#this was a request from jerald

[penofwildfire]

Libber moment (I think this is tame enough for main?)

[gurugirl]

The Church Picnic

priest!harry x subby!reader | soft dom!harry x bratty/sub!reader

Summary: Harry's pet is being being a nuisance at the church picnic so he takes matters into his own hands when she can't seem to behave. Roughly based off this request.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, religious mentions, smut, sex in a public place, sub/dom dynamic

Forgive Me, Father masterlist

“I need to be spanked, Father,” Y/n whispered into Harry’s ear as he placed food onto his paper plate.

It was the church’s annual picnic in the big park at the center of town. Most of the congregation was there, as well as people invited to join who might be interested in attending the church. It was a way to attract new church members, as well as something fun and laid back for regular members to enjoy with games, food, and a raffle.

The priest had been making his rounds, talking to everyone, greeting the new faces, and making sure things were running smoothly.

Y/n had helped set up with five other church members. She had gotten there early and helped direct the vendors to where they needed to be and figured out where tables and chairs and games would best be placed.

Harry looked down at Y/n who had her plush bottom lip bit into her mouth and shook his head with a sigh, “When we get home I’ll take care of you.”

She was used to being “taken care of” every morning before their day started. Well, before hers started generally. Harry was an early riser. Often he’d leave just as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon and jog around the neighborhood for exercise while his pet was still in bed. Sometimes he’d come home and she was awake and waiting for him. Other times she’d still be in bed with blankets wrapped around her body.

Either way, they both got what they needed before they had to get into their tasks for the day.

Except for this morning. Harry had to leave early to go to the church before he could get to the park. He and the elders and leaders had some things to do as well as pray over the event before it began. So not only did he not get to have his regular morning workout, but he also didn’t get to enjoy his pet either.

“I need your hands on me now,” she pushed quietly with her words.

Harry turned from the table of food and began to walk away. He knew what she was doing. She often got like this. He imagined she was asking to be spanked because she she hadn't been given proper attention that morning. Or maybe she simply wanted a spanking and probably an orgasm. Either way, Harry couldn’t think about it too much because he was among his members and other leaders of the church.

Y/n casually followed behind him. Not bothering to try and keep up with his long-legged strides because she knew he was headed to a picnic table to sit and eat. She was confident that she was going to get her way.

Harry slid into the bench of the picnic table at the end across from Mr. and Mrs. Jeralds.

She slowed her steps when she saw who was next to.

The Jeralds.

She’d been avoiding them since the night after the prayer meeting when she was sure that they’d been caught with Harry calling her a good girl. So far nothing had come of that little oversight. The Jeralds either hadn’t actually heard or seen anything (in which case Y/n was relieved but perplexed because Harry had been so obvious with his hands on her neck, the way he’d been stood so close, and the words he spoke) or maybe… they just decided to not tell anyone. Y/n figured it was the latter because she’d seen the looks from Mrs. Jeralds’ end and noticed how her demeanor had changed around both herself and the priest.  Wondered if Mr. Jeralds had told her to keep quiet and not cause a scene.

Walking behind the Jeralds she kept her eyes on Harry to get his attention. When he looked up at her she tilted her head toward the pavilion and raised her brows at him. But he didn’t budge. He wasn’t going to make this easy for her. And she, of course, wouldn't make this easy for him either.

He watched her pout and cross her arms over her chest as she sulked away. He was sure she wasn’t done with her little show. Would probably have to really keep her in check in front of everyone. He could tell she was in a mood. Though, he trusted she wouldn’t do anything to out their little secret she could get bratty with him.

Not long after Harry had finished his lunch he spotted Y/n talking to a young man who he’d never had the pleasure of meeting. So he approached the pair, not because he was jealous, but because he wanted to greet the new face.

Shaking the guy’s hand and introducing himself he learned that the man was Mrs. Jeralds’ cousin. The one she wanted Y/n to meet. He frowned at his pet as she put her hand on the young man’s shoulder, “And he’s working at that place downtown, Debrille,” she turned to look back at the guy, “You’ve gotta be so smart to be working there, Austin.” She spoke and Harry knew she was trying to make him jealous.

He watched the two talk for a moment, his pet’s hand never leaving the guy’s shoulder before interrupting, “It was nice to meet you, Austin. Y/n, I think Cheryl was asking for you back there. You should go see if she needs help.” He lied. A small little fib to get Y/n to move away from the handsome young man. He was not jealous of course. Just annoyed.

Y/n huffed and rolled her eyes at the priest (not within eyeshot of anyone) but deep down she was patting herself on the back for a job well done. She was wearing away at him.

After Y/n had helped the kids with the one-foot race and pairing them up she saw Harry speaking with an older gentleman and even though she knew it would be rude to interrupt she couldn’t help herself as her dirty thoughts and her needs were outweighing her good senses.

“Father, I need to ask you something if you don’t mind. It’s urgent.”

Harry squinted down at her and looked back to the man, excusing himself from their conversation. He followed her to a spot that she felt was private and looked up at him with eyes that told him what she wanted before she even said it. She knew when she rounded her eyes and made her voice breathy he had a hard time resisting her, “Father… I know you’re busy but the pavilion has a clean family bathroom with lots of space and a big bench. And I need you so bad. I’m not gonna be able to wait. Please.”

Harry looked around him and back down at his pet, “I told you to be patient.”

She shook her head, “I can’t be. I’m gonna explode. If you knew how wet I was right now… oh god…” she quietly moaned and lifted her fingers up to her neck where her pretty gold choker was, “I’m about to just go in there and take care of myself. It’ll only take five minutes. Less probably.”

Harry took a deep breath and shook his head, “You’re being a brat. You know I can’t–“

“You’ve fucked me in the rectory and in the confession box at the church before. Why not here?”

Harry clenched his jaw. She was trying his patience.

“Because if anyone sees us leaving the bathroom or going in together… and I because I said.”

She pouted smoothed her hands down her dress, “Gonna go in and take care of myself then,” she turned to walk away but Harry grasped the back of her arm, stopping her from taking another step.

“Fine. Go in and lock it behind yourself. I’ll be in there in five minutes with one knock at the door. You better not touch yourself either.”

Her pout instantly lifted as she smiled, “Ooh… thank you, Father!”

Harry didn’t know why he was giving in but he knew she wasn’t going to stop and if he knew that she was in that bathroom touching herself he’d have been a mess watching the pavilion until she emerged. He’d give her what she wanted but it wouldn’t be without consequences later.

When Y/n heard one knock on the door she hopped up from the bench and slowly opened the door for her lover.

Harry stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him.

“4 minutes is all you get. You better come in less. And later, you’ll be paying for this behavior. You are not getting off scot-free.”

Clapping her hands together she turned around before lifting her dress and pulling her panties down, “Spank me and fill me. Please, Father.”

Harry rolled his eyes but the reality was he was already hard thinking about how risky they were being and seeing her bare bottom, bruised and marked from his hands and the various paddles and instruments he’d used on her, he was aching to put himself out his own misery.

He guided her to the bench with his hands at her round bottom and swiftly undid his pants, pulling his cock out and then swatted her bum with a harsh smack.

She moaned and lifted one knee up to the bench, keeping her other foot flat on the floor, and leaned over to put her hands on the wall. With the slight spread of her thighs and the way she’d lifted her leg, he could see she was indeed already completely wet for him. Just as she said.

Harry gave her another heavy-handed smack before taking his cock in his hand and pressed it through her already-slick pussy lips, “Such a nasty thing. Walking around during a church function with your panties all wet for the priest.” And without further ado, he drove himself into her sodden cunt, dipping himself in nearly to the hilt. Her cheek smushed into the wall as she quietly gasped with a smile on her face.

Giving her bottom a few more slaps he slowly began to pull back before he thrust back in, this time until his hips were firm against her bottom, and she groaned lowly, “Yes, Father. I’ve been so nasty imagining your cock drilling into me and making me whole all morning long.”

Harry began to fuck into her pussy in quick and hard thrusts, his hand landing over her plump and marked bottom repeatedly with loud smacks.

He knew he could come in under four minutes if necessary. He just wasn’t so sure she could.

“Better come fast because I’m gonna finish and leave you here without an orgasm if you don’t. Either way, your punishment tonight will not be kind, pet.” He spoke as he slowed his thrusts and tugged her hair in his hand, yanking her neck back in the process.

Her fingers found her clit at his warning and he continued his punishing plunges. He was glad it was so loud outside because the sounds coming from inside the bathroom were lewd and sinful. Skin wetly smacking and hushed moans and gasps, Harry’s occasional grunt.

Harry’s thighs began to tremble as he pumped himself in and out quickly. He adjusted his cadence to slow down so he could really feel her pussy gripping every inch of him tightly and coating the length of his cock. He felt his balls tighten up against his body and Y/n could hear the moan falling from his chest, getting louder. She knew her priest was about to come.

“Give me your come, Father. Fuck it all into my pussy. Want all your creamy come inside of me,” she moaned her words as her fingers slid quickly over her clit and she felt the tingle of her orgasm approach.

“Fuck, pet! Fuck…” Harry panted as his cock throbbed and he watched the spectacle of his cock disappearing into his pet’s little wet pussy over and over again. He kept his hand in her hair, gripping hard as he had her face pushed into the wall.

When her stance stiffened and he felt her squeezing and pulsing around him he knew she was coming. Her mouth was dropped open, not a sound coming out, as he poured into her, rocking his hips into hers and then pressing in so his balls were tucked against her. He let go of her hair and held her bottom, draining himself into her and gasping as he did so.

When he’d recovered he issued her two more swats to each cheek and carefully pulled himself out so he didn’t drip his come or her arousal onto his pants.

She kept herself leaning against the wall as she caught her breath, ass still on display.

Harry watched his come leak from her and drip down her thighs. He leaned over her back and spoke darkly into her ear, “Clean yourself up and get back out there to help. You are not getting off easy with this behavior.” Another harsh swat to her bottom and he left her there in the family bathroom against the wall on the bench.

She smiled. She always got her way. And getting her way also included a severe punishment for being naughty. Exactly what she wanted. She had her priest wrapped around her finger.

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[mynameisvarian]

The Boxleitners AU (WordGirl)

Basically a Becky Boxleitner AU but I give Steven himself more character development and plot relevance before ultimately being fused to a mouse.

Before Squeaky (Season 1-2-3)

●•• Steven Boxleitner's fusion with Squeaky occurs much later than in the show in order to give him a much more in-depth character development to show his relationship with his daughter and his positive impacts on the people of fair city as a whole before his descent and transformation into Dr. Two Brains.

●•• With her identity as a superhero with an advanced vocabulary that's only know by her companion and sidekick, Captain Huggy Face. Becky Boxleitner is unable to talk much about her problems and difficulties with her own father because of the fear that all her hero-ing would get him hurt one day if he did find out.

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└ • Though during somewhere between Season 3 and before it's finale, Steven does manage to figure out her identity and tries to be helpful by providing help whenever she needs it.

