a shot,,, oh and add a child cus thats kinda my thing lol

SO MEET: Aster - JD's ex-boyfriend; Rock-Troll, Gay & #1 Dad Sprig - JD's daughter; Really into cowboys, dolphins and is banned from the candy dish

to add some lore: JD knows about her (or at least knew about the egg) - He actually was the one to throw the name Sprig out there (He liked it since it reminded him of both Branch and Spruce). Aster ended up keeping it cus he liked it too.

Is Aster mad that JD left? Absolutely. Well, he use to be? He kinda got over it and is kinda vibing with being a single dad. He does want to find JD and make him pay child support tho,,,

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Sprig has absolutely no idea who JD is. She also doesn't know just how much she looks like him... They have pretty similar personalities too-- she's got her dads awkward smile, nose, his hair colour and even his questionable taste in fashion. She's 100% got ADHD <<

The only voice I can imagine for her at all is Amy Poehler; specifically her roll as Bessie in Mighty B! it fits way too well lmao

I also like to think Aster seduced JD by singing Scorpions 'No One Like You'

[agandar]

nwos ramblings time

first of all WOOHOO YAHOO WAHA NEW TRAILER YIPPEE!!!

second of all. 2025. puts head in hands it's fine it's cool im patient it's not that long <- exploding

third. actual trailer thoughts.

it looks GREAT i REALLY LIKE IT

i really adore the artstyle they've used for the 3d models, they aren't as jarring as the old ones (which i didnt like at first but they grew on me) and still look real nice and stylized - a little nit picky but sometimes the mouths look? odd?? but like eh whatever. the noses too sometimes but again. eh whatever.

i will say though. i like the artstyle but. laytons new model. im kinda. iffy on it. at least right now it's prolly gonna be the old 3d models situation again where i gotta adjust then i can appreciate them in their own way but as of the moment. im kinda. hmmmm. i'll need to see them more in action too of course but right now he just feels. off. at times it looks fine and then others it looks odd. there's the outfit change, sure, which i wasnt the greatest fan of but i hardly hate it - i just prefer his big ol thick coat and sweater. that's fine, that isnt the problem, but he just. his whole shape language just feels! off! that man is a cylinder!! rounded squares!! reassuring and reliable!! in this he kinda looks like a triangle! maybe it's just the one idle pose cus we didnt see much STILL. part of what i liked about him is that this man is a TUBE. he is the cardboard tube that cain killed his brother with. now though he's looking less tube and more rolled up carpet with a rubber band on. but then again who knows these are just my initial gut reactions! maybe layton just decided he wanted to go to the club in which case slay king go for it also his head just looks like a touch too big but maybe that's also just my brain imagining things

also. luke's model. perfect no notes fantastic bowtie

the 3d cutscenes looked really nice which im pleasantly surprised by BUT i really hope they wont be used to like. replace 2d cutscenes. i dont imagine they will since they're a staple of the series but still.

kinda hope it stays like what we saw in the trailer where it's just layton's musings and lukes thoughts on things, maybe interspersed a bit throughout the gameplay where they need to be like 'look he picked up a thing here's a quick shot of it!' just yknow complimentary stuff and little moments. then again though i'd love for them to prove me wrong i just still have miracle mask cutscene ptsd

either way i like them so far and i hope this might mean we get a few more cutscenes where we can just see layton and luke interacting with stuff more. and also give us more swordfighting because i mean. layton swordfighting. it's the first time we've seen him in ages i'd be there trying to shove as many layton swordfights in as possible, finally give him a sword to just have on him at all times so that every single cutscene there's always the potential he'll just whip it out

the 2d art we have seen FANTASTIC i LOVE IT it's GREAT and the environments (or environment we've only seen like one) is DELIGHTFUL im so glad to see that good ol layton architecture im so excited to see more, ive always adored how environments and backgrounds are stylized also LITTLE LUKE AND LITTLE LAYTON SURVEYING THE SCENE!! THEY ARE JUST. IN THE CORNER. THEY ARE LOOKING!! it's a really small detail but it's GREAT i really hope it wont be just the one area

i also really like the hud we've seen so far, it looks clean without being obstructive or distracting - was a bit worried how they'd make it work on switch but so far it looks good still a bit worried about the memo just cus i know i will be playing mostly docked and memo functions with joysticks are. eck. but like hey im the one thats gonna opt out of using a stylus so that's on me, hopefully we can just stamp some stuff like circles and numbers maybe and that'll be enough

lastly though THE MUSIC!!! YEAHHH LAYTON MUSIC!!! layton music is always good this is no exception, absolutely looking forward to eventually having this new puzzle music ingrained in my mind after staring at a puzzle for 4 hours really been liking what we've been hearing so far it's got the good ol Layton Rhythm and the signature accordion but with a new twist i like, more brass instruments it sounds like man i cannot WAIT to hear what the title theme will sound like they always manage to pop off with the main theme

ok well anyway. managed to write a small opinion piece of a 3 minute trailer so that goes to show the grip this has on me. maybe this will finally spur me into finally doing art like ive been meaning to for uhhh checks watch. over. a year now. uhhhh anyway i think i've been writing this in snippets over the course of like an hour as i thought of more things to add but i dont have anything more at the moment so i am going to let this post go now to live in the wilderness. be free

[pinkseas]

[parasocial bestie] sorry i got passionate. it may or may not b them in ur post but thats my automatic thought.

anyway wanna hear that i had zhongli xiao went to fishing once it was crazy i was thinking abt them Finding Solace thrugh another personal brainrot i have where xiao gets thru pretty rouch repercussions from the chasm and now chasm crew AND zhongli gets involved in his recovery its sad it hurts like shit that xiao contemplates more abt his existence to Keep Living and the chasm crew emphasizes that thru different perspectives and zhongli pops in and out for narrative purposes thats got him even more Mixed and they had a Necessary talk for the story. a talk that xiao finally breaks. i think. yeahgh. they reconcile they find a Little peace esp for xiao who finally mourns properly abt bosacius' loss and zhongli is there to comfort him and i break everysay thinking abt that brainrot i thinj and like

Anyway zhongli gets stupidly giddy with the lil progress theyre having and then outta nowhere afrer xiao is Okay he invites him to go fishing. the dude does Not Get it. is that a lumine influence or is he actually succumbing into karmic insanity he doesnt know but he follows the Geo Archon Definitely Not Fisherman to the marsh thats got fishes and just waits. for an hour probably sitting with a fishing rod waiting in silence he feels stupider by the minute but doesnt wanna point that to zhongli. turns out they forgot the worm bait and the Scrutinization the Seriousness they both have to stick the worm onto the hook is a detail all details i have there makes me crazy. anwyay even with the bait it takes another hour. zhongli goes ok fuck it then Remember when bonanus used to do this (goes knee deep into the lake, sleeves up pants rolled) and guess what the very formal very elegant funeral consultant reverts into a feral uncle just catching fish witg his hands and XIAO DOESNT FUCKING GET ITTT like shishou my lord mr zhongli why are you doing that and hes like TRY THIS KIDDO ITS SO FUN as he gets slapped in the face with jumping fish. xiao gets in but a lot more soaked cus hwo cares abt his outfit in the water bro hes anemo. then hahahwhrshhehehehehe uh oh xiao gets fish slapped next and guess whst happens zhongli goes full on guizhong to splash more water at him xiao gets SO SUSPRISED BUT HESITANT SO ZL SPLASHES MORE and gets absolute destroyed when xiao made up his mind getting over respecting him as his lord to a mere friend of his level. they splish sploosh splash water wars it was fun it was hAPPY theyre both smiling squealing xiao has almost never done this before neither did zhongli but he's seen how parents get to be playful with their little kids and xiao is No Little Kid but he wants to take the chance to introduce a little fun to xiao anwyay even if it gets them Soaked as Hell and theyre dumping themselvws under the water kicking it to their faces coughing when their noses get filled too much of it THEY STILL CHASE THE JUMPING FISHES TOO that rlly spices up the whole scene bcno one forgets theyre Supposed to get fish but theyre doing it caveman style and THEN THERES A HUGEASS FISH JUMPING OUT AND XIAO IMPULSIVELT JUMPS FOR IT but gets carried down into the water zhongli was like XIAO NO and plucking him out bc xiao doesnt let the big fish go AND IS STILL HOLDING IT it keeps slapping his face getting them both even wetter when zhongli lifts them both above the surface xiao gets irritated likr STOP FUCKING MOVING HE KARATE CHOPS IT DEAD so anyway thats how verr goldet gets there absolutely horrified at zhongli xiao standing at the reception soaked to the core and the former was holding an abnormally big fish and the latter going "do u have any spare clothes and towels? also we'd like to give this to yanxiao as thanks" and the inn staff has a nice buffet of a big ass fish grill while zhongli xiao chills in their room drying and doing lil comfy dad son things (explodes into a million pieces)

crying shaking bawling sobbing i dont even know what to SAY i love every single little thing about this dear LORD. this is so fucking perfect the time spent waiting the Forgetting the concentration before zhongli finally says fuck it we ball. THE TWO OF THE GETTING SLAPPED... THE WATER FIGHT.......... im genuinely going to fucking explode oh my God. this is everythign to me. they are everything to me.

thinking so hard about xiao chasm repercussions now ive thought about it short term (obviously) but never really long term......... eyes Wide Fawking Open right now ESPECIALLY with both the full crew And zhongli being involved in his recovery mgngnfgmmnfnmgmnfnmfnm god. God.