●•• The Boxleitners live in a fairly nice neighborhood that's located near the outskirts of the city that is also coincidentally the same neighborhood that a decent amount of WordGirl's enemies inhabit, Their house is right next to the Butcher and Granny May's houses with Maria the Energy Monster secretly living in one of the powerlines across the street.

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└ • Steven has become friends with many of his definitely not villains in their civilian identities neighbors, Examples are:

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└ ✧ The Butcher (Jerald T. Butcher) - Jerald is surprisingly great friends with Steven as they'd met when Jerald had decided cook some bbq but unfortunately broke his own barbecue grill on accident though he ultimately met up with Steven when he'd heard that the man was inventing a machine that cooked meat much faster, This little interaction had then led to become the thing many of the neighbors look forward to every week, The Weekly Neighborhood Barbeque.

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└ ✧ Granny May ( Granny May) - May has always treated the Boxleitners as close family ever since the day that they'd started visiting her when during one of the neighborly bbq she'd let slip that she felt alot more lonely since her family and grandkids were off on vacation with even her own mom being busy aswell and that she wished more people visited her more often, the next day Steven brought his daughter and their pet monkey over and chatted which eventually turned into them baking cookies and listening to Granny May's childhood stories every Friday after Becky gets home from school. (Colonel Mustard, Granny May's cat has also taken a liking to them)

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└ ✧ Mr. Big (Shelly Smalls) - With Wordgirl being able to foil his plans quickly he went under a fake name (Dr. Small) to seek the help of Steven Boxleitner to make a mind control bunny button which he ultimately used on Steven after the man found out about his true identity. Although even after being mind-controlled Steven still forgives Mr. Big and still do business with eachother like the time Shelly requested for a perfume that naturally causes bunnies to follow him.

➜ This leads to an episode that centers around Mr. Big using the bunnies against Wordgirl with steven on the other hand wasn't told what the perfume was for.

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└ ✧ Energy Monster (Maria the Energy Monster) - Though their interaction was short, Maria had managed to convince Steven that teenage girls turn into large Electrical Monsters when they hit puberty after he'd given her a device that turned certain Electrical charges into sounds that then let her communicate.

➜ In an altered version of "Dinner or Consequences" Maria doesn't have the device removed and is able to communicate throughout the show permanently.

★ Becky is aware of their true identities but ultimately keeps quiet so her dad's new found friendship with them wouldn't end.

●•• Steven's assigned government owned lab and Becky's school that's just a few blocks away is located near the epicenter of the city so he normally just drops her off there when he's going to do some experimentation in the laboratory and if ever Becky gets out of school early she'll just walk to her dad's workplace to see and make sure that Steven hasn't accidentally blown himself up because of being too distracted and wait for him to finish so he can drive both of them back home. (On occasions, she'll just turn into wordgirl and fly back to their house if her dad was just at home.)

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└ • Becky had once been in the presence of a dozen miscoloured mice on one faithful afternoon when she'd decided to visit Steven, Each cage had been surprisingly lavish and contained three mice each plus everything their little mouse sized hearts desired, When asking about the indoor mouse zoo she was told that they were rescued from an illegal smuggling case in the far north of the city with the smuggler subjecting the mice to harsh living conditions to which made Becky automatically angry at herself for being unable to help these poor creatures as WordGirl.

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└ • Upon noticing his daughters clear reaction and the regret plastered all over her face, Steven placed his hand on Becky's shoulder and added that the mice were only temporarily in his care so they could be relocated to a place where all their needs will be met and that earlier today a nice elderly couple had generously donated over a pound of fruits and cheese for the poor mice which seemed to make his daughter's mood lift. He failed to mention how the perpetrator hadn't been caught yet and is probably roaming the city doing illegal smuggler things.

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└ • At one point, Steven had introduced Becky to a little lab mouse that he'd affectionately named "Squeaky" in the count that the little mouse was the most noisiest and the most likely to bite her fingers if given the chance. He'd mentioned aswell that squeaky was one of the mice that was rescued from the smuggler incident so the hostility to humans was understandable.

➜ On a side note, Her dad had shown her how squeaky could break down walls and walls of drywall to get to a singular piece of cheese, It's unsure if Squeaky was experimented on by the Smuggler or if the small mouse was always like this.

●•• Steven still makes the mind-reading device but for different reasons such as to read squeaky's mind to figure out the smuggler's identity and if more animals were being illegally brought to fair city and maybe be able to help the authorities catch the criminal but with a lot of things happening here and there the mind-reading device didn't get to the testing phase until season 3.

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The timeline is pretty messed up but basically any episode that's set in Season 1-3 that contains Dr. two brains as a main character is instead placed into Season 4 or tweaked so that it's Steven instead, The invasion of the bunny lovers is also put into Season 2 rather than 6.

This post is prone to being edited due to me always getting ideas on how to improve an AU so don't expect this to stay the same :D

(If you saw the sudden style change between images, Image 1 was drawn directly on FLIPACLIP while Image 2-3 was sketched on paper then placed into FLIPACLIP)

[designthoughtsarchitects]

A 4000 Sq. Ft. Buoyant Courtyard House in Sarjapur – A Fusion of Nature, Luxury & Modern Design by Design Thoughts Architects

The residence's elevation, a striking blend of modernity and rigidity, represents our innovative design approach. Using clean lines, geometric shapes, and contemporary materials creates a unique and appealing facade for Mr Jerald’s residence. 

Courtyards, a timeless architectural feature, have been a staple in modern home design for years. When Mr Jerald Joesph approached us with a unique request for a contemporary courtyard design, we were inspired to create a space that would genuinely enliven his family's home. This project, which has become a standout at Design Thoughts, is a testament to our commitment to innovative design. We are excited to share the project details, design approach, various planning stages, interior visualisations, and more in this blog. Primarily, we can't wait to unveil the unique courtyard design that sets this project apart, and we're sure it will pique your interest. 

The elevation of Mr Jerald's residence is a testament to modern design. At the same time, the interiors are a harmonious blend of courtyards, water features, landscape, interior-exterior connection, and minimal yet luxurious finishes. This fusion of modern design with natural elements creates a contemporary space that invites you to explore and experience the home's unique charm and resonates with biophilic design principles. 

Project fact file: 

Plot size: 60 x 60

Built-up area: 4000 sq. ft. 

Site orientation: South-west 

Site advantage: Corner plot

Site topography: Flat site 

Location: Spa Eco City, Sarajapur 

Neighbourhood: Gated community gearing up for construction 

Project architects: Ar. Madhuri, Ar. Avinesh Kumar, Ar. Harshavardhan, Ar.Mahantesh

Client persona

A nature-interactive courtyard in the centre of Mr Jerald’s house

Our client, Jerald Joesph, is an IT professional, and his wife is a dancer who loves yoga. With two kids, they envisioned a luxurious 4BHK with a G+1 modern home design. Their desire for a functional home over Vastu guidelines led us to the unique courtyard planning, which became the home's central attraction. They also favoured an open-plan concept allowing for double-height views from every part of the house. This vision of a functional, open, and luxurious home guided our design process and helped us create a space that truly reflects the client's lifestyle and preferences. 

With courtyard planning, the clients were keen to alter the home's microclimate, which also brought in a nice connection between nature and the inside of the house. Moreover, they wanted a dedicated space on the terrace to provide solar panels to make the home sustainable. The clients completed detailed research of plans, reference pictures, and design ideas for their dream homes, which helped our designers understand their style. 

Design evolution

Before any plan goes up to the execution level, plenty of planning strategies, discussions, revisions, and evolutions are involved. Through these blog posts, we are trying to make you understand these stages and get an idea about constructing a modern home design. 

Courtyard planning and biophilia 

Connecting nature and human experiences

Biophilic design is an architectural concept that intends to bring elements from nature into design. On a broad aspect, scientific principles are carried in the design too. However, we can consider including aspects of nature like air, light, rain and natural textures for home designs. So when one enters such spaces, there is no disconnect in the user’s mind from nature. They will feel like part of nature, although confined between four walls. 

Mr Jeralad’s home is a perfect example of a connection between the elements of the home and nature that accentuates the house's ambience, creating a space that makes you feel connected and at peace. 

Courtyard planning and openness  

The entire home plan on a 60x60 plot focuses on reducing the number of walls and following an open concept. Our designers zoned the private spaces like the bedrooms and servant quarters on the northeast side while almost the rest of the house on the ground floor seemed open. The staircase is on the south side. Strategically place the stair window to be visible from the road, making the elevation more interesting. 

Staircase window as seen from the southern side road

On the other floors, private spaces are prioritised, yet the connection to the central courtyard is maintained. The rest of the spaces are dedicated to the dance area, all zoned on the terrace floor that opens to the terrace. 

Envisioning the openness in the planning and interiors 

Interior explorations

The interior altogether fosters a connection with nature. The central courtyard brings the dampness of the drizzles, the warmth of summers, the chills of the monsoons, and the lustre of springs into the house. We went for textures and finishes that complement this space as it connect each space. 

The enticing courtyard and water feature view from the foyer

Corner plot exterior 

The exterior combines different textures and colours in a modern, contemporary tone. We bestow a mix of grey textures, including concrete, stone cladding, wooden false ceilings, and glazed windows with bold black framing. 

A view of the balcony from the in the interiors and as seen from the exterior 

In this modern home design, we located the bay windows on both sides of the elevation in this corner plot to wrap it in glass and maximise the views for the bedrooms. For the balcony on the first floor, which opens up to the front, we added a nice corner view along with plantations that match the lushness of the inside. 

As we can see, this pattern of greens along the balconies, railings, parapet, and grills beautifully adds a softness to the rigid concrete exterior. 

The corner plot also facilitates the play of vertical and horizontal massing elements along various parts of the exteriors. We can also observe a uniformity of materials, such as wood-finished false ceilings for the horizontal aspects, while all the vertical elements are in grey stone and concrete cladding.  

 

The elevation shows glazed box bay windows, tall stair windows, corner balconies, soft landscaping features, and rough textures.

Wrapping up 

As we end the blog of one of our outstanding projects, we are happy about how the exterior and interiors hold on to that connection in design. The asymmetry in the exterior elevation exhibits the modernity in massing that holds the material variations together for the corner plot. This modern house design with a courtyard exemplifies how design transcends harmony, calmness and a sense of human psychology.  

Check out a detailed spatial presentation of this home plan on a 60x60 plot here and our YouTube channel. 

Drop your thoughts and comments on this blog post for interesting interaction and discussions with our designers. 

For further design ideas and implementation, please contact us by mail or phone. 

Join the Conversation: We value your ideas and are open to new design challenges. Reach us at admin@designthoughts.org, visit our website and follow us on Instagram at Design Thoughts Architects or Contact us on 7022169882.

Thank you for being a part of our design journey; we look forward to hearing your thoughts and ideas. Cheers to many more creative interactions ahead!

Writer,

Design Thoughts Architects

[midnight-talescape]

The Tyrant and His Pet (Yandere Frieza x Reader)

Does the fact that my first post on tumblr is a 3k smut of Frieza x reader indicate anything about me? No, of course not there is nothing wrong about me.

Warning: bdsm, swearing, breeding kink, tailfucking, master/pet, double penetration, stomach bulge, whipping, implied consent, yandere?, ooc a little bit, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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“My lord, you ask for me?”

You ask as you walk into Frieza’s personal quarter.

“Yes, yes, I have been expecting you, pet. Now raise your head, we wouldn’t want that pretty face of yours to be blown off now would we?”

Hearing the odd request from your lord took you off guard and that moment of hesitation was enough to anger him. 

“I said, RAISE YOUR HEAD!”

Before you know it you were thrown across the room with a flick of his tail and landed on the floor with a thud. The second you landed before you can even register the pain of being thrown across the room by a fuck ton of power, you quickly kneel and raise your head to please the tyrant.

‘Oh god, that hurt I think I broke a couple of bones.’

“My sincere apologies my lord, I was slightly taken aback at your request.”

‘Okay never mind my bones are well just in pain’

With a ‘hmph’ Frieza turn around toward you and lift your head up with his tail.

“Do you know why I call you here today?”

“No my lord, perhaps I have done something to displease you?”

Raising his hand to his mouth, Frieza let out a laugh before grabbing you by the neck and pulling your face toward his,

“That’s exactly it, you have done something to displease me greatly and I have called you here today to hand out the punishment myself.”

Feeling the hand around your neck slowly tighten, you look into your lord’s blood red eye, the intent to kill was evident.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk, why did I say that, what did I do, I’m going to fucking die now, fuckkkk’

Maybe it was the panic in your eye that amused him, he release his hold on you and you fell on the floor, once again allowed to breathe.

Watching as you gasp for air, he let out a little hum before turning around and continuing,

“You know I wanted to kill you, for as the galactic tyrant, I will not stand for a weakling like you to live and control my feeling. To make me like the rest of those filthy races wanting and desiring for someone else. To become pathetic and weak.”

Hearing this you looked up in confusion,

‘Is this a fucking confession?! Dear god or kami or whatever am I fucking hallucinating?!’

“But seeing you talking with that filthy underling, has changed my mind…”

‘Who the fu- oh. Oh Christ he’s talking about Jerald. Shiiiittttt’

“My lord please forgive me, I’m willing to do anything to make up for my mistake.”

‘If I’m dense enough I can pretend like he didn’t just confess to me’

Frieza claps his hand feigning excitement

“Then isn’t it great that I have decided you will have the honor of being my, ah what’s that word now? Empress, that’s right. You will be my empress and the mother of my child…”

‘Fuck’

Suddenly you’re forced against the wall with his tail wrapped around your waist.

“How about we start now?”

‘Oh fuck, I’m fucked, quite literally fucked’

“Wait, my lor-“

You started before you was cut off by Frieza slamming his lip on you before saying,

“Now quiet pet, before I forced you to”

The next thing you know you were stripped of your cloth and felt his hand roaming your body.

Any protest you have of being touch in such a vulnerable state was swallowed by Frieza‘s lip on yours.

‘Who would have known that unlike his appearance the lord has such soft and cold lip. Well, I guess cold was expected, but soft? Honestly, you was half expecting it to be hard like his heart or something.’

Sensing your distraction Frieza tightens his tail around your waist in displeasure, you gasp in pain from the pressure that is threatening to break your spine. Frieza took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.

‘He tastes like wine, why does he taste like wine? Oh, right forgot the lord is a bit of an alcoholic, huh that will explain why this is happening. Wait… no, shit I can’t breathe, oxygen don’t leave meeeeeeee’

After a while just as you were about to lose consciousness from the lack of air, he mercifully let go of you to allow you a second to breathe. As you gasp for breath Frieza lean toward your ears and whispers menacingly,

“Focus pet, or I might actually let you die next time. I’m not above fucking your corpse, but of course, we both wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

“Yes, *gasp my lord, *gasp my deepest *gasp apology” you struggle out while catching your breath

‘Sweet sweet oxygen daddy misses you’

“Good, now look at me, pet.” he said as he tilt your face toward him, “I want you to listen to me very closely, hmmm. Not a noise out of you, you hear?”

“Yes, m-omph!!!“

Just as you were about to answer back the only way you know how, you let out a silent scream as he suddenly bit your neck, hard enough to drew blood.

“Not when I do this…” another silent scream as he shoves his finger into your entrance, “or this” and you guess it another silent scream as Frieza pushes you against the ground and lashes you across the back with his tail, “or when I do this, you hear me pet, hmmm?”

You nodded your head quickly.

“Good, now pleasure me pet and if you do it well enough I might just forgive you for what you did.”

‘There’s no way he me- oh… Oh, oh fuckkk, ‘

Looking at the thick purple cock that is now in front of your face you started having an internal panic attack, weeeeellllll more than you already was anyway,

‘WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM, WHAT THE HELL?!?! OH GOD IT'S SLIMY, WHY IS IT SLIMY, WHAT SICK BASTARD DECIDED THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA TO PUT ON SOMEONE, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY…’

“That’s not gonna fit, there’s no way that’s gonna fit.” you whispered as you slowly back away, well at least as far as you can go before you were dragged back by Frieza’s tail,

“Aw, what a pity because this isn’t the only form I will be fucking you in~”

“I’m sorry wha-“

You couldn’t even finish that sentence before Frieza grab your hair and slam his cock into your mouth, at least a part of it because that thing is not gonna fully fit in your mouth and you promptly started choking because damn you gag reflex.

Watching as your eyes started watering from having to take him in your mouth, Frieza let out a amuse chuckle before lashing you across the back and saying,

“Use your hand now, if you’re not going to put them into good use then I don’t mind removing them for you.”

Shaking you slowly started stroking the part of his cock that you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

‘This is actually kinda hot, wait am I a masochist?’

That thought was soon blown away or well fucked away to be more exact as Frieza get impatient and started fucking you in the face roughly. You really couldn’t think much when your mouth is filled with the universe renowned tyrants cock with his juice (slime?) dripping down your face.

‘Why does his cock taste like wine?! Does he bath in that stuff?!?!’

Oh wait, never mind you can.

Sensing you are slowly losing your focus again, on some trivial matter most likely Frieza grip your hair in displeasure. You was always like this, so easily lost into your own little world. Easily distracted, lost and confused. How else will you never notice the way he looks at you, why else will you pay attention to those other filthy underlings, what will you do if he wasn’t there for you? But oh he’s done waiting, he’s done waiting for you to come to him, he will take and break you, to the point where he will never leave your mind again.

Thinking this he quickly control his tail to start lashing across your back and this time he didn’t bother to be gentle or stop.

Between the pain from the tail and Frieza attempting to shove his cock down your throat you can do little more than whimper.

How long did you kneel there taking his cock was lost to you all you knew was when he finally cum into your mouth and forced you to drink every bit of it, (taste a bit tart and not just straight wine because that will be weird and concerning) your throat was raw and you can’t feel your face and your bleeding from the places he lashes across your back.

You were feeling nothing but pain all over your body… and pleasure?

‘Oh god I am a masochist, well a shame it’s over now’

Just as you thought that you were pushed against the wall or well rather slapped and hold there by your neck with his hand,

‘I WAS FUCKING JOKING!!!’

Was your last thought before he slammed into you and started fucking you roughly. This time your scream was not silent, which was on the bright side quickly silent by him choking you.

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT STAYING QUIET PET!!!”

“I’m- I’m sorry *hic my lord, *hic it hurt, oh god it hurt”

Frieza was about to say something when he noticed something trickling down your leg. Suddenly amused he let go of his hand on your neck and slow down the thrusting enough for you to catch a breath,

“First time? What a surprise, pet. Now, why is that hmmmm? Saving yourself for me perhaps?”

Through your increasingly blurred mind ‘oh god you’re so full’ you manage an answer out of your mouth and you pray whatever you said was comprehensive.

“I never uunf find anyone worth hahhh fucking ahhh~”

“So little pet think they’re master is the only one worth fucking huh?”

‘Well not exactly that, you kinda force this to happen and I don’t particularly want to die, also…. How are you so full?! You have never felt so stretched before, is this supposed to happen? Maybe this isn’t even sex, maybe this is just some sort of obscene torture to punish you. Dear god fuck, are you even still alive? Are those moaning actually coming from you? Wait moaning? Fuck’

“Seem like little pet caught on? Too late!” Frieza said almost too gleefully,

You felt prodding on your ass and you comprehend enough to know that his tail was smooth and cold before he suddenly shoved it in you.

Despite it being thinner than his cock it does not make it any less painful. Trying to hold in your scream you instinctively bit Frieza’s neck and started clawing his back frantically.

“Seem like my pet have claws?”

Panicking, certain you have signed your death warrant you tried to apologize through your fear and pain.

Frieza shush you and rub your back in an oddly comforting way,

“Shush now pet, as your reward for keeping yourself for me, I will allow this act of ah treason”

“Thank you my lord” you sobbed into his shoulder as you endure the onslaught of thrusting from both ends. After a couple of quick thrusts, he hit a spot that makes you see stars and you quickly came all over Frieza. Seeing you panting from your high, Frieza gives a sinister smile before putting one of your legs over his shoulder and pounded into you deeper than you know he could go.

After god knows how long and after your third? Fourth? You lost track of how many times you came, you felt Frieza’s thrust becoming sloppy and know he’s close. In hope of making him cum faster so you can be free from this blissful torture you started clenching your tunnel and kissing up his neck.

Soon Frieza came inside you with a low moan of his and you felt the liquid inside you which cause you to reach your climax once more.

‘Cold, it’s so cold, how the fuck did I not notice that when I was swallowing it?’

After a while you both calm down from your high, Frieza lazily put his head on your shoulder, and a sense of foreboding washed over you.

“Who said you can cum, pet?”

“I’m- I'm sorry, I couldn’t help it, please forgive me, my lord!”

Frieza put a finger on your lip to shush you down.

“Shhhhh, I hate to punish you, but you will never learn otherwise won’t you?”

Do you know what’s on his mind? Absolutely not, but whatever’s going to happen you have a feeling it’s going to hurt.

“Now be a good pet and wrap your leg around me and maybe I will have mercy on you, how about that, love hmmmmm?”

“Ye-yes!”

The only thing you can do now is follow his order and maybe your punishment wouldn’t be as severe.

“That’s a good pet.”

Just as he finished saying that, you felt it before realizing what was happening. You thought you were full before, but now you’re splitting open. His cock was growing bigger inside you, stretching you open further than you thought was possible.

“No aahhh so full unnf I cant hahhh I can't keep it in, mmmfffp I’m so sorry-“

Seeing you desperately trying to apologize to him as you were stretch across his cock after he transform with tear streaming down your pretty face, he felt a tiny bit of mercy. After all, you have been a good pet. He slowly kisses away your tear while continuing to pound into you.