[kurious-nekoie]

It started off as a simple lesbian pic with a really pastel color palette then it turned into a candy universe which I have no idea what to do with cus I have way too many other universes on my hand already. Srsly tho, I love them.

(not a cigarette. its a lollipop cus i dont condone that shit for my pure teen babie)

Also it’s canon that the daughter got her scar cus she had tried to copy her mother’s scar when she was young. God i love this daredevil daughter ughk my heart.

[tatakaetime07]

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ What Eddie Munson would be like the first time your sick hcs

A/n:Sooo I'm just gonna pretend Vol.2 never happened and that Eddie's fine,cus I'm currently in denial,but no promises I won't make sum super angsty stuff👀,also sry if this is a bit short

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader!

Summary: How would your boyfriend Eddie react when you get sick?

Warnings:Slight cursing,bit of fluff

Word count-426

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-Tbh if you were sick Eddie would literally act like the world was ending,you'd have to assure him you weren't dying and just had a simple cough

-After that he'll refuse to leave ur side,and since your parents are always conveniently gone(😉),he'll make it so you don’t have to get up,which you would roll your eyes at but thank him anyway

-He would also try to skip school but u would scold him on how education was important and ultimately would win due to him being pushover

-Although it would end with something like,“Fine,fine,but when I come back you better be sleeping.”You'd narrow your eyes at him but just puff out a simple sure.

-Of course at school he's super worried,constantly wanting to check up on you and see if you had died,and Dustin would try and calm him down.But he knew he could never really when it came to his friends beloved partner

-As soon as that school bell rang he would run so quick to his car.He would stop by a gas station and look for cheap soup brands and would get a thing of chocolates.He wasn't really sure what to get a sick person but be tried his best.

-Once he got to your house and used the key under your doormat to get in,his heart would immediately melt at the sight before him.

-There you were sleeping on your living room couch with a million tissues surrounding you,your nose and cheeks all red.He felt terrible seeing how miserable you looked and kneeled right next to you,gently stroking your cheek

-You would peak open your eyes,which would scare the fck outta him.You would laugh at him but he would look over to you with a betrayed expression.

-”How long have you been awake??”

-”Long enough to know your a giant softie.”

-He would scoff but would scooch you over as to make room for him on the couch

-”Do you want to get sick?”

-”If it means spending time more with you then hell yea.”

-You would then both fall asleep in each other's arms,cuddling the shit out of each other.It would be rather short lived tho cus you would end up running to the bathroom and throwing up lmao.He would hold your hair back whiles silently freaking out

-”Thats its babe let it all out,OH HOLY SHI-”

-So he'll generally just be super over protective and be on ur ass to take vitamins and stuff,but he would def get sick too and u would have to take care of him then lol

[rafes-girl4ever]

high by the beach

!smut , daddy kink , smoking , influences , aftercare ,weed , cumming on the stomach ,  female recieving head ,wrap it before you tap it !                                                                                                                                                                 

“y/n baby get your pretty ass in here” peters stoned mouth said and of course you listened to him “coming daddy” you said as you rushed from your room to the sitting room in your pjama pants and crop top “how can i help daddy?” you asked him “princess come here and sit on daddys lap while i roll my joint” peter rolled the joint and began to smoke he grabbed you closer to his body keeping you close “ you want a hit baby?” peter asked “yes please daddy” you opened your mouth for him to put the joint in and you pursed your lips around the edge and inhaled and then exhaled no problem “thats my girl” peter said proudly taking the joint into his mouth and  inhaling and then before he exhaled he pulled your mouth to his and exhaled in your mouth and then you exhaled  thru your nose “peter?” “yes baby” “maybe this is the weed but can we fuck now daddy”  you asked “god baby thought youd never ask” peter said as he took you off of his lap and placed you on the couch , he began to take your pj pants off and then your panties “holy fuck darling your soaking, who made you this wet baby?” you blushed and avoided eye contact “y-you did peter” you stuttered , peter grabbed your chin  and said “i want you too look at me do i make my self clear?” you nodded  “do i make myself clear?, tell me” “ y-you m-make yourself clear daddy” you said looking him in the eyes “good girl now let me see if i can make you cum with my mouth huh baby?” “please daddy , please” peter the began to kneel down and then slowly began kitten licking your pussy he started of slow going faster and faster and then sucking your clit “holy f-fuck peter ima cum , ima cum mhhh” you said trying to grind on his face but his strong hand keeping you down “its ok baby you can cum, common baby come for daddy” you eyes rolled back while you came and shouted peters name “you ok baby?” peter asked you, and you just giggled and smiled and said “mhh daddy please put your cock in me please i need it so bad” peters erection was as big as it could get at this point and god was it leaking pre cum, peter began to stand up and take his pants and underwear off . he lifted your legs and held them up and began thrusting into you “fuck daddy your so big” peter began thrusting harder “holy hell baby your so wet and good for me , this is the prettiest sight ive ever seen darling” “omg peter im so close” you cried  while peter put your legs around his waist while he leaned down and started sucking hickies on yo lets getur neck your back arched as you came you screamed peters name your sure everyone in the town heard it “holy fuck peter” you whimperd “omg y/n im gonna cu-”peter was cut off as he pulled out and came on your stomach “you alright baby” peter asked “ofc im fine that was amazing peter” “common then lets get you cleaned baby” peter said as he put on his underwear and lifted you to the bathroom to get a towel and wipe the cum of your belly once he did all that he lifted you to the bedroom and put his shirt and boxers on you and put you into bed and then he got in with you and kissed your for head “i love you sweetheart” peter said “i love you too petey “ you said as you turned around to kiss your lover boy .        hope you enjoyed  im gratefull for all comments ,reblogs , likes and requests  <3

[ciggylungz]

High school

Butterflies and bandaids-

Chapter 2: High school

Y/N has never been more nervous for a first day of school in her life. High school, gag. Today is something she's been nervous about yet highly anticipating since she was little, partly to blame on movies glorifying high school when both her older siblings, and her best friend sing a different tune about it.

And that lands them where they are now, Harry sitting on his best friends bed eating a bowl of cereal he snagged from her kitchen, her mom topping him off with some milk while he made his way up to her room.

She's nervously tugging at her clothes in the mirror while making little upset noises, turning to the older boy with a nervous frown

"Do I look ok h?" She tugged on her shirt a bit and he nodded while chewing, speaking with his mouth full

"Look fine love, we all have the same uniform, we literally all look the exact same dont worry about it." he'd managed to swallow while talking and she nodded still uneasy

"But I feel like I look dumb in it.."

"We all look dumb in it, it's ugly. You pull it off well though love, blazer's a little loose but other than that you look great" He gave her a smile and she nodded sitting next to him on her bed to put her shoes on and he blew into her hair

"Curls are tickling my face girl, watch where you swing them might end up making me sneeze into them" he chuckled at his own joke and she rolled her eyes at him in the mirror.

"Cmon gimme a smile Y/N, don't be so nervous sweetheart I'm gonna be there, I'll make sure you're ok, swear by it." He held his pinky out to her and locked them together, doing their handshake before he gets up, cracking his back and grabbing his bowl taking it downstairs both of the teens going into the small downstairs bathroom to brush their teeth, Harry having his own toothbrush there since he practically lives at their house.

Y/N nervously followed Harry as they started walking to the school fiddling with his blazer sleeve as they walked , only when he cast a glance down at her did he realize how scared she looked, he knew his girl was shy but she'd never been so nervous to go somewhere before causing him to halt and gently hold her cheeks, pouting when he saw her glossy eyes, tisking and dabbing the corner of her eyes

"Relax, breathe...there you go, Dont panic Yn, it's a half day anyway just 3 hours, you'll be alright I swear and we can hangout after and watch movies, Can even get some snacks on the way back" she'd let out a deep breath and nodded

" I'm sorry...get so nervous...been trying to work on it, probably should have asked mom for one of my xanax Cus I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack" he just rubbed her back gently

"You'll be ok, cmon just 3 hours" he reminded her as he took her hand and guided her into the building.

••

Three hours came and went and soon the pair was reunited outside at the school fencing, Y/N smiling when she sees the much taller boy approaching her and he gave her one right back

"Ahh there's my girl! See I told you, piece of cake. You nailed it love, proud of you" they did their handshake before he hugged her to his side, walking with her towards the little corner shop to get her the treats he promised

"Take your pick" he told her as they stood in her favorite isle, the candy isle, smiling as he watched her scrunch her freckled nose up and nibble her lip as she thought about it, they both already knew what she'd pick, yet she always thought about alternatives even when she knew they didn't have a chance, picking up her usual, a pack of bubble gum and a little baggies of cherry candies she likes, smiling at he pays for them and hands her the little packages kissing her head as they both chew a piece on the way home.

The boy absentmindedly spit his piece in the street as they approached her house earning a immediate halt from his best friend

"Harry! I told you, don't spit gum on the ground a bird will eat it and die!" She exclaimed rather passionately and he groaned

"Sorry sorry, forgot" he stuck his tongue out as he picked the gum off the cement and wrapped it up tossing it in the trash, earning a smile from her

"Good boy" she patted his cheek and he rolled his eyes and pushed her hand away

"You sound like my mom, cmon I wanna watch movies before the monsters get home from school, how does your mom handle 6 kids? Miley literally BITES!"

"Harry she's teething, she's a baby"

"She's feral" he muttered making both of them laugh as she unlocks the door tossing her bag on the couch and slipping her shoes off, both of them making the haul up the stairs towards her room

"Gonna change, you have clothes here to change into ,put them in the third drawer mom just did wash" she motioned to her dresser as she pulled out a pair of pajama shorts and one of the oversized hoodies her brother had given her with his university name on it, stripping the tights off unaware of her best friends flickering glances at the girl literally stripping in front of him, innocently, yet he's a teenage boy he can't help himself sometimes.

He watched as she slid her skirt off, boy short style pale blue panties coming into his view, quickly covered with the sleep shorts, shirt off next showing her standard nude colored bra before she slid the hoodie on, putting some fuzzy socks on and flopping on her bed, pulling her phone out while he changed, forcing himself to think of dead puppies and old people so he didn't pop a stiffy over his best friend, they'd changed in front of each other since they were kids, his mom even gave them a bath together a few times when they were little and got dirty in the garden, but of course they were both little and innocent then...Yn didnt have the curve in her waist, the small yet perky breasts, the more filled out figure, hips and ass back then, yet she'd always been beautiful, he seems to find himself finding her more and more beautiful on the daily.

He changes quickly and crawls in bed with her plugging his phone in and leaning back into her yellow pillows, so comfortable in her rather girly room to even be worried about looking silly with her flower printed sheets and couple stuffed animals in the right corner against her headboard. The room is comforting and familiar, he could navigate it with his eyes closed, Thats how much time he's spent in here over the last 10 years of friendship.

She pulled her curly locks into a messy bun and tied her hoodie strings like she always did, grabbing her candy and the remote handing it to him while she pops open the bag, setting her phone down.

"So tell me about your first day love, what's the verdict?" She shifted the candy to her cheek and swallowed the bit of saliva that collected in her mouth

"Was ok...still a little scary, lot bigger than middle school, some older girls were being bitchy, I didn't appreciate that. Had science and English with some people I knew last year and met a girl named Penny and a boy named Elijah, they're very nice, Eli was very nice to me so I felt a little better." She crunched the Cherry snack between her molars as she finished talking and he hummed

"Wow, already finding new best friends are we?" He teased and she let out a breath through her nose

"Not a chance, you're my Harry. Could never replace you, wouldn't ever want to. Love you to bits" the young girl smiled at him and he smiled back, warmth crawling up his chest at her sweetness

"Love you more princess bubblegum, cmere gimme a cuddle while we watch something"

[just-another-haikyuu-blog]

Best friends.. but more💕

Takanobu Aone × fem!reader

Tags: NSFW,, biting,, daddy/princess petnames,, heart break

Tw: drinking, drunk sex,,

Word count: 1800+

Im a wee bit drunk atm if yall find any grammar errors or would like tags or tws I could add message me and let me know. Other than being drunk Im also new to tagging stories so sometimes I don't pay attention 😅

NSFW under the cut♡

It was sometimes rather odd being best friends with Aone. Everyone else in your class and well the whole school seemed to think he's so intimidating. Which is kinda funny considering its based on his height. When in reality hes just a big ol teddy bear.

You were rather glad no one really knew him like you did. Still he wasn't very talkative when you two hung out but you could tell by his body language that he always had a good time. Especially when you two played games together. Who would imagine this very stiff, quiet guy actually gets angry when he loses at video games. It wasnt very noticable until he'd always makes an excuse to go get snacks every time he would lose. You caught him quietly fuming to himself in the kitchen after a couple times. Which turned into many times of sneaking out of his room just to watch him and having your heart race trying to make it back so he wouldn't know that you essentially were stalking him in his own home. It was then you realized maybe your feelings toward him were for more than just friendship. A thought you'd never have expected to have towards your best friend. So you shook it off everytime you felt it a little more not wanting to hurt your relationship.

After graduation things stayed the same mostly. The only real difference was after you two had gotten jobs and places of your own and it was a bit harder to spend time together. So when you two had time to spare you were either at his house or him at your apartment. It was never abnormal for you two to stay the night together. Most of the time you'd drink and play games together. Which really wasnt very often lately because your boyfriend didn't like another guy spensing the night.

It didnt matter how many times you told him that Aone is just your best friend and nothing more. He never believed you. Finally after countless texts and calls of Aone asking to come over you decided to go to his place. You got drunk and vented to him about everything, eventually passing out. Being the sweet guy he is Aone helped you to the couch and covered you up. The very next day you woke up to multiple calls and messages from your boyfriend. It was clear he was pissed but you shrugged it off and stuffed your phone in your pocket. You explained the situation and Aone offered to drive you home. It didnt seem like too big a deal that was until you made it home. Your boyfriend standing next to his car outside your place. Seeing you with Aone made him furious. "I guess Im gonna go sort this out. I'll text you later." you said before exiting the car.

Immediately your boyfriend dragging you up to your apartment. Not even two seconds inside and he berates you with questions. "Were you at his place last night? Is that why you weren't home this morning? Did you fuck him? I cant believe-" you stopped him right there and told him plainly "No. I didn't fuck him. I missed my best friend and I got drunk and passed out. If it werent for that I'd have come home last night." None of it seeming to have any bit of a difference to him. He shook his head with a deep scowl on his face, "We're done." he said and walked out the door. You didnt try to stop him and just let him go.

It took a while for the sadness to hit but when it did you got pretty depressed because you actually really liked the guy. But in the end you werent going to give up your best friend time for some guy no matter how much you liked him.

A couple days after the break up you had went out drinking with your work and got absolutely shitfaced. Thankfully one of your coworkers got your phone. "Dont worry y/n I called a friend to come get you. He should be here any minute." You were barely coherent to what she said and ended up face down in your food crying.

Aone finally showing up, and everyone being in awe of his demeanor towards you. They all drunkenly tell him how good a boyfriend he is. He didnt correct them, just thanked them for calling and said that he'd take care of you. He rubbed your back and leaned down to say "Y/n Im here to take you home. Hop on my back Ill carry you." Your coworkers cheering him on yet again for being so sweet. You being wasted beyond belief got entirely too excited at the idea of a piggy back ride. It took a couple tries but you eventually got on his back.

The walk to his car was kind of cold and your nose was especially suffering. "Aoneee~ my nose its- *hiccup* c-cold." You said right before you snuggled your face into his warm neck. The smell of him almost making you melt. You leaned up into his ear "aoneeeee," you said with such a pouty tone, "A-o-ne Ivee got a seeecret.. I think I might like you.. e-even in high school." You lean back down to nuzzle your face into his neck not noticing how much the tall silent man was blushing. He didn't really say much back and honestly you didn't really notice from how drunk you were.

You hadnt even realized that at some point he had put you in his car. He decided to just take you back to his house since it was closer. You ended up falling asleep blabbering about how hot you were and trying to take off your clothes. Pulling up you were still out of it and thankfully clothed since you were too drunk to get them off. He picked you up and carried you inside up to his bed. Normally you would sleep on the couch but with how things were tonight he'd take the couch.

He laid you down and gathered up a tshirt and some of his sleeping pants, which were way too big. He woke you up enough to have you change clothes and tuck you in. "If you need anything at all Im right on the couch." He stood up to walk to the door. Only to have you grab his hand and pull him down over top of you. "don't go." You said in barely a whisper almost whining. Looking down at you in this way causing his body to react to you like it never has before. Almost making him leave immediately, seeing as how you werent in your right mind, but the way you tugged at him he let you win. He moved over to the other side of you whispering back "okay but once youre asleep im going to the couch."

He laid there looking at you thinking about what you had said when he picked you up and this overwhelming feeling of wanting you filled his mind. You in search of warmth rolled over to cuddle your back against him. Your body kind of going on its own at this point from your drunken and slightly horny state. He had no idea what to do and felt a panic wash over him before you grabbed his arm and wrapped it around you. Feeling the neediness of how his hand held your waist your ass began grinding against him. His hand gripping you tight trying to keep his composure forcing a low moan out of you and the words flowed out of your mouth, "Aone please♡ touch me please." Thats all it took for him to break. You could feel both hands now on your waist pulling you into him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Every thrust and his tightening grip forcing a moan out of you.

The pants he gave you slowing riding down leaving you in just his shirt. He freed a hand to roam over your body and leaned down just barely breathing over your neck before running his tongue along your skin to find the most sensitive spot. You gasped at how good it felt. A little further he thought, just a nip right there in that sensitive little spot. Grabbing your hips as you grinded against him begging for more. "Pleasee Aone more.. bite me more mmm please" gasping between every word. He obliged and sunk his teeth into you. He immediately felt your body tense up as you moaned for more from him "Aone♡ fuck- fuck me please."  "You sure?" He said back. Your hand reaching back to grab his lengthy throbbing cock "yesss~ mmmm fuck you're so big" stroking it listening to his quiet moans in your ear turning you on even more. Enjoying the feeling of your small hands fondling him so needily. Pushing him so close to his climax he had to remove your hand before wound up cumming all over your backside. The pleasure overcoming his mind he rolled you over to your back legs falling off to either side of him he looked you over as you watched him pull off his shirt, his muscles gleaming from all the sweat. "Fuck.." you gasp breathlessly.