“No need to cry, you have been a good pet so far, so from now on tell me exactly how you felt.”

“Ye-yes my lord.”

“Good, now be a good pet and call me master for the time being”

“Maste-“

You desperately hang on to him as Frieza begin fucking you while walking toward the bed.

“There’s no need to hang on so tight I’m not going to drop you.”

You can no longer hear what he said, all you can do is mumble out broken sentences as he fuck you.

“It’s so deep- I can't- please, master- slow down”

Suddenly all air was knocked out of you as he forcefully fuck into your cervix causing you to burst into tears as you nearly burst with the need to climax.

“Not there please- it hurts- master it’s too deep- don’t- stop please-“

Seeing you crying over how deep he’s going into you, Frieza let out a maniacal laughter. He took out the tail that was still thrusting inside you (you completely forgot it was still there in the first place since you were too overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure from the front entrance) and wrapped it around your stomach tightly as to maximize contact of his cock as it bulge out of your stomach.

“Looks like I’m breaking you, little pet. I was about to let you go, but hearing how you don’t want me to stop, what kind of master will I be if I don’t obligate their pet?”

“No- Please-please let me cum-“

Any protest or begging you want to make was fucked out of you, as he twisted you so you’re no longer facing him.

“Pet, you ever wonder what I can see from this window?”

You can no longer comprehend him as the knot inside your stomach is growing tighter and you beg to be given the permission to cum.

“No- master please-”

“Well I’m going to grant you the permission to find out as a reward for being such a good pet for me, so now quiet down”

You were suddenly being fucked against the window, and your warm body was pressed against the cool glass which sent goosebumps across your skin, but that’s not important. The important thing is not only can you see the galaxy in front of you, but you can also see the training ground. And there was a shit load of people either training or going on about their everyday life. If anyone, anyone, was to look up right now they will be able to see you being fucked by the lord himself. See how much of a slut you are being fucked so shamelessly against the window for the world to see.

Sensing your fear and anxious about being seen, Frieza whispered into your ear with a gleeful smile,

“How will your friend feel if they see you up here? Taking my cock like a good little pet? Being breeded and cumming from the punishment I have inflicted upon you like the dirty slut you are? You will like that, won’t you? Being breed and having my cum inside you, to be my little slut wouldn’t you?”

The shame, the guilt, the voice that’s whispering into your ears, the cock that is forcing its way into your womb, the intense pleasure you felt every time his cock rubbed against your stomach was too much. Your mind went blank and your body was paralyzed as you came all over the window from the biggest climax you have experienced.

“Tsk, tsk, look at the mess you made, I didn’t realize I gave you the permission to cum”

“Master, please please forgive me”

“A punishment is a punishment, don’t worry we have a long time ahead of us…”

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After you were filled to the brim with his seed, Frieza made you cockwarm him in order to ‘keep his reward inside if you’ and that ‘it’s only fair for you to make up for the mercy he shows you by keeping him warm.’

Right before you fell into the sweet void of sleep you shuddered as you heard him whisper into your ears，

“My sweet submissive pet you’re never leaving my side. If you tried to escape I will break your bones one by one, and if anyone wants to help you, then it will simply be time for me to watch their planet burn to ashes. So it’s best if you just stay here filled to the brim with my seed and be a good submissive pet”

There is no escaping, as soon as the galactic tyrant wants something, he will have it. You should be gracious he even set eyes on you, after all, it was a reward for your good behavior.

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MW cartoon muses? I see you guys have a lot!

we have so many, and of course we would love to see more, especially from cartoon network properties as requested by our dear members- for example finn the human, jake the dog, marcelene the vampire queen, princess bubblegum, lumpy space princess, and simon from adventure time, all three of the power puff girls, steven universe, greg universe, ruby, sapphire, pearl, and amethyst from steven universe/future, i haven't seen it yet, but infinity train seems fantastic and we would love any of those characters here, mystery inc aka scooby gang aka fred jones, velma dinkly, daphne blake, shaggy rogers, over the garden wall; greg, wirt, and beatrice. and of course other animated properties like bobs burgers is a big request- we've got a blended family going on there which i love to see, futurama would also be fun from adult animation, and of course all of the fantastic disney animated shows like, gravity falls- dipper, mabel, stan, ford, soos, wendy, robbie, owl house- luz, eda, amity, gus, willow, edric, emira, monster high- clawdeen, cleo, heath burns, lagoona, clawd, danny phantom- danny, sam, tucker, hey arnold- arnold, helga, jerald, rhonda, lila, phoebe, stinky, kim possible- kim, ron, shigo, bonnie, monique, wade!! but also please we will love any animated muses

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Day 12

On June 12, 2016, a mass shooting occurred in Orlando, Florida, United States, inside a LGBTQIA+ nightclub named Pulse. Omar Mateen (29) was responsible for shooting and killing 49 individuals and injuring 53 others.

Victims killed during the attack:

Stanley Almodovar III (23)

Amanda Alvear (25)

Oscar A. Aracena-Montero (26)

Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala (33)

Alejandro Barrios Martinez (21)

Martin Benitez Torres (33)

Antonio D. Brown (30)

Darryl R. Burt II (29)

Jonathan A. Camuy Vega (24)

Angel L. Candelario-Padro (28)

Simon A. Carrillo Fernandez (31)

Juan Chevez-Martinez (25)

Luis D. Conde (39)

Cory J. Connell (21)

Tevin E. Crosby (25)

Franky J. Dejesus Velazquez (50)

Deonka D. Drayton (32)

Mercedez M. Flores (26)

Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz (22)

Juan R. Guerrero (22)

Paul T. Henry (41)

Frank Hernandez (27)

Miguel A. Honorato (30)

Javier Jorge-Reyes (40)

Jason B. Josaphat (19)

Eddie J. Justice (30)

Anthony L. Laureano Disla (25)

Christopher A. Leinonen (32)

Brenda L. Marquez McCool (49)

Jean C. Mendez Perez (35)

Akyra Monet Murray (18)

Kimberly Morris (37)

Jean C. Nieves Rodriguez (27)

Luis O. Ocasio-Capo (20)

Geraldo A. Ortiz-Jimenez (25)

Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera (36)

Joel Rayon Paniagua (32)

Enrique L. Rios Jr. (25)

Juan P. Rivera Velazquez (37)

Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan (24)

Christopher J. Sanfeliz (24)

Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado (35)

Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez (25)

Edward Sotomayor Jr. (34)

Shane E. Tomlinson (33)

Leroy Valentin Fernandez (25)

Luis S. Vielma (22)

Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon (37)

Jerald A. Wright (31)

Articles about the victims:

Articles about the attack:

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Ultimately, this was all Master Varin’s fault.

It hadn’t, Vesemir explained, been mandatory for young witchers to hold a degree until 1990, when Master Varin had returned after spending six years obtaining a Bachelor’s in Chemistry whilst still doing all his… witchering. He had proclaimed the experience “eye opening” and “a good way to get to know humans” and some other bullshit Geralt didn’t fully understand.

Geralt had succeeded in evading the Trial of Uni, as he and Eskel had taken to calling it, for a grand total of two months after his Grasses, until Vesemir had all but scruffed him and dragged him to a computer with UCAS opened up. His only solace in the whole situation was that he and Eskel were applying to all the same universities.

Except then Eskel got a full scholarship to the University of St Andrews, which the trainers weren’t letting him pass up on, and Geralt… didn’t get a place at St Andrews.

Which was how Geralt had ended up at Edinburgh instead. It was still Scotland, at least, so it wasn’t that far from Kaer Morhen over on the Shetland Isles, or Eskel in St Andrews. It was a city, which was… less than desirable, but Geralt could work with that.

He could.

What he wasn’t so sure he could work with was the fucking disaster of a man he had ended up flatmates with. The others seemed alright - Shani and Priscilla gave Geralt his space, and didn’t bother him too much. They didn’t seem to mind that he was a witcher either.

Jaskier, on the other hand…

The best part was, Geralt hadn’t even met Jaskier in the flat. For the first half of his first semester, Room 4 in Flat 12 of College Wynd had remained blissfully unoccupied. Shani and Priscilla did their own thing - Shani was rarely in the flat anyway, being a medicine student with a ridiculously full schedule - and Priscilla spent most of her time doing her theatre society things. The girls were at least kind enough to not throw any parties in the flat, after the time Geralt had nearly murdered Priscilla with a glare for doing so.

No, Geralt met Jaskier outside the dean’s office, of all the possible places.

It was November, and Geralt had heard of some strange, possibly vampiric, activity occurring on the outskirts of Edinburgh, thanks to a contract for a witcher put up by the Metropolitan Police. Unfortunately, he was also the only fully trained Wolf witcher situated anywhere near Edinburgh, and he’d be damned if he let a passing Cat or Griffin or anyone hop in and take the kill. Remus had passed through last week, but he was all the way down in Yorkshire by the time the reports came in. The UK was large, and the Wolf School was only a hundred or so members strong. They didn’t have enough witchers to permanently station anyone in cities, their witchers instead roaming up and down the country.

Also unfortunately, Geralt had about five different assignments due the next week, but the police were getting antsy, nobody could find the stupid vampire, and nobody could even identify it. Geralt had wanted to just get up and leave to take the contract, but Vesemir insisted he had to go ask the dean for permission to miss his classes first, and also for an extension on his assignments, because Melitele knew Geralt might take a while.

So, much to his annoyance, Geralt had ended up sitting outside the dean’s office during one of his free periods, fidgeting and playing with his medallion and his hood pulled over his distinctly white hair, shadowing his cat-slitted eyes. Just because everyone knew he was a witcher didn’t mean he wanted to put himself on show.

Then a tall, slim man wearing a frankly ridiculous red raincoat over an even more ridiculous yellow crop top and absolutely horrifying high waisted jeans and incredibly impractical Ugg boots (it was Scotland, how were his boots not soaked through?) sat down next to Geralt.

“Hi,” he said cheerfully, in an obnoxiously posh accent. “I’m Jaskier.”

“Hmm.” Who named themselves Buttercup in another language?

Jaskier laughed. “Hmm. What an excellent name. I love how you just sit there and… brood.”

Geralt turned pointedly away from him.

“Come on, you can’t keep a man with…” Jaskier waved his hands wildly, “...a screwdriver in his pants waiting.”

That caught Geralt’s attention. “What?”

Jaskier rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. Say, what are you here for?”

“Absence request,” Geralt said shortly.

“Right, those, yeah,” Jaskier laughed again and sank down in his seat. “I’m uh - well, I may or may not have stabbed my flatmate with a screwdriver while I was putting together this thing from IKEA?”

Geralt stared at him.

Jaskier’s arms flailed again, and he made an odd sound. “He’s okay - unfortunately - he just ended up bleeding a little and started screaming and our RA walked in, and, yeah, I’m here now.”