"Like what you see, princess?" His words like honey to you. "Mmm fuck yes daddy, I like every.. last.. bit of what I see~" Barely able to get your words out before he thrust his big throbbing cock inside you. "Mmf♡ fuck~ oh fuck~~" Your moans fueling his lust filled mind as he went harder just to see your expressions as the pleasure took you over. Your words jumbled as you barely were able to get out anything between moans. The squelching between your legs at every thrust on top of the low moans coming from his lips driving you mad as you felt him hitting the deepest part of you. "Mmmf♡ i-i.. fuc- i-mmmm im cu-" your moan cutting you off as you came all over his thick cock. The feeling of your walls tightening around him sending him over the edge he grunted grinding himself deeper inside you painting your insides in his juices. His moans stifled by your mouth as you pulled him down into a deep kiss. Neither of you having the want to move just laid there intertwined. Exhaustion taking over you both passed out almost simultaneously.

You woke up to an empty bed and your clothes folded neatly on the dresser. Only remembering bits and pieces from the night before but enough to know what had taken place in this bed right where you were laying. Your face as red as a beet you pulled the covers up over yourself, almost wanting to squeal. You heard the knob twisting and you laid back down pretending to be asleep. You could hear him walk in closer and closer until it felt like he was right over you and your eyes snapped open. His face directly above yours he leaned forward and kissed you and scooped you up with the covers you were rolled up in. Your face hot and embarrassed as to the suddenness, " Wh-what are you doing??" He smiled down at you continuing on, "Don't worry princess, Im just taking you to the bathroom so you can clean yourself up.. unless of course you want to continue last night?" Every bit of the night before flooded your head as he sat you down. You almost couldnt believe it. Slightly embarrassed you knew if you didn't take this chance now you'd hate yourself for it later. Dropping the blankets you pulled him into the bathroom. "You helped make the mess now you can help clean it." A tiny smirk crossed his mouth and you knew you were going to get way more than you bargained for.💕

[ursoself-satisfying]

My Sweet Lord (ch2)

hes a lil young here for when how old hes supposed to  be when this stry takes place but its hard to find a non adorable n giggly gif of him lol 

Chapter 2 - I’m On Fire 

Priest!Joe Mazzello x F!Reader, NSFW, ~3.5k words

My Sweet Lord masterlist 

A/N: go listen to holy ghost by modern baseball while u read too cus its rly good,,, anyway this one is a lil dif!!! its a lil bg on the town a lil scene setting n its all about joe now!!! 

special thanks given in this post!! you can find whole accompanying laylists there as well not just single associated songs!!!

Warning(s): sex, religious guilt, some scary images, mentions of ejaculate, uuhhh body horror,,,, i think thats it besides maybe kinda disrespecting ur elders lol ??? 

Father Mazzello had been distracted, to say the least. His newest regular was different, in the simplest terms, and drew his attention in the most tantalizing ways. See, the Oranges was a retiree town in the middle of nowhere, a Bermuda Triangle of the American Midwest. People arrive and they never leave, usually because they die. It was a bit ironic but very fitting to him that the epitome of classic American ideals, though contrasting, collided with ancient human instinct to create this town where the elderly are unequivocally cared for by the young, who remain the bones of the town and keep everything running. You could live and die in the Oranges without ever even leaving them.

The Father had always thought the name was deceiving. “The Oranges” sounded like a small suburb in the wet, hot, muggy parts of Florida, not an old folks zone in middle America. There was some part of him that would always dislike living in a town named “The Oranges”. Maybe it was the priestly side of him, feeling dishonest in their presentation when confronted with their reality, meaning they did not and never have grown oranges there. Maybe it was the sunny signposts standing crookedly beside the worn yellow houses, paint peeling and fences fading, showcasing the poor upkeep of people’s own homes.

He was too harsh, though, because a town, he knew, was not its structures but rather its people, its community. The Oranges had no shortage of smiles, even if they mostly consisted of secondary sets of dentures. That’s what made her smile so different. It was real. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason she stood out, no, it was also her legs, her thighs leading up to her hips, two very real hips, and a waist that would fit so well in his hands and then up a little further where his hands could perfectly cup-

The pencil snapped with a shock and the man blinked at his scribbles, unintelligible now that he’s been broken from his stupor. The lead tip of his pencil rolled in a curved line off his journal then off his desk and he watched it tiredly before glancing at the clock. It was nearly 1 a.m. The clergyman sat back and huffed, taking a moment to assess himself.

His hand had wandered to the crux of his black slacks and he groaned at the hardness beneath the cloth. His groan was unintentional but a needed release as he couldn’t “release” how he really wanted to. His thoughts were clouded with this girl- this girl- He barely knew her name and here he was, fantasizing about her simply because she was the only eligible woman he’d laid his eyes on in nearly a year, or probably more accurately over a year.

‘Why should that even matter to you?’ He asked himself. ‘Why should it matter that she’s eligible? She’s probably not. She probably has a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, even.’ Joe couldn’t help but groan again at the thought of her, pressed against someone else all the ways he wanted her to press against him.

‘Stop it!’ Some voice in the back of his mind hissed. ‘You’re a priest! It doesn’t matter if she’s unavailable! You’re the one who’s unavailable! You took an oath! You made a covenant with the Lord!’ If Joe were a man to curse, this is when he would curse. Instead, he simply moaned in compliance and gave into his conscience, sighing and giving his erection one last squeeze before sliding his hand back up his body, resting it on his open journal. He ripped out the page he’d been working on, the one describing his ‘newest parishioner’ in exquisite detail. No one would ever see that. No one could ever know he experienced such temporal thoughts. He was a priest, after all, he had to set a good example.

He spent the next twenty minutes in a headspace he despised, the one he used to eradicate the want that grew between his legs. It was images of the women in the first row of the church with teeth yellow and denture line visible, their smiles wide and slippery. The men in the back few pews have spots on their balding heads that are sometimes protruding and have hairs only growing there and somehow nowhere else. Joe focused on that, on the lumps and aches they vocalized, on the scratching of their smoke warped voices and the pores like pools on their noses. He thought of the way the hands of the mass shook when they went to place money in the collection basket, the yellow of their nails and the chipped polish on the manicured claws. Their skin was saggy and discolored and their hair is matted and fake and he thinks about what they must look like under their musty Sunday clothes-

He’s soft again, his pants no longer straining and he breathes a sigh of relief, maybe a quiet thanks to God. The priest does his best not to let his mind wander as he lets his feet carry him to his bed where he disrobes, definitely not drifting to imagine how her eager hands would feel pulling his trousers down, nails scraping down his thighs- Joe forced himself to turn the mental image of her tight knuckles to one of chapped and wrinkled ones to keep himself calm. As much as he dislikes subjecting himself to these thoughts, he tells himself he does it for the Lord. The Lord will keep him strong in these times of weakness, he tells himself, in these hours of temptation. He slid into his bed in briefs and an undershirt, letting the softness of his sheets smooth over his skin as it envelopes him and he’s whisked away into a few hours of much-needed rest and revelation.

Your hands had never been softer. It was the only definable thought in Joe’s head when you pushed up his thin shirt. The fabric bunched up over his stomach and you lowered your head to lick a long, wet stripe up from the happy trail disappearing down his shorts.

You were naked, straddling him, hips and thighs curved and soft and outlined by the moonlight that shone in from the cracks in the curtains behind you. The luminescence bounces off the soft tufts of your hair that bunched when your nose hit the bottom of his shirt and you kissed the middle space of his chest reverently. Joe was so wrapped in this moment that he asked no questions. His mind was muddled with lust and want. If you met his needy gaze, you would physically see the fog you caused in his brain, shown in the glazed over eyes that tracked your every move. It was like looking in the windows of a rocking teenager’s car, all steam, and sex behind them.

Your hips ground unconsciously on his crotch where his arousal was obvious and painful and he couldn't keep in his moan. The contact was too much for his near virginal state to handle. Your body, luscious and young and soft, and so easily defiled. It was so sinful. It caused a fire to burn within his loins, reigniting one that had long been a dormant pile of ashes before you came along. Every sway of your breasts as you rose your body slightly from his was another match stricken and thrown to maintain this burn.

Every clench of your thighs around his waist was kindle to feed it. Your undeniable silhouette was gasoline, your ass weighing on his lap was logs and paper, probably journal pages he’s written and hidden of you, but the way you looked down at him, the way your eyes fluttered and your lashes fell, the way your mouth puckered and curled and glistened, that was the first page of the book to burn. One by one, page by page, you would rid him of his religion, strip him of belief until all that existed was you.

And he was fine with that.

Again, Joe felt the contact of your soft pussy pressing over his aching cock and his hand instinctively reached for your hair, tangling his fingers in your locks while his other five went to squeeze at your thigh. Every desperate touch from him was a message; ‘You’re gorgeous,’ ‘please touch me,’ ‘I need you.’ He was practically tracing the letters into your leg as his hand slid down to your knee then back up to your waist. He was still laying down while you were straddling him and grinding against him, occasionally letting your hands wander, pushing up his shirt and licking the skin you could reach without stretching. You had leaned forward to suck at his neck and the holy man about died and ascended to heaven when he felt your tits on his chest and your lips on his neck simultaneously. Your nipples were hard, enough so he felt them drag over his exposed skin when you arched your back and left bruises at his jaw.

Being so focused on your lips, Joe had lost track of your hands. His were on your ass, groping and kneading with silent adoration, but yours had moved from mussing his hair to tugging at his briefs. The man gasped when your hips left his and then, with a swift and sudden motion, his underwear was yanked down and you giggled. Joe, however, did not giggle. The exposure was shocking and the cold was unwelcome, making his cock twitch and sending a shiver up his spine. It was in this moment that Joe finally took in your image, the bite of the cold shaking him from his focus on just how you felt.

All his other senses were hazy and the man of the Lord was overwhelmed. You were glowing. Your hair was feathered and voluptuous. Your skin was velveteen and your body belonged in a temple, deserving of an altar and endless worship. He would have sworn he witnessed a halo form around you as well, a golden line connecting one shoulder to the other in a shining arch. Your smile was soft and distracting, but his gaze persisted down your body full of admiration and curiosity. Your chest was supple and your stomach plush, just like your hips and thighs, all there for him to appreciate.

He sat up to improve his view, allowing himself to be in much closer proximity to you, able now to bask in your scent, sweet and innocent. Then he laid his larger hands on your breasts for the first time. He was almost worried the metal of his rings would surprise you, being cold on your hot skin, but you had no reaction. Kneading with slow gentle movements, he slid his thumb just barely over your nipples, hard and sensitive for him.

Somewhere in the back of his throat, a question was lost, a search for approval that got stuck on its way out, but it didn’t seem to matter as your constant blissful smile was encouraging enough. He didn’t question any of it.

Quiet hums vibrated in your throat and your half-lidded gaze motivated the priest to feel more of your body, squeezing at your waist and ass again and leaning forward to drop unpracticed kisses to the valley of your chest. You laced your fingers in the back of his hair, cradling his skull and holding him to your skin, but when his thumb brushed over your clit, you stopped him. His wrist was caught in your grip in a quick and unexpected move that stopped him from further touching you.

His breath hitched, fearing he’d done something wrong with the way your eyes bore into him, cutting through the silence and bringing him to the reality of what you were doing. Joe felt like he could only inhale, nothing coming out when he tried to push his breath away. He swallowed dryly and your expression softened ever so slightly, dropping his hand to instead wrap your digits around his cock and maneuver it to swipe between your folds. The wetness gathered in your sex and on his tip made for easy entry as you lowered yourself slowly, lashes fluttering and mouth falling open. The man choked on a protest but swallowed it with a moan when his head was sheathed in you, warm and tight and ideal.

Joe couldn't focus on anything. It was all happening so fast for him, a blur of skin and sweat. You bounced on him expertly and he fell limp at your abilities, a sputtering mess as your buoyant tits mesmerized him. Your hot, heavy breaths rained down on him and showered him with increased want, but he was unable to act upon it, struck dumb by a higher force, and that force was the look you gave him, accompanied by a breathy sigh and a smile when you settled fully on his shaft. He hadn’t realized but he had been holding his breath as you rose slid down him again, audibly slick and aroused. At that moment, the world vanished from around him, all fuzz and static, and all he knew was you and the way you felt, sleeved around him perfectly, undulating and flexing with an ever subtle thrust of his, impulsive and quick, needy and natural.

Your speed increased suddenly though, and the priest, barely holding on as it was, couldn’t contain himself. Speaking in tongues of love, he groped at you, searching for an anchor to his physical form as an ethereal feeling washed over him, his orgasm imminent and monumental. It was an out of body experience for the servant of the Lord, greater than any religious bliss he’d yet to experience. He could see himself beneath you, his face contorted as yours glowed with elation and he came inside you. He could feel you pulsing around him and heavenly choirs invaded his ears, the stimulation shrouding him in your presence.

What occurred next was warped and surreal. He was still inside you, coming down but still hard and you were still smiling but the air turned sinister and smelled suddenly not of your scent but of sulfur and lavender. You turned into a shadow over him, no longer a source of light, but rather the opposite; a source of darkness. That’s when your skin began to slip from its place on your skull. Melting like wax, he thought, but his comparison was wrong, so wrong because there were no hot drips hitting his stomach and your hands didn’t begin to pool at his bellybutton. No, instead your soft hands turned to leather and the familiar spots of discoloration and sun exposure began to blossom across your shoulders and chest. He could see your veins, one by one, rise up on your skin on your straining legs. Your breasts sagged and your stomach folded over. Your smile went wider as your lips thinned and eye crinkled, every line on your face growing deeper until he felt the first wisps of your fading white hair fall on his legs. Your nails began to dig into his lower stomach as they grew and then he fell the first few cold objects hit his heated skin. One by one, two by two, teeth, rotted black and yellow, bounced off his chest when you leaned forward.

Joe wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. Maybe he was already, he couldn't tell. By now he assumed his vocal chord had been removed sometime in the night because, still, nothing came out. He tried, he forced all the air in his lungs out his tense lips like a coastal storm blowing in. He was the winds and the waves and the crashing sounds of ocean on rock and sand as he struggled to break free from the growing weight of the body still on top of him, still around him; shaking, twisting, tears streaming down his red face. You were death holding him down, boney legged and saggy skinned, every part of you being pulled with more strength every second towards your home in hell. He didn’t know what to do with his hands so they flailed at his sides as yours slid up his body with the same disturbing gummy, black smile looming over him and all he wanted at that moment was for it all to stop and disappear.

The sweat on his forehead rolled down the sides of his face and collided with the tears that were apparently seeping down his cheeks as well. The tears were hot and the sweat was cold and Joe’s entire face felt numb and damp, and it was. His whole body was. His undershirt was soaked through and his neck shiny and dotted with perspiration. He shot up out of bed, sitting upright with wide eyes as he shook as he frantically assessed his surroundings. The desk was still messy, his journal still out, the lamp was off, the window closed and the door locked. Fear still seeped through his bloodstream and ran from his face to his toes. It was electric emotion that coursed through his body, one that he couldn’t shake and that left his hair standing on end. It was deep beneath is skin, a nestled sense of discomfort. No amount of his unconscious physical shakes could rid himself of it.

He rocked back and forth on his bed for a while, the images of his dream never leaving his head, haunting him like some cliche victorian ghost. His tremors subsided but he wouldn’t be going back to sleep that not, not after that. The drastic shift had gouged a wedge in his heart, one that was now filled with questions and doubts, second thoughts. The fire in his loins burned brighter and hotter and blacker, smoke rising from it in dangerous, polluting amounts.

Upon the onset of further physical discomfort in the form of a cold patch on his briefs, he opted to spend the rest of his night in the shower, not only washing the shameful premature ejaculate from his underwear, but also his dream from his body, the dream he could only assume was a punishment for his earlier sinful thoughts. On one hand, he was washing her touch away, her soft, sweet, innocent touch that couldn’t be wrong, but on the other hand, the abomination that she’d been warped into left a film over him that didn’t seem to wash off.

Joe believed in signs and symbols. He believed that God spoke to you in natural ways, every day. The advertisement on the bus next to you at that red light this morning or the constant re-emergence of one specific suggestion throughout your day, seeing the same person everywhere you went, it was a message from God. “There are no such things as accidents or coincidences,” he preaches, “everything here God has preordained. It is predestined and meant to be.” He thought of her, meeting her and her timing. “Trust that this is the Lord’s will.”

This must be a sign. He thought of all the examples of prophetic dreams in the Bible, all the times the Lord has used this outlet to speak to his servants. Joseph, Jacob, Daniel, Solomon, Nebuchadnezzar- But what did it mean this time? The object of his unsanctioned affection decaying on top of his, immediately post-coitus. It scared him, the implications of it, but it also scared him that he had the dream at all, if he was honest. It was intense. Not only was it erotic, but also scarring. What did it mean for him and his faith? Part of him wanted to brush it aside and ignore any allusions his subconscious was trying to get to him. He wanted to, for once, turn to science to deny the religious answers to his issue, telling himself it was just a projection of some kind of worry, but that would mean he would have to admit to himself he was worried about her, around her, because of her. He would have to acknowledge the effect she had on him and he didn’t want to. He wouldn’t give in to this moment of weakness, so instead he scrubbed his soiled underpants at three in the morning and tried to wash the nightmare from his mind with Shout and bar shampoo, ignoring the heavy dread building in his chest as the hours counted down to Sunday morning, when he would face his congregation of elders and one woman he couldn’t ban from his mind if he wanted to.

He fell asleep at approximately 4:30 in the morning, face flat on the side of his tub, one hand caked in dried soap and the other clinging desperately to his still clearly stained boxer briefs. He didn’t dream this time, and for the first time he was ever aware of it, he was grateful he didn’t.