There was a moment of silence. Geralt… didn’t know what to say to that. He settled for sinking further into his chair.

“...so, uh. What do you need leave permission for?”

“Job.”

Jaskier made an interested sound. “Ooh, cool! I should get myself one of those. What’s your job?”

“Killing monsters.”

“Huh?”

Geralt was saved from having to answer further when the dean opened his door. “Geralt Rivia!” he called. Geralt stood and pulled back his hood.

“Here,” he said gruffly.

Jaskier gasped and leapt to his feet. “Oh my god, I know you! White hair, yellow eyes - you’re that witcher! Jerald Rivia!” Geralt speed walked into the dean’s office. He gave Geralt a confused look, but stepped aside to let Geralt in anyway. “Jerald - hey, wait, that’s how you say your name, right - wait, don’t leave! Hang on! I’m sure you have a treasure trove of stories -”

The dean shut the door, and Geralt sighed in relief. “What was that all about?” the dean asked. Geralt shrugged. “Right. Well then, Geralt, what did you need to see me for?”

Once the dean had granted Geralt his leave with minimal fussing (scary witcher eyes worked wonders), Geralt brushed straight past Jaskier to return to his dorm room, despite Jaskier’s attempts to reach out to him. He had a vampire to track.

***

The vampire, as Geralt now knew two days later, was a katakan. And not just any katakan - an old, experienced katakan who had left Geralt sore, out of Black Blood, and highly toxic. The smarting in his leg told him Swallow or even White Raffard’s was probably called for, but the white hot throbbing of his veins told him White Honey was a much better idea.

Geralt groaned as he stumbled into the flat. Shani and Priscilla were, predictably, asleep - it was four in the morning, after all, but there was a third heartbeat coming from the kitchen. Instantly on high alert, Geralt kept one hand on his steel sword as he opened the kitchen door.

Dancing in front of the countertop was… Jaskier? What was the strange man from the dean’s office doing here? He was dressed in shorts and a loose T-shirt, and, humming, put a metal bowl in the microwave.

“Stop!” Geralt exclaimed. Jaskier yelped and dropped a fork - which had, God help him, been going into the bowl. “What are you doing?”

“Geralt! Is that any way to greet your new flatmate - sorry for getting your name wrong, by the way - hey, what are you doing -” Geralt shoved past Jaskier to yank the bowl out of the microwave and slam it onto the counter. It contained… what might have been mac and cheese. “What are you doing - you’re getting monster guts everywhere!”

“You can’t microwave metal,” Geralt snarled. “It’ll blow up.”

Jaskier blinked once. Twice. “Well. Ah. Thank you for letting me know - you’ve just saved our flat. A true hero. Say, what are you covered in?”

“Katakan.” Geralt stepped away from Jaskier and shrugged off his swords. Jaskier’s eyes trailed them curiously.

“Katakan. So, that’s, what, a type of necrophage?”

“Vampire. Their true form looks like a giant mutated bat but they can disguise themselves as humans, and their healing is slowest when the sun is highest. Violent. Nasty.”

“You don’t say,” Jaskier mumbled, eyeing Geralt thoughtfully. “And what about you? Why are your eyes all… black? Is that your witcher true form or something?”

Geralt… had nearly forgotten about that. He pulled out a White Honey from his belt pouch and chugged it. Immediately, the warmth spread through his veins, and he felt the toxins clear. “Witcher potions. Too much is toxic for even us.”

“Oh wow, your eyes are going back to gold.” Jaskier peered at him curiously, then made a face and leaned away. “You reek. You need a long hot shower. I refuse to live with that stench.”

Geralt’s thoughts came to a grinding halt. “You live here? Since when?”

Jaskier scratched his head awkwardly. “Since, well, yesterday. Because I stabbed Valdo Marx, who completely deserved it by the way. Unfortunately, he’s fine.”

...Geralt suddenly felt unreasonably worried for his safety.

He was pleased to learn, however, that the screwdriver stabbing asides, Jaskier proved to be a surprisingly good flatmate. Sure, he seemed to be completely nocturnal, but he was quiet enough at night and didn’t make a mess. He talked a lot, but after the first five times he tried to engage Geralt in conversation, he left Geralt pretty much alone. Having lived at Kaer Morhen, that was all Geralt could ask for. Jaskier even tried to arrange flat bonding sessions, which turned out surprisingly well and meant Geralt actually spoke to Priscilla and Shani, even though one session had resulted in Geralt needing to Aard the oven.

The story had Lambert and Eskel cackling when Geralt told it to them over the winter break. It was supper time, and the three were sitting together sawing at hard meat which was probably at least a year out of date with their dinner knives. Things never did go well when it was Gweld’s turn to cook. At least this time there were no magic mushrooms.

“How do you fuck up cookies that badly?” Lambert wheezed.

“You made bread explode once,” Eskel reminded him.

Lambert waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, but that was on purpose.”

Just thinking of the incident made Geralt groan. That had been interesting to explain to Vesemir, and Rennes had been distinctly displeased. Poor Lambert had spent the rest of the week waking up an hour before dawn to run laps in the frigid Shetland air.

“Compared to you, my university’s been fine,” Eskel said. “I haven’t had to take any contracts. Monsters don’t seem to like St Andrews.”

“The Trial of Uni is really fucking stupid,” Lambert grumbled. “The world already knows we’re freaks. Why rub it in our faces?”

“I don’t think that’s the point,” Eskel replied evenly. “Geralt?”

“Hmm.”

Eskel sighed. “Talkative as always. But really, Lambert, it’s not as bad as some people -” at this, Eskel threw a pointed look halfway across the Great Hall at Clovis, who even more pointedly ignored him - “make it seem.”

“It’s no worse than Kaer Morhen,” Geralt agreed. “Up for a round of Gwent?”

Naturally, Geralt won his round against Lambert, and then his round against Eskel, and Clovis, and Gweld, and Aubry, and Remus. He then promptly lost fifty pounds to Vesemir, but he at least had a few new cards, which was enough to please him. Unfortunately, Gwent had fallen out of fashion with humans sometime in the last century (the joys of having ancient instructors), so Geralt would have to wait until he met another witcher to play another round.

He returned to Edinburgh in high spirits. Aubry had offered to drive him and Eskel back to university, seeing as he planned on working his way down to Wales anyway. The car ride was long, but Geralt entertained himself with even more Gwent and bugging Eskel. Eskel returned what he got, and more than once Aubry had to remind them to not start sparring in the backseat of his car.

“I’ve had her for twenty years,” Aubry complained. “I refuse to lose her to a pair of rowdy green witchers.”

Unsurprisingly, Geralt was the first to return to his flat. The term didn’t start for another week, but witchers could hardly afford to lounge around all winter, what with the amount of monsters in Great Britain. Geralt didn’t have his own car, and so he was dependent on older witchers driving him back to university, seeing as he didn’t want to walk nearly four hundred miles.

The benefit of returning to university early, however, was that he had time to take on a contract. Someone had called Kaer Morhen just before he arrived to report “strange supernatural activity” in an abandoned flat. Geralt allowed himself a night’s rest, then set out to the apartment with his two swords.

It turned out to be a noonwraith, and that on its own would have been simple enough; noonwraiths were annoying little buggers, but they were manageable. No, the problem was when Geralt belatedly realised there was an alp in the basement.

The ensuing fight was hard and bloody. In the end, Geralt came out on top, but not without a wide range of injuries which left him on the ground wheezing. Eventually, he mustered the strength to take some potions and stagger back home, but not before texting Vesemir to let him know the contract was done. The contract giver would transfer money to Kaer Morhen, and Vesemir would send him his share. All in all, it was a clean system.

Geralt managed to stagger back to his flat. It was nighttime, and not many students had returned, meaning the streets were still relatively quiet. Those who did see him gave him a wide berth, murmuring and pointing, but Geralt ignored it. He just wanted to get home. A hot bath sounded excellent - then he could treat his wounds.

Unfortunately, Geralt discovered upon his return that someone else had arrived. He cursed his luck as he closed the door behind him. There was a suitcase in the front hall, and the kitchen door was propped open by a chair. Geralt could hear a man humming. Jaskier. Great.

Perhaps he could sneak past without Jaskier noticing - 

“Hello? Who’s there?” Jaskier called, and Geralt winced.

“Just me,” he called back.

“Ah! Geralt! How was your - Melitele’s tits, what the fuck happened to you?” Jaskier exclaimed. He dropped the piece of toast he had been holding and rushed to Geralt, hovering next to him. “Do you need the hospital? Should I call 999? I’m calling 999 -”

“Jaskier,” Geralt said forcefully. “I’m a witcher. I’ll be fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Jaskier said fretfully. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call 999?” His hand hovered over the phone in his pocket.

“I’m sure. They don’t know shit about witchers.” Geralt started limping to the bath.

“Wait. Let me help stitch you back up, at least. I’ve got a first aid certificate.”

“Dunno what good that is,” Geralt grumbled, but he grabbed the first aid kit off the wall and threw it at Jaskier anyway. He stepped into the bathroom and stripped off his clothes and armour - he could deal with that later. Geralt stood under the spray of hot water, wincing as it ran over his wounds.

He decided to forego the soap and shampoo, instead gently scrubbing himself down to get rid of the blood and dirt. The noonwraith had been in that house for a long time, and with folks too afraid to go inside, it had become unbearably dusty. When Geralt came out of the bathroom, dry and dressed, he found Jaskier had set up the first aid materials on the dining table with a chair pulled up next to it.

“Sit down, Geralt,” Jaskier said, and Geralt did just that.

***

Jaskier was a quick study, and Geralt soon became grateful for his help, even though he refused to admit it. Sometimes, Shani, who was a med student, had to help with treating Geralt’s wounds, although she often complained he was better off going to A&E. Geralt reiterated that there wasn’t much A&E could do for him - his potions were enough.

Every week or so, Geralt would sit in the kitchen reading through his course work while Jaskier helped stitch him back up. He was chatty as ever, but at least he got things done.

“Come with me to open mic night, Geralt, Essi and I are performing,” Jaskier would say (and Geralt did attend open mic night, lurking in the corner), or “have you seen Professor Rejk’s new tie? It’s hideous!” (and no, Geralt had not, but he made a special point of paying attention to Professor Rejk the next time he saw him).

It was an easy relationship, one akin to the bond Geralt shared with Eskel, and yet completely different. Jaskier chattered nonstop, but he didn’t make Geralt talk, and he knew when to leave a question alone. It was companionable and comfortable, and for Geralt that was enough.

***

In March, a bug started spreading across campus. Geralt’s classes shrank in size as students and professors alike ended up bedridden with a horrible cold. He thought nothing of it - he was a witcher, after all, and witchers were functionally immune to human diseases.

Poor Jaskier, unfortunately, was only human, and he did manage to get sick. It all started when Priscilla caught the bug from Essi (who had caught the bug from Valdo, who had caught the bug from a music professor). Jaskier spent his free time caring for his friend, and by the time the week was up, Priscilla was good as new, and Jaskier was sneezing nonstop.