[speedybasementcollection]

“Sebastian!” You dragged out his name, “Pretty please!” Latching onto his arm, you pulled him to face you. He rolled his eyes dramatically as he turned. “You’re acting like a child.” Sebastian mentioned with a chuckle when he noticed your pouted lip. He leaned against the wall, “Go get my keys, and we’ll go.” The pout quickly turned to a full smile. “Yes!” You whispered loudly, knowing El was most definitely asleep by now. You shuffled out of the bedroom, holding the keys high above your head. He easily snatched them from you, considering how tall he was in comparison. His unoccupied hand held yours until you reached the Blazer. “I can’t believe you annoyed me so much to the point that I’m driving you to a fucking ice cream parlour at twelve in the morning.” Sebastian spoke as if he were mad, but the gentle hand resting on your knee told you different. “Quite believable to me, Hop.” Your hand reached out to his. It came as a surprise how easy it was for you to get your way with him. “Why is that?” He huffed an amused breath from his nose. “Cus’ you love me.” You lean in to kiss his cheek. “I sure do.” Sebastian reached his arm across your shoulder, “So what flavour you gettin’, vanilla, chocolate-“ He would’ve continued listing flavours if you hadn’t just walked through the door, dinging the bell. The overtired teenager blinked a few times before asking, “What flavour?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows towards you with genuine curiosity. “Hmm, small mint chip please.” Sebastian gave you a dirty look as you ordered, because you damn well knew it was his favourite flavour and he only brought enough money for your order. You smirked up at him when the teenager handed you the ice cream cone. Sebastian bent down his head, successfully swiping his tongue over the mint chip. “Hey! Now your germs are all over my ice cream!” “You don’t say nothin’ about my germs when I’m—“ You nudged him in the stomach with your elbow, reminding him that there was another person who was much younger than the two of you in the same room. He let out a little grunt from the impact, along with a string of quiet apologies.

“You know mint chip is my favourite!” Sebastian scolded playfully when he climbed into the Blazer. You looked up at him innocently. “It’s my favourite too. Pay more attention to what your girlfriend likes Hop.” You say sarcastically, “You can have my leftovers.” “Better not be no damn leftovers. I did not drive out here at midnight for there to be ‘leftovers’. You better eat the whole damn thing.” “Mmm I will,” You stop to take a lick, “but thats not what I meant by leftovers Sebastian.” His eyes noticeably fell heavy, switching his attention from the road to you for a brief second. “Well you better hurry up n’ eat that.” Sebastian said, shifting in his seat, “Cus’ now I’m cravin’ it.” This time when you taste it, you purposely moan. “Mmmm, fuck. You treat me so well-” The car stops abruptly at a stop sign, driving your nose into the ice cream. “Oops.” The sly bastard One of his hands holds your face. Leaning in, he wraps his lips around your nose. “Fuck-.” Before his sentence is over, his lips are on yours, “You taste delicious.”

[not-just-any-fangirl]

heyyy you lovely human :)) i have a story request id write it myself but my writing is horrible (its actually for a friend this story who recently came out) so Natsu and Lucy are talking and lucy brings up that she didnt actually run away she was disowned for being a trans-woman but explains to Natsu that him and the guild showed her there was nothing wrong with her and yeah you can take it however you want but thats the basis of it like pan!natsu and trans!lucy have a nice day :)))))))

Family

Word Count; 1441

A/N; Hey! I’m going to be doing these out of order just so I can finally dig into them! 

I love this prompt but i just want to address one thing, and idk if you even meant it like this but. Natsu doesn’t have to be pan to be attracted to Lucy if she was a trans woman. She’s a woman, and so long as women are included in Natsu’s sexuality he’s attracted to them, you know? So he could be straight and still want to be with her. I know you prob didn’t mean it this way but the wording just rubbed me the wrong way lol

Regardless I hc Natsu as demi-pansexual anyway! So it’s a moot point!

Onto the fluff!

Natsu groaned, throwing his hand of cards on the table before crossing his arms. He slunk down into his seat, fabric of his scarf settling just under his nose, leaving him free to be seen glaring at a smirking Happy. 

“You’re really bad at this,” Happy chimed, hiding a shrew grin behind a paw. He blinked at Natsu innocently when the dragon-slayer bared his fangs at the small cat. Charla and Lily might prefer being called Exceeds, but Happy had been very firm about being a cat. Nobody but cats loved fish nearly as much as Happy, after all. 

“It ain’t my fault,” Natsu grumbled, “Lucy’s like a fuckin’ bloodhound when it comes to money.”

Lucy beamed at him, proud of herself to a degree that Natsu frankly found obscene -and adorable- as she gathered all the jewels that had been tossed in a pile in the middle of the table. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop blowing up everything and wasting half of our reward having to repair it,” she said, flat tone replaced with a giddy sigh as she counted her winnings. “Now I have enough for rent!”

“Why don’t you move somewhere cheaper?” Happy asked. He spread his wings, sparkles drifting to the floor and dissolving into the air before they hit the fluffy carpet Lucy used to hide the scorch marks on her hardwood carpet. He circled above them twice before landing on Lucy’s head, nuzzling her temple. “Natsu and I don’t pay any rent! You should build a cottage beside us. Then we could come over all the time without having to climb in windows, and we could go fishing, and we could play tag in the forest, and-” Happy continued to list all that they could do if they were neighbours, and Natsu watched fondly as Lucy nodded along, entertaining Happy’s fantasies with suggestions and encouraging prompts. 

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, nose crinkling as her nail got caught in a small tangle. Natsu cocked his head, watching for several seconds as Lucy gently worked to free herself without disturbing Happy’s perch on her crown. 

“You should cut your hair,” Natsu said. Lucy jerked at his comment, hands coming together in her lap. Natsu frowned as he sensed the air change, Happy trailing off as well. Lucy looked at the table pointedly, shoulders tense and curled into herself in a way Natsu didn’t think he’d ever seen. 

“Why would you say that?” she asked. There was a forced nonchalance that made a sour taste form in Natsu’s mouth. 

“’Cus it always gets tangled in stuff, and, I’unno, a bob or something might suit ya, or... somethin’...” Natsu said, awkwardness creeping up his spine. He rubbed his hands on his pants, biting his tongue at how sweaty they felt all of a sudden. 

Lucy looked at him from her lashes, worrying her lower lip even as a small smile pulled up the corners. Natsu’s palms felt even sweatier and he swallowed thickly, looking at the cards still scattered on the table before flicking back to look at Lucy. 

“Ooooooh.”

Lucy blushed brightly as she swatted at the singing cat. He dove out of her reach, making kissy faces at Natsu, giggling behind his paws again. Natsu yowled as he lunged at Happy, ignoring how warm his own face felt. Happy swooped and taunted around him, Natsu’s grabs resulting in fists of air and even more teasing, Lucy calling for him to be careful of her furniture. As if that mattered when Happy was beginning to chant ‘Lucy and Natsu, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G’. 

“My side table!” Lucy wailed as Natsu caught it with the inside of his new. He cursed as he crashed to the ground, right on top of a screaming Lucy. 

Jewels floated through the air, landing around them. Lucy blinked up at Natsu, eyes wide and golden hair splayed out on the floor, loose curls caught between Natsu’s fingers where he had braced himself. They stayed there, both frozen as they looked at one another. Heat curled in Natsu’s gut, one he was feeling more often than he had ever in his life, not the powerful and angry source like his magic. This heat was kind of softer, a gentle simmer that made him trip over his feet or grin stupidly. It kind of reminded Natsu of a spring day or a hug. 

Natsu kind of wanted to punch it. 

“You two have weird looks on your face.”

Natsu grunted as there was suddenly a Lucy-sized-hand in his face, smushing his cheek as she pushed him off. Natsu glared at her pout from her he laid on the ground on his stomach, pulling a cushion from the sofa down for him to hug and prop his head with. “You’re mean.”

“And you need to learn the meaning of personal space,” Lucy huffed. Her pout grew larger, cheeks puffing like a chipmunks and arms crossing over her ribs. Natsu poked her side and sniggered at her squeak. 

Lucy groaned as she fell tot he floor beside Natsu, still pouting halfheartedly. He handed her a pillow, grinning at her eye roll and found smile as she took it. 

“Hey, Luce?” Natsu asked, watching her carefully. “How come you got all weird when I said you should cut your hair?”

Lucy’s smile dampened and her fingers tightened on the pillow. Her honey brown eyes seemed duller when she looked at Natsu, sharpening as she nodded to herself. 

“My da- Jude used to tell me to cut my hair. To keep it a proper length and to not be such a disappointment,” Lucy spoke softly, and Natsu waited quietly for her to continue, knowing now was not the time to interrupt with questions. “He said mom had spoiled me too much, encouraging my delusions. Learning magic, writing, acting like... a girl.”

“Why couldn’t you act like a girl? You are a girl?” Happy asked. He sat between Natsu and Lucy, his paw resting on her knee. 

“Jude didn’t think so,” Lucy said, a bitterness and tiredness creeping into her voice. 

“How come, Lucy?” Natsu asked softly. 

Lucy looked at him, small smiling slipping away as she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. 

“Becuase I wasn’t born one.”

Silence fell over the room. Happy moved to curl into a ball against Lucy’s stomach, Natsu scanning Lucy’s face as he thought. 

“Yes you were.”

Lucy’s eyes flew open, staring at Natsu wide and in shock. “You’re a woman, right? Use she and her, like to smell pretty and keep yourself clean and buy cute shit, yeah?” Natsu pressed. Lucy nodded, swallowing thickly. Natsu ignored the way her lower lip trembled, and how much he wanted to still it with his thumb. “Then you’re a girl. And even if you weren’t, it wouldn’t matter. You’d be Lucy. That’s all I care about. It’s all your family cares about too.”

“Family?” Lucy asked. Her voice was hoarse, eyes watering as Happy nuzzled into her and squeezed himself between her body and her arms. 

“Yeah, Weirdo! Fairy Tail’s your family. And we wouldn’t change a thing ‘bout you.” Natsu grinned at her. Maybe if he smiled big enough she’d smile too and wouldn’t cry. Natsu never knew what to do when Lucy cried. A gurgle caught in his throat when he was suddenly crushed in a hug, a sniffling Lucy attached to his chest. “D-don’t cry! I- shit, Luce, I’m sorry I didn’t mena-”

Lucy shook her head, curling into his chest even tighter. “Thank you, Natsu.”

Natsu laid still, arms hovering over her shoulders, unsure what to do. The warm heat in his gut came back from before, but this time it spread to his whole body. Natsu was especially aware of it where Lucy was pressed into his chest and her knees knocked against his thigh. Slowly he rested his arms on her, light enough that she could break free with just a shift. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.”

“Anything, for you Luce,” Natsu said. He hugged her tighter, burying his nose in her hair. She smelled good, but Lucy always smelt good to him. He thought she’d look cute with a bob, but Natsu had a sneaking suspicion that he’d think she’d look cute with any hairstyle. Maybe even bald. Okay, probably not bald, but still. Natsu opened an eye when he felt a devious gaze on them. 

Don’t. He thought at Happy, who had peeked his head over Lucy’s shoulder. His eyes were pinched slyly, knowing grin making Natsu shiver. Happy could read a room when he wanted to though, and knew this was more important for Lucy than teasing Natsu would be for him. And that he had all night to pester Natsu when they went back to the cabin. 

Unless Natsu claimed Lucy’s bed before they she tried to kick them out, that is.

[jojuarez26]

I hate you I love you Part 65

Mature content and strong language Divergent fanfiction: Eric/OC @pathybo @tigpooh67 @ljvosscmt @clublulu333 @beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb @scorpio2009 @angolodiparadiso @glamlover87 @kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 @crystalbaby12 @emmalouwho1999 @randomness-ensues

Eric’s POV “Alright I want Tech and Jeremiah and Tech together. Lissette go find as many patrol as you can,” I was in full leader mode. But my mind was wandering back to my wife.

“I’ll go with Lissette,” Four turned to go.

“Oh no you don’t. You stay with me. She wants you and Jess,” I grabbed his shoulder pulling him back.

“Careful Coulter. People might start to think you actually like me,” he smirked.

“Don’t tell anyone or I’ll shoot you myself, ” I side eyed him.

We took off running threw the pit to access the situation. It was pure chaos. It was hard to tell the Dauntless from the Factionless. Shot where buzzing everywhere and bodies where piling up.

“Cover me while I get to the ledge. When I get there I’ll cover you to fall in line,” Four nodded and took his stance. Who ever thought I would actually trust him with my life.

I darted across the middle of the pit towards the ledge. Half way across I felt a white hot burn spread like wild fire across my shoulder.

“Motherfucker!! You son of bitches.” I fired my gun and dropped his ass.

“Open your fucking eyes Four,” I snarled in his direction.

“Sorry!! Watch your six!!” I tucked rolled and fired. Another motherfucker down.

I stood up on the ledge and surveyed my domain. How did the Factionless over run my fortress. I took my stance to cover Four.

He made a run for it and joined me on ledge. Tech, Jeremiah and their team entered from the Westside second level. I caught site of Lissette and a team headed to the mess hall. A large crash sounded behind us in the leaders office corridor. We took cover and headed in the direction of the commotion.

The scene that played out in front of me was in slow motion. It was like an action scene out of the old world movies. Three men stood with gas mask as a white fog rolled threw the hall. We fired off shots as the world slowly start to tilt.

We managed to take out one of the three before pretty much becoming incapacitated. The last thing I saw was the two men dragging Four away and cursing myself because I couldn’t do anything about.

“Eric. Eric.ERIC I’m going to shoot your ass. I need you to fucking focus!!” Lissette screeched while softly smacking my face.

“Bitch I will put you fence duty,” I growled out trying to form a coherent thought.

“Thank God they didn’t melt your brain. Come on we have work to do. They have Four and Jess.”

I jumped to my feet ignoring the pain radiating in my shoulder. I know she didn’t just say they had my wife.

“She didn’t make it back to the apartment? FUCK!! Control room now!!” my heart sped up and my chest tightened. I failed her,again. I couldn’t keep her safe.

“Zeke already has footage cued up and ready for review. Max is on the phone with Candor. The cells where attacked. They busted Cecilia out.”

My mind couldn’t handle it. I stopped and launched my fist into the wall while releasing a howl that sounded like someone possessed. This was supposed to be the best day of my life. I just made her my wife. Literally.

“Eric pull yourself together damn it. Falling apart now helps no one. Your wife and daughter need you. I need that stone cold killer leader.” Lissette had a hold of my face, her nose touching mine.

I stood pacing as I watched the security footage. Hot angry tears ran down my face. I could feel my body quiver as the rage rolled off me. Fist clenched tight at my sides as my chest heaved.

I watched as my pregnant wife fought as her consciousness slipped away to lay on her back to make sure our unborn child was safe. She knew she was about to be taken away. She looked to the camera she knew was in the East corner and spoke her last words before she faded into a slumber. “I love you Eric.”

It took all my will power to not destroy the control room. Everyone took two steps away from me in my wild state of mind. Except for Lissette of course.

“Go take a shot of whiskey. Hit the bags and get it out of your system. They need you. Your faction needs you. Go.NOW!!”

In that moment I heard Jess. The way she would step up when the rest of the world stepped back. My beacon of light threw the haze of rage that would consume me.

I turned on my heels and stalked to my place, our place. Mine in my wife’s home. But she wasn’t in it. I walked in and opened the bottle of whiskey I had got as a wedding gift.

I took a long hard pull straight out of the bottle begging for the burn down my throat to numb some of the pain. The incredible ache in my chest was a foreign feeling that was consuming me. Eating me alive.

I had never had anything worth loosing to make me feel emotions, not even my own life. Now Evelyn walked out the front door with my whole world. I couldn’t breath. I didn’t know how to control the out of control swirl of emotions attacking my senses.

At least with Jeanine I knew what her intentions where. How to find her. This was the unknown. Why did Evelyn take her? Where in the hell did they go? I did not do well without control. I have no control over this. I threw tge bottle at the wall and stormed off to the gym.

I pounded the shit out of the orange bag in front of my until my knuckles where split and bleeding. The bag finally couldn’t even handle my fury as it split and sand seeped unto the gym floor. I fell to my knees and let an uncontrolled sob escape me.

I hadn’t ever felt so out of control and despaired in my whole entirety. Jess was the who always grabbed my hand and pulled me back before I slipped over the edge of insanity.

“Eric?” I looked up to see my sister standing a few feet away. Her eyes red and puffy, tear stains down her flushed cheeks.

She hesitated a moment to access what my reaction would be if she approached me. When she realized I needed her she rushed over and threw her arms around me. Running her finger my hair she shused me like when we were children and I was distraught.

“It’s ok. You’re going to find her. If anyone can it's you " her words snapped me back to the present. I stood up and pulled myself into leader mode. "I will hunt them down and exterminate them all. Burn this city to the ground if thats what it takes. That is my wife, my child, fuck that's even my annoying self righteous Stiff. They fucked with the wrong person. This is war."

[ursoself-satisfying]

My Sweet Lord (ch1)

dude is that fucking brenda song?? lol i forgot he was in social network w her what a world huh??? 

Chapter One - Genesis 3:23 

Priest!Joe Mazzello x F!Reader, SFW, 2.5k words 

My Sweet Lord masterlist 

A/N: ugh this is super short but its rly just kind of an intro,,,, I’m testing the  waters here,,,, idk why this was so hard for me to write like its not as good as I want it to be but I’m ok w it rn,,, I might come back n rewrite it real soon n go in n change that so be warned lol but i’m rly excited for where this is going to go cus I do have a lot planned its just getting jumbled in translation lol but enjoy!!

special thanks given in this post!! you can find whole accompanying laylists there as well not just single associated songs!!!  

Warning(s): none rn,, unless a priest being kinda into u or u being into a priest is bad cus thats gonna be this whole fucking series m8 so if u dont enjoy defiling holy ground n religious imagery i suggest u move on sorry!!! 

The church was filled to the brim with life, with colors and sounds. There were your newest acquaintances, knitting in the corner. They were the main source of the commotion, all shrill laughs, and clacking needles. On the pews further ahead were some children, and a man attempting to corral them but failing in the end. The squeals of the kids echoed through the crowds and came to where you stood at the entrance. When you took in the scene, you were surprised the doors could even close given how the entire town had flocked to its sonorous halls this cold Sunday morning. Inside it was somehow still just as bright like the blinding clouds had followed your shadow.

Though you’d admittedly been to few churches in your lifetime, this one you were sure was exceptionally stunning. How such a grand masterpiece ended up out in these boonies was beyond you. You had felt a bit silly at first, attending mass at all but then you saw the steeple and then there you were, standing in awe of how the building seemed to soar above you. The view of it as you had driven up the small hill was impossible to replicate, how the belltower rose over the rolling grass like the sun that unknowingly led you the dawn of your new life. In your juvenile appreciation of its architecture, you lost yourself in the way the worn stone of the support beams still held the tall ceilings up like pillars of salt to the heavens.

Pillars of salt, you thought, was a fitting image for your situation. Surely you must have blended right into the columns, tributes to every other woman who approached religion and turned their heads back. You were ripped from your runaway thoughts, though, by the bustle of bodies behind you and the urging but ultimately gentle hand that came to squeeze your upper arm. Beatrice stopped at your side and looked up at you with shining, young eyes that got lost in the folds of her lids when she smiled.