“You look terrible,” Geralt told him one morning when he walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Jaskier lifted his head to sneeze at Geralt, then set it down back against his arms. Geralt wrinkled his nose. “Disgusting,” he said as he pulled the egg carton out of the fridge. “Want breakfast?”

“Yes please,” Jaskier said, sounding very congested. “I don’t want to go to class.”

“Then don’t,” Geralt said simply. He took the frying pan out of a cupboard and set it on the hob, switching it on.

“You know what, maybe that’s not a bad idea.” Jaskier eyed the eggs wistfully. “Can I have scrambled eggs?”

“Hmm.” Geralt retrieved a bowl from the drying rack and cracked in several eggs, then whisked them. He added milk and salt to the bowl, and oil to the frying pan. Jaskier watched with hungry eyes as he cooked the eggs.

“Best roommate ever,” Jaskier declared as Geralt placed a plate in front of him. Geralt hummed and served up his own eggs.

“Where are Shani and Priscilla?”

“Morning run,” Jaskier said between mouthfuls of egg. The two ate in companionable silence, broken only by Jaskier’s coughs and sniffles.

“Go back to bed,” Geralt said when they finished eating. He gathered their plates and filled the sink up.

“Will you bring me tea?” Jaskier asked teasingly.

“Hmm.” Geralt put on the kettle, and Jaskier laughed in delight.

“You will! I knew you were a big softie all along!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Geralt said, hiding his smile. “Go back to bed.”

“I’ll be waiting for my tea,” Jaskier said in a sing-song voice. “Best flatmate in the world, bringing his invalid friend tea.”

“You’ve got a cold, not the plague,” Geralt grumbled, scrubbing their plates clean.

“You never know! Anyway, are you heading to class?”

“Hmm. I’ve got a contract after.” Putting the frying pan in the sink to soak, Geralt dumped a teabag and an unholy amount of sugar into a mug. He poured in hot water and passed the mug to Jaskier, who took it gratefully.

“I’ll be here to stitch you up after,” Jaskier said lightly. “Anyway, off with you, or you’ll be late. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah. See you later.” And as Geralt walked out the front door, he couldn’t help but feel as though he had found a second home.

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"ISSAY THE CHUBBY"

Issay is cute pretty but very chubby litter girl. Her parents Jerald and Marry Rose gave her everything she wants because she is an only child. I want chicken she demanded. Her parents were used to Issay's whims. She used to eat chicken all the time. Hmmmm.... it's delicious Issay clapped when she sees the friend chicken, hamburger, spaghetti, chocolate, ice cream and junk foods. There are times when she would cheat on her mother only to buy the food she likes. She call the vendor that pass their house, I'll buy two scoops, Manong!!. She told her favorite ice cream to vendor. People noticed that issay is becoming obese. "Look at the little girl! She looks like Buddha's daughter! " children used to make fun of but she doesn't care. The truth is, even at bedtime Issay would eat. This reason she gets father everyday. Issay mother is worried "I want more chicken, Mother " She requested." You've eaten a lot. That's enough, "her mother said when she does not get what she wants Issay would cry. She would also stamp her feet. Her mother was so disappointed but could do nothing. Issay's parents had a serious talk. " I think we should not always give in to her demands. If she'll get hungry , she would eat for sure," Her father suggested" Issay cried all day long on her mom. She didn't touch any food. Her parents took pity on her. They gave her the spaghetti and hamburger she wants. Issay gets bigger. She finds it difficult to stay standing as she is too heavy. She would always sit in the sofa and munch food. She has grown so big the kid teased her as chubby Issay. " Uy, chubby Issay is looking at us," Chubby! Chubby!" They teased her. Issay is also sad it is because she would also like to play with the other kids. However, she is so fat she could barely walk. Issay resorted to eating. She eats every food there is. This made her father and mother. One morning Issay woke up not feeling well. She felt chest pains. She experience difficulty in breathin." So that she told her parents" and Issay's is father and mother were so worried. They did not know what to do. " Let's bring her to the doctor," her mother said. Her father could not carry Issay by himself. She was so heavy. Her father asked help from their neighbors, going to their car. While they were traveling to the hospital, while her father driving so worried. Meanwhile they drrived at the hospital and were quickly taken to the emergency room. The Doctors gave first aid to Issay they put an oxygen mask to her face so she could breath easily. Issay was confined at the hospital. The doctor found out that the heart could not pump blood normally because of her obesity. The doctor advised Issay to lose weight. She also changer her eating habits. It is not good for her health, the doctor says. Issay was sorry she didn't listen to her father and mother. When she recovered, she start eating a balanced meal. She also did some exercises to make fit and healthy.

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Good Friday*

soft dom priest!harry x sub!reader

Summary: Based on this request. Y/n is a brat and she's in for it.

A/N: Thank you for this request! I did change the request slightly due to some safety 'caging' rules for while he was away but I think you'll like it. 4.8k words

Warning: 18+ only, smut (oral), bdsm w/consensual sexual punishment, use of flogger and other instruments, cage play, dom/sub dynamic, religious themes (actual bible quotes), blasphemy

Priest!harry Masterlist

It wasn’t unusual that Harry was busy. He was often pulled away from Y/n for members of his parish that needed him. But Y/n didn’t like that. She wanted to have his attention all day every day. Of course, that was impossible. Especially on Good Friday before Easter.

“Father please, let’s just stay here a little longer.” She was nearly purring as she crawled down his body to worship his frame. Both were naked in their bed together. Harry had Y/n lie on her tummy and read out of Song of Solomon as he massaged her back and bottom. He knew she would get like this so he was trying to do sweet things for her before he left her all afternoon. And now she was turned on and warm and needy. But that was exactly his plan.

“Can’t pet. You know I’ve got to get to it. I have responsibilities other than you. You know that.”

Y/n pouted and looked up at him as she continued moving down his torso, keeping her eyes locked on his. Her intent was to lick his cock and make him give in. He rarely did. His willpower astounded her.

“Please. Father, I need you,” her eyes glinted upward over his form as she lowered her mouth to his prick which was already half-plumped.

“Ah ah ah… you’re not listening to me very well, pet.” He pressed at her forehead to stop her from applying her lips to his skin. As satisfying as that would have been. He really did have things to do. And he enjoyed denying himself (and her) immediate pleasure.

She sat back as Harry got off the bed and began dressing and combing his hair. She followed him and watched with a sad face and the occasional sigh so he’d know how sad she was.

He bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smirk. He enjoyed this.

Just before he picked up his bag to leave he pointed to the bedroom as he looked at Y/n, “In the cage. I’ll be back in two hours to check on you. I’m not going to lock it since I’ll be gone so long but I do expect you to be in there for me when I return.”

She had books and a glass of water and a nice blanket so her cage wasn’t all that bad. In fact, she loved it. It had never been a punishment for her. But there was something about being in the cage while Harry was away that gave her comfort and made her feel safe.

But two hours was a long time. And when she looked at the clock and realized that Harry hadn’t returned when he said he would she began to worry. She let herself out to use the bathroom and peek out the front window. She was undressed, wearing only her red collar with its bell and her gold choker necklace. Running her fingers over the H that dangled from the necklace she straightened the curtains back out and sat on the couch.  

And the longer she sat and considered everything the more upset she got. She didn’t understand why she couldn’t just go with him. There would be so many people at the church no one would catch on.

Although, there was the one time that he brought her along and she kept lingering around where Harry was and listening in and peeking around doorways to spot him.

No one noticed it but Harry did and he scolded her for it, saying she was being a little too obvious. Plus they were still treading thin ice after the prayer group incident where Mr. and Mrs. Jeralds might have seen or heard something that night. They still didn’t know either way. Which led to Harry’s new rule. That she was only allowed on regular days of service until they were certain they were in the clear.

Returning to her cage, she pulled the door closed and laid down on her side with a frown. She was a bit worried about the priest. He said two hours and it had nearly been three.

When she heard the front door open and his footsteps into the house she sat up quickly and crossed her legs, awaiting his presence. But before he went into the bedroom to see her she heard him go into the kitchen first.

Now she was angry that he didn’t immediately come to see her first. She crossed her arms and leaned back into the bars and cinched her brows together.

Harry pushed the bedroom door open and looked at the cage where his pet was sitting with a frown and body language that told him she wasn’t happy. He figured she might be a bit put out by his tardiness. Harry was never tardy.

“What’s wrong pet?” He knew what her answer would be.

Except she didn’t answer him. She stared down at her crisscrossed legs and pouted instead.

Sliding the handle to open the door Harry crouched down to get a closer look, “I asked you a question. It’s rude not to answer.”

Silence. She hugged her arms around her middle tighter and jutted her bottom lip out, face angled downward.

“I know I’m late but there’s no reason for you to act like this. You know I get held up sometimes. I’m busy, Y/n.”

The first noise that sounded from her was a scoff as she closed her eyes. She knew she’d be in for it with that.

Harry licked his lips as he nodded, “So it’s like that then? All right. Look at me.”

Y/n held her ground, not moving, nor opening her eyes. She was going to make a point.

“You’re acting like a child. Did I somehow leave a lovely and mature adult woman and come back to a bratty immature little girl?”

Turning her head to look down to the floor next to her knee she huffed and sunk into herself further.

“So that’s it then? You’re no longer my sweet lover? Just a brat? Someone that needs to be punished and not loved on?”

Her ridged composure softened the slightest. She would prefer to be loved on yes, but being a brat was always a good way to get his attention. And she knew he was leaving again soon to go back to the church for a few more hours so her best bet, in her mind, was to act out and have him put his attention on her and get him worked up in the process. Maybe he’d spank her.

Harry reached a hand in and brushed it over her naked knee, “Because I had planned on coming home to you and holding you. Giving you something special for being my good pet before I have to go back to church. Clearly, you don’t want that.”

Y/n looked up at the priest and rounded her eyes. She suddenly regretted her behavior but she was already committed so she stayed silent despite the obvious hesitation Harry saw in her.

“Come on. Get out.” Harry took her hand and gently pulled at it.

She didn’t budge at first. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her giving in so easily. But eventually, she did move and crawl out of the cage when Harry stood up and raised his voice to have her come out.

She sniffed as she stood and looked down at the floor.

“Look at me.”

With a heavy sigh, she slowly turned her eyes up to his.

“Good. Now, go use the bathroom. Right now.”

She knew what this meant. He was going to lock her in her cage (at the very least) while he was away and he needed to make sure she’d emptied her bladder beforehand. They’d done this before.

Silently she made her way to the bathroom as Harry filled a glass of water for her in the kitchen.

When he heard the sink turn off after she’d washed her hands he knocked on the door, “Come out here.”

She was pretty sight stepping out into the hallway. Her cheeks were hot and her little red collar looked so lovely on her neck. Harry looked down over her nude shape. Soft breasts, a pretty belly button, grabbable hips and thighs, a bottom he loved biting.