There was somehow a familiar and comforting aura about her and when she touched you a blanket of trust always came with the contact. With the top of her auburn beehive just reaching your eyes, her bent body led you to the very front pew and gestured for you to take a seat on the sandalwood. You did as told with a thin smile, still distracted by the arched ceiling of the chapel around you.

As you waited in the congregation for the priest to begin his sermon, your mind wandered to the morning, how the belltower rose, tall and white, over the rolling green hills like the first sun dawning on a new world. Impossible to replicate. It was an unknowing sign of things to come. The church wasn’t something you expected to ever return to much less for it to become something you looked forward to, something that would end up being such a large part of your life. That was all yet, to come through, for, at this moment, your thoughts weren’t busied by the future but rather by the thought of the blinding white exterior of this place of worship, how bright it had been in those early hours.

The organ began and its resonance nearly shook you from your seat, but it certainly caught your attention as intended. The people rose in unison, you doing your best to follow, unfamiliar with the practices seeing as your last time in mass would have been before you were able to remember anything about it. The songs, though, were vaguely familiar, maybe reminiscent of something you’d heard on the radio, seeing as this town picked up almost purely religious stations.

You moved your mouth along to the words, not knowing exactly what they were but doing your best to look like you were competent. The song ended and you sat, grateful it was over, huffing a bit when your body hit the wood. The father beside you gave you an awkward smile when you attempted to cover your relief with a cough and a straightening of your back.

Then when you looked up from your awkward encounter-

Were you very religious? Not particularly, but when in Rome, do as the Romans, right? So when in church, pray. Maybe there had been a little prayer going on in your heart since you entered the building, hell, since you entered the town, a prayer for good things to come, and God must have heard those unintentional prayers because behold before you was what must have been an angel.

He walked slowly to the podium, robes dragging behind him and a glow seeming to emanate from the crown of his head. He seemed like the only living proof of a God that you could find in the whole of the chapel. His hair was wispy, auburn, and looked so soft, reminding you of clouds, and maybe cotton candy if cotton candy were brandy flavored. Bronze, you thought would be the right shade.

The stained glass behind him spread like wings, angels on either side surely singing of his beauty and softness. The haze of his arrival washed over you and you were enraptured. You never thought someone could so quickly feel this way. The romcoms were nice, but they were unrealistic, and most definitely did not happen to you of all people. Completely prepared to shove down these feeling, deep down underneath the mattress of your soul and leave them there to rot, you allowed yourself to enjoy the sermon, or at the very least, enjoy the priest.

God, your gaze hadn’t dropped past his eyebrows before you completely fell. His eyes were soft, pleading, forgiving, but young and curious as well. His nose? You adored immediately. He had, in the kindest way, what you would have referred to as an ‘old man’ nose, a little long, strong, gave him an impeccable silhouette that shown like a holy imagine again the early morning backlight, sun streaming from the tall windows behind him. His chin was soft and cleanshaven, his lips, soft and puffy and lush and looking simply perfect to kiss.

Kiss? You shook your head briefly, half attempting to banish these thoughts you knew you shouldn’t be thinking, but having been so completely lost in his image that you had missed the beginning of his sermon. The congregation spoke back at him at certain times, words you vaguely remembered from childhood. The echoes of “and also with you” kept you anchored to reality as you struggled not to get lost in the languid movements he made as he moved about behind the podium. He spoke animatedly about- Well, you weren’t exactly paying attention, but you did notice how he spoke with his hands, waving them about when he said something about the glory and grace that has been granted so many. His hands were long and thin and surely would be long and thin enough to fit perfectly between your-

The organ boomed through the hall and shook you from your daydream, again, and you, again, tried to lipsync your way through the unfamiliar hymn and failing, again. You had stood for the song, and the stretch was welcome after clenching your thighs so obviously together for so long, but when you sat back down, the cool of the wood and the wetness of your panties made you visibly shudder. Dear, sweet, Beatrice placed a feeble hand on your arm as a sign of concern, along with her shakily drawn on eyebrows being raised. Gripping her wrinkled hand carefully, you smiled, tight-lipped, as a reply of ‘I’m fine’.

You again turned from your elderly friend to the man at the front of the room, the one who demanded your attention with his repetition and his- He smiled, all teeth, cheeks puffing up. A sharp intake of breath was all you could muster before he began to pray. The rest of those looking on seemed to know what to do and you did your best to imitate, but as he pushed his hair back, your lips fell apart and you crossed your legs in desperation, his clergy status seeming to only turn you on more. Fuck, you chastised your own attraction to the taboo. As clandestine as it may have been, though, God, did it turn you on.

“Lord have mercy,” he said, voice effortlessly both round and light.

“Lord have mercy,” you pleaded breathlessly.

“Christ have mercy.” His eyes rose to meet yours for the first time and you choked.

“Christ have mercy” came out like a whine under your breath, unheard under the rest of the mass, but you knew he saw your chest rise and fall heavily as you seemingly tried to breathe in his prayer and send it back to him.

“Lord have mercy.” His own voice wavered when he saw you, red in the face and out of breath. His gaze didn’t move from you as you mouthed the words back at him.

“Lord have mercy.”

Unbeknownst to you, this was not, in fact, the first time he’d laid eyes on you. He had been watching you, side-eyed, the whole service. If his peripheral served him right, you had been the one with your eyes glued to him since he’d first emerged from his chambers. He saw you stand out in the mass, the last of the congregation to sit down after prayers or songs. He was unable to tell whether this was due to you being distracted or inexperienced, or both, but it caught his attention without catching yours, darting his own away just in time as to not catch your gaze. It seemed to work so long as he kept his focus on the other side of the chapel, though the magnetism of your attentive gaze was hard to resist. The man didn’t let himself give in, not until he somehow heard your barely audible repetitions after those of the congregation. Then you saw one another, caught in the undeniable stare of interest. Suddenly, his lungs felt like iron on his chest and he struggled to finish praying.

Again, you were pulled down by the older woman next to you, unaware everyone had been seated and for a moment it was just you and him, standing and caught in this sudden whirlwind of unknown attraction. The world seemed to dissolve around you, focus seeming to blur and leave you with tunnel vision on the holy man. His sermon paused for a moment as he stared at you and smiled softly. You could feel his eyes fall down your body, but then his voice picked up again, being carried over your head in smooth, calming waves and you were lost, again, in his presence that loomed over the crowd like the hanging branches of a willow on a sticky summer day. For the remainder of his sermon, you focused less on his words and more on the mystery that might be hiding beneath those layers and layers of robes that dragged behind him.

If you asked Joe why you caught his attention, he would tell you that you were the first young and clearly not familial woman he had seen in town since his arrival. This was true, that in a town occupied only by elderly folks and new families, you were the first young face he had seen in a long time. Of course, it didn’t help that he found you incredibly attractive and that, as a newly appointed man of the cloth, he had been experiencing somehow more temptations than ever before.

Every verse he read was budding with new meaning and potential, every lust soaked gaze sent your direction waning to go through with it. There was, of course, a pang in his heart every time the thought of you passed through his head. The allure of a woman who was neither the age of his grandmother nor heavily with child was far more than it should it have been. Father Joe knew it was wrong, that he must keep his mind as clean as his body, his thoughts as clean as his actions. “Good thoughts, good words, good deeds,” he said aloud to the congregation, using his slip as some kind of holy motivation.

Another song followed, then a prayer and every time he stood the priest had to force his eyes forward, away from the direction you were sitting. His thoughts went back to the way your skirt slid up your thigh when you sat down and how you must have known how much skin you were showing but when his eyes met yours with one final, united “Amen”, he knew you were too distracted to have noticed.

You watched the priest with unintentional intensity, looking as though you were spaced out, lost in thought and caught on his words, but the reality was that you were simply entranced. All the time you’d spent in this town so far and you had yet to see anyone as young and painfully unavailable as him. Though in the back of your mind you wondered how fidelious some of these new husbands were, you had settled with remaining single, that is, until now. What was more delicious than a man who was not only gorgeous, mature, and clearly into you already, but also one so out of reach, so taboo and clandestine. The beating of your heart when he would slip up and land his eyes on your form a little too long thrummed against the bars of your ribcage like Morse code, an aching organ begging to be hurt.

The service had ended and Beatrice had eagerly joined her group of cawing old ladies, but not before kindly introducing you to the sweet-faced Father that had spoken today. “Darling, this is Father Mazzello, he’s new to the Ridge.” Her smile was sickly sweet and you couldn’t help but smile back, keeping your eyes from the man approaching you.

He’d traded the excess robes for a simple black ensemble already and when he approached you and, God, he looked even better now. His hand was extended to you firmly, holding back any eagerness behind a front of eminence and dignity. Beatrice spoke again as you finally lifted your longing gaze from his nimble, capable, horribly inspiring hands, up his arms, across his shoulders, and finally to his green eyes. They were so much prettier up close. “Father Mazzello,” your friend spoke warmly, “this is [Y/N]. The dear has been staying with me and I’ve finally convinced her to get a bit of God in her.” She laughed and you took the man’s extended hand, holding it motionless.

“I would love a bit of God in me,” you laughed quietly, hopefully only loud enough for him to hear.

Joe swallowed dryly at your low comment and the softness of your hand, “It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N],” he smiled crookedly, “and you can call me Joe.”