“Drink.” He handed her the glass of water and watched as she took a few gulps of it and handed it back to him.

“Is that all you want? You’re going to be in the cage for another few hours so if you get thirsty that’s going to be on you.” Harry always made sure she stayed hydrated even when she wasn’t going to be locked in her cage. He always took care of her the best he could.

She nodded silently and looked downward again.

Harry nudged her toward the bedroom and made her turn to face the cage. She half expected him to spank her or something but instead, as he walked away and then returned put the leather gag belt over her face, “Open,” he said plainly.

She opened her mouth and the silicon ball fit between her lips and silenced any noises she might have made. He secured the belt in place behind her head and removed his hands from her completely. Which she hated. She wanted him to spank her or manhandle her or something. But he was rather cold and his touch was missing completely.

“We’re going to put these in,” Harry put his hand out showing her the weighted Ben Wa balls. “Take them.”

Y/n took the balls in her hand as her priest pushed at her low back, causing her to bend forward the slightest. She heard the snap of a cap and then felt his fingers on her entrance as he smeared lubricant over her.

The set of balls were connected with a thin rubber-like string. The first one was larger and the lightest, which aided in keeping them in place inside of her, while the other two were smaller and heavier. The cord would stick out and make pulling them out easier.

Harry took the balls from her hand and pushed her thighs further apart, “Relax.”

She felt him push the first, larger ball inside, his finger plunging into her deeply to secure it before inserting the next two one by one. It was a pretty view. He loved stuffing them inside of her. Plus it was good for her pelvic floor muscle so he felt like he was doing her a favor really. Though it was more for edging her than anything else in that moment.

“Get in,” he gestured toward the door of the cage.

She climbed in, clenching to keep the balls in place, and got to her knees as she looked up at Harry with big, pleading eyes. He knew that if she weren’t gagged she’d have somehow found her voice in that moment and begged him to spank her or stay with her. But he didn’t have time to argue with her or listen to her soft voice and whimpers as he left. The gag was for that purpose. More for himself than to punish her.

Harry locked the cage and shook his head, “Had plans to love on you but instead, this is what you deserve. Had a hard day today, pet, and I still have to go back and endure more hours away from you yet you chose to act like a bratty child so I didn’t get to come back home to my pet and hold her and kiss her like I wanted. I needed you. Maybe when I return later on you’ll be better behaved.”

Harry sat the glass of water down next to the cage for her so she could reach out and grab it if she needed it. Next to that, he placed her cell phone (in case anything went wrong and he needed to return home to unlock her cage). Her heart swelled at his kind gesture and his words. Now she truly felt awful. Felt so bad for being so mean to him when all he wanted was her love. Now she’d really gone and done it.

Harry grinned to himself as he walked out the front door and headed down the street to the church. Tonight, he would have fun with his pet.

Y/n imagined all the scenarios of what would happen. Surely she’d get a good punishment when he got back. But she’d make sure to show him her appreciation. She’d be so good for him. She’d kiss his feet and say yes, Father to everything and love on him and allow him to do whatever he wanted to her.

He could have tied her up and blindfolded her too. He could have done a lot worse but he gagged her. The sentiment was clear. You don’t want to talk? Okay, we’ll make sure you don’t make even a single peep then.

And the Ben Wa balls? Those weren’t really a punishment at all. She loved how they felt inside of her. Made her feel full and each time she moved the balls slid around inside of her. She had to clench and clamp down to keep them in but that only got her more worked up and wetter by the minute.

This time Harry was away for another three hours. Just over. She’d been lying flat on her back looking up at the ceiling and watching the shadows move along the walls when the sun changed position in the sky as Harry got home.

He entered the bedroom and she quickly scrambled to her knees and looked up at him as she gripped the bars of the cage. She was sweet again. But he already planned on doing some not-so-sweet things to her.

He unlocked the cage and helped her stand up. She pressed her thighs together to hold the balls in place as he undid her gag. Three hours was a lot for the gag to be on and when he saw the way the leather dug into her skin and caused red marks he did feel a little bad. But just a little.

“Spread your legs.” He was still being quite cold with her but at least his hands were on her this time as he gripped her thighs.

She opened her legs up and Harry groaned. She was puffy and wet. The little cord that stuck out a few inches was shiny with her arousal, “Are you all hot and bothered, pet? Did this get you worked up?” He cooed as he smoothed his hands upward on her thighs and slowly got onto his knees, looping his finger into the handle and pulling.

“Yes, Father. I was imagining it was you inside of me. Almost came once but I stopped myself because I know you wouldn’t want that.”

Harry watched as the first ball made its appearance, shiny and slippery, “That’s right. I wouldn’t have been very happy if you’d let yourself come. But I hope you know you’re not going to be allowed to come at all tonight. You were a brat to me earlier.”

She bit her lip and nodded, “I’m sorry, Father. I know I was bad. I hope you can forgive me for my behavior. I don’t deserve to come. Your punishment is just whatever you decide for me.”

When Harry had removed the slippery balls he smiled as he stood and gently smeared her arousal over her mouth before putting his pointer and middle finger over her tongue and in her mouth, “There’s my good pet. Keep showing me how well-behaved you are and tomorrow I’ll give you something special in the morning like I planned earlier.”

Harry removed his hand and turned around, leaving Y/n standing breathless and needy by the cage as he cleaned the balls. She stayed put.

When he came back into the room he put the balls back into their rightful spot and pulled out a flogger. The one with oiled leather falls. The one that hurt quite a lot. But it was Y/n’s favorite when she knew she’d been bad.

She understood quite well what Harry was doing. He’d made her sit with the Ben Wa balls for hours to edge her and now he was going to flog her and not allow her to get off at all. The orgasm denial was going to be the real punishment in this scene.

Harry handed her the flogger as he pulled the metal suspension bar and straps down from the ceiling. Her eyes widened. It’d been a while since he’d had her cuffed to the suspension bar.

He pulled at the Velcro cuffs and motioned for her to come to him, “I’m sure you thought maybe I’d spank you, but you love spankings too much.” He pulled at her wrist and lifted her arm to secure her into the first cuff and then taking the flogger from her he pulled her other arm up, securing the Velcro to her wrist, “So, no spankings for you tonight. You’ll get this instead,” he tapped the leather braided handle over his palm as he spoke.

Y/n nodded silently.

“Tell me, pet, what’s happening right now.” He needed to know she was able to verbalize what was going on. A check-in of sorts.

“You’re going to punish me for being a brat, Father.”

“That’s right. You made my hard day even harder and so I’m going to make your hard day even harder too. It’s only fair. Isn’t that right?”

She nodded, “Yes, Father.”

Harry circled her frame as she tried to keep her eyes on him while he walked around her slowly.

“And what’s this for?” He gently brushed the falls over her shoulders, letting them slide down over her breasts.

“To flog me. Because I’ve been bad.”

“Yes. But why this one? We’ve got some lovely soft ones I could use. The rabbit one you love to play with. Why this one?”

“To mark me. To show me how I’ve sinned. The stripes are for the servant who knew their master’s will but did not get ready or act according to his wishes,” she quoted a partial verse from Luke in the Bible before continuing, “and so I will receive a lashing.”

Harry smiled, “Good. Smart girl. That’s exactly right. Are you ready to be made righteous again?”

“Yes, Father. Please. Make me righteous.”

The first thud over her back bit into her soft skin and stung as expected. She didn’t whimper nor make a peep. She was ready for the bite.

The second one had her hurling forward a few inches and sucking in a sharp breath.

But the third had a gasp falling from her mouth and her eyes squeezing shut at the pain.

“Blows that wound cleanse away evil; strokes make clean the innermost parts.”  Harry quoted a passage in Proverbs as he issued the fourth strike.

She bit down, clamping her teeth together, and squeaked as her body swung forward.

He watched the red marks on her skin grow a deeper hue and begin to welt as he continued, “I will punish their transgression with the rod and their iniquity with stripes,” he spoke calmly as he landed the flogger down over her back again. The fifth hit.

The first tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to stay composed. The smarting sting all over her back was beginning to expand and wrap around to her ribs slowly as he brought the oiled leather falls over her back again. She yelped.

“This is for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, pet. You’re doing well. I’m proud. Only four more.”

She sobbed at his praise and nodded with her lips trembling. Her fists were clenched together tight as she braced herself for number 7.

“Repeat after me,” his lips pressed onto the top of her shoulder before he got back into position behind her, “I am but a sinner seeking forgiveness.”

She opened her mouth just as he applied strike number 7 and she whimpered as she swayed forward and panted her words, “I am but a sinner seeking forgiveness.”

“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,” he draped the flogger over her back softly before bringing it down hard over her back for the 8th hit.

“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper,” she spoke weakly as the pain was immense and her shoulders were beginning to ache from the way she was putting all her weight onto them.

“But he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.” Another blow to her back as she wobbled and cried out at the ninth.

“Uh…” her breath shuddered as tried to remember the words. She knew he was quoting Proverbs but suddenly the words escaped her as her mind began to stretch thin into paper and airy like dandelion seeds, bending slowly into her submissive state, “I’m sorry. I forgot, Father. I need help.”

Harry dropped the flogger to the ground as he noted her voice was tiny and that her composure had been lost. He took her wrists from the Velcro suspension bar and let her fall into his arms, “That’s enough then. You’ve done well.”

He brought her to sit on the bed next to him and lifted the glass of water up to her lips to make her drink. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked at him sweetly and gulped down a drink.

“There you go. Are you okay, pet?” He softly brushed her hair from her face and spoke quietly to see where she was.

“I’m okay, Father. I just forgot the verse you said and I couldn’t repeat it. I’m sorry. You can keep going. Only one more.”

Harry shook his head, “No that’s enough for now. I bet you’ve learned your lesson.”

Y/n whined and shook her head, “No. I need more. I was so bad. Please.”

She sunk down to the floor and put her hands on his knees and slid her palms up his brushed wool pants to the tops of his thighs, “Please.” Her rounded eyes begged him for more.

“What do you want then? Hmm? What do you think is appropriate?” He tilted her face up as he tenderly grasped her chin.

“I want you to come. I need you to or I don’t feel like I deserve your forgiveness.”

“Okay. And how should I come? What should we do to make that happen?” He brushed her wet lips and felt his heart go wild in his chest. He knew what she’d ask for. What she’d beg for. Something that she loved that was never a punishment.

“Please, have my throat and my mouth. I beg you. Choke me with your cock and come wherever you want. I’m yours to use however you please.”

Harry smiled and pushed his thumb into her mouth, “This mouth? Want me to fuck it? Gag you with my come? Is that what you want?”

She nodded, “Yes, Father, please.” Her words were mumbled over his thumb that he still had pushed into her mouth.

“Good girl,” he stood up. “Undo my pants.”

Y/n lifted her fingers to his button and then pulled at his zipper before yanking the material down and then bringing his cock out of his boxer briefs. He was already angrily hard.

“It’s so yummy, Father. My mouth is watering,” she whispered as she inspected him. His cock was right in front of her face, tempting her to taste but she would wait until he gave her permission.

Harry chuckled and wiped the drool from the edge of her mouth, “Your mouth is watering, pet. Well, then. Get to it.”

She immediately jutted her tongue out and began licking him up and down as she kept her eyes on him. This was the easy and soft part. The moments before she sucked him into her mouth and he began to fuck her face.

Harry watched his pet swipe her wet tongue over his shaft and peck warm kisses along his soft skin. A beautiful picture he wished he could have framed and hung up in his living room. He was sure that his parish would not approve.

When she finally popped his tip into her mouth and sucked he grasped her hair and sunk himself into the hilt and groaned.

Harry had been worked up since that morning when he left her. He wouldn’t last long but he would make it good, for both of them.

He began to rock his hips into her as he held the back of her head to keep her in place. She grasped onto his thighs and gagged every time his smooth tip bent down her throat.

“Keep your eyes on me, pet. Want to watch those tears fill up in your eyes.”

She did her best. It was hard to keep them open the way she knew he wanted. His cock was wide and long and every time she gagged and gurgled over him she was tempted to smush her eyelids closed. But she was determined to be the best girl she could be for him so she kept her eyes on his, even though her sight was blurred from the moisture beginning to fill in her vision.

“Yes… my sweet pet. Loves getting her throat fucked. Just made for sucking cock, aren’t you?”

Y/n hummed around him in response as he pulled out before thrusting back in, his cock curving down her throat and she heaved in reflex to the obstruction hitting her tonsils.

“Choking darling?” Harry spoke amusedly as she drooled and forced her eyes to stay open.

He could feel her nails digging into his skin tightly. If she needed air she’d let him know so he continued getting himself off in her mouth. A low groan fell from his lips as he used the hair he had carded between his fingers to move her over him as he pleased, pressing her so far down her nose grazed the skin and hair at his base.

And he was quite pleased. Even when he was holding her down on him and she was coughing and gurgling, she was still looking upward into his eyes with her bleary ones.

Her face was wet and her mouth was stretched out, puffy pink lips wrapped around his dense cock. He smiled down at her and pulled her off of him so she could catch her breath. His own chest rose and fell rapidly as he was right on the edge of his own orgasm.

“Taking me so well,” he gently wiped his thumb over her temple, “I think it’s time for your reward. What do you think?”

She nodded quickly, her fingers still pinching into his skin in anticipation of what was to come, “Need it. Please, Father.” Her voice was a bit scratchy as she spoke but he knew she’d want it.

With his fingers still in her hair he moved his other hand down to her throat, wrapping his palm around the collar as he pushed her down over his shaft and then held her in place as he began to fuck into her throat in heavy thrusts that had her wincing and swallowing around his tip with each punitive glide.

His thighs began to shake and his mumbled words and groans grew louder, “Fuck baby, fuck… Open up for me… Just like that…” He looked down at her wet, hot little face as he held her still for his cock.

He choked out a gasp as he began to come, stilling his harsh thrusts and burying himself in beyond her soft palate and uvula. His cock twitched and throbbed as she swallowed him down like the good girl she always was for him once he got her on her knees before him this way.

He watched her blink up at him with doe eyes as he pulled himself out. She gasped and heaved as saliva spilled out of her mouth and down her chin.

Harry reached for her under her arms to help her stand and gently turned her to look at her back, making sure she was still okay.

“Time to get you cleaned up, pet. Then we’ll make dinner and watch something on TV together. How’s that sound?”

Nodding her head she clung to him as he brought her into the bathroom to wipe her back with a rag and help her clean up between her legs. He had her face the mirror as he stood behind her and began to dab the cool rag onto her skin where the raised flesh was bright pink and hot under his hand.

She looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, “Thank you, Father.

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//:  Note

I have three (3) Jerrys to roleplay with and there is a little about each below !

Jerry - The main boi ! He is the one that can be found at the Canadian border with Kara, Luther, and Alice. He too makes it past a sympathetic border control agent and starts life anew in Ontario, living near Rose’s brother. He gradually stops reffering to himself as ‘we’ around humans to help preserve his new identity. He becomes a school teacher for kindergartners. He often misses all the other Jerrys and feels a large part of him will never be returned. 

He can be roleplayed anywhere from the time Kara meets him at Pirates Cove to post canon in Canada

Default !

Jerald - Boi numero duo. Jerald is one of the two (2) Jerrys seen in the recylcling center. He was thankfully not destroyed as Markus liberated the camp (alternately the peaceful protest was a success and the camps were halted) before he it was his turn. He and the other Jerry as well as all the remaining deviants were released and he dedicated his time to helping other androids who had also survived the ordeal.  

He can be roleplayed anywhere from the time Kara meets him at Pirates Cove to post canon in Detroit.

By Request !

Jerome - The third and final one, this Jerry was the second one at the camp, the one who looked after Alice when she and Kara were separated. He is slightly different from all the other Jerrys, a bit less sunny and cheerful, a bit more morose, and willing to do more harm to humans to protect his brethren, though still hesitant to kill. He sticks near the only other Jerry that seems to have survived (Jerald). Also he probs would get along with North.

He can be roleplayed anywhere from the time Kara meets him at Pirates Cove to post canon in Detroit.

By Request !

If you’d like a certain one for an ask/meme, just specify, if none are specified it will default to Jerry (aka the first one). Like literally tho, feel free to ask for whichever :D I am open to AUs and Crossovers with all of them and open to shipping with any of them :D

[rebelletesjr]

#happybirthday Jerald ♥️♥️💋💋... He just turned 29 years old .. his birthday is December 26, 1990 ... #petitecake and #heavenlyslices from @breadtalkph ... #mochaavalanche and #mangofuromaji .. his faves .. since we're only 2 people... He just requested for solos .. A #gisellescablechannel and #gisellestagram moment .... https://www.instagram.com/p/B6issTwhPgl/?igshid=1c5nne4bs8enk

[lifepros]

#692

If you lose a precious ring, coin, or anything made of metal, contact a retiree whose hobby primarily consists of metal detection.

This is a long post, but deserving so. I shouldn't discount this whole ordeal with a simple, short paragraph but if you don't have time to spare, simply scroll to the bottom and read the last paragraph. Otherwise, grab some popcorn and continue along!

My lady and I were fresh, young graduates out of college and obtained a pair of matching, platinum rings around the year 2004 in San Diego, originally intending for the rings to be promise rings. She made a promise of eternal love or inseparable souls or something. I made a more tangible promise, to make her mashed potatoes. We had our initials engraved within the interior face of the rings, alongside a phrase known only between the two of us. It was one of the momentous times of our maturing relationship. At least for me, my ring held a lot of sentimental value. Although the ring did not grant me any special powers, I was practically Gollum from Lord of the Rings, completely possessed by this ring. It possessed considerable weight at approximately nine gummy bears or four pennies. Its weight made it obvious whenever my ring was not present on my hand.

Two years later during the summer of 2006, my lady, my two dachshunds, and I embarked on a 2,700 miles drive away to Ithaca, NY, where I began graduate schooling at Cornell University. There was a large, departmental gathering at the Cornell Recreation Connection (CRC) Park, spanning a vast area of 144 acres, or about 63,000 square feet, which was damp from recent thunderstorms (do a Google Maps search for "Cornell Recreation Connection Park". That is about 10% bigger than a football field, with both end zones included. The hundreds of professors, post-docs, students, and family members and dogs all ran around, played catch, Frisbee, volleyball, soccer, and other debaucheries.

I played some Frisbee, played fetch with my dogs, threw some footballs around, and above all, was pressured to partake in a roughly 20 versus 20 tug-o-war battle. I last played tug-o-war in kindergarten, perhaps even earlier. This time around, it was full of drunken adults, using an inch diameter braided rope, and a lot of mud. At first, I did not join in, but my incoming frosh class of dozen students yelped for me to join as they were getting slowly beaten by the sophomore class of a dozen students. I joined in at the last minute but our futile writhing could not prevent us from being dragged across the sodden turf and losing.

Almost immediately after the tug-o-war game, I realized that my ring was missing. At first, I immediately thought that I might have left it at home, maybe after taking it off for doing some kind of strenuous work that could seriously chip or scratch the ring. However, I doubted that because I knew that I never do any strenuous work and additionally, I never take my ring off for any reason. My lady was incredulous that I likely lost my ring. She was probably upset about the foreboding, superstitious ramifications of a lost promise ring. Maybe it was an omen that our relationship would not work out in the long-term. She was extra upset regarding the circumstances that I may have lost my ring playing (and losing) a match of tug-o-war. If I lost the ring along with my hand by deflecting a small meteoroid heading towards my lady and my two dogs, she might have been okay with that.

I started looking for the ring, scouring the grassy fields and particularly focusing around the area of the tug-o-war match where I assumed my death grips against the braided rope aided in the deft slippage of the ring off of my finger. My colleagues and classmates also jumped in to help as well. We could not find the ring that day, but I came back the next day, next weekend, and several weekends after that. Every trip was fruitless, even after coming back with the most expensive metal detector I could rent. I began to question whether someone else found and pocketed the ring already. Alternatively, maybe I lost it elsewhere in the city of Ithaca, say, perhaps opening the door of my car in some gravel parking lot or maybe it was lost at home. I searched all areas in questions but still to no avail. After a few months, I simply gave up and considered the ring permanently gone. I was incredibly sad. I went from looking like Gollum to looking like Yoda. Distraught, I was.

Every once in a while I would do some Google searches for the ring, using keywords such as our initials. I contacted the Cornell police station lost and found department sporadically, as well. Fast-forward ten years later with three kids, one less dog (RIP, Dookie) to the summer of 2016, long after I moved back to California. I only ever mentioned my lost ring to a handful of friends and colleagues, particularly only when the conversation broached the topics of rings or long-lost items of sentimental value. During one such conversation, my coworker, Jerald (aka Jer Bear) informed me of something he remembered reading on Reddit (LifeProTips, ironically), about a network called The Ring Finders (theringfinders.com), comprised of retirees devoted to the hobby of metal detecting. Initially, I only casually considered this option as I thought that few would take interest in pursuing a search for my ring, given the length of time it was lost. I later took renewed interest in the network after additional goading from my coworker. At first, the closest Ring Finder member was an hour drive away from the likely location of the lost ring and so my hopes further dimmed. However, this particular member, H. Connell Raate, was a retiree with no timely obligations and he gladly accepted my request to look for the ring. Another reason I thought the whole endeavor could be fruitless was that the CRC Park is technically private property but amazingly, the events coordinator of Cornell University, Cheryl McGraw, gladly permitted Connell to search the premises for the ring and sent him the keys to the gates of the park.

In his first attempt in finding the ring, he searched roughly half of the questionable area, only to yield numerous bottle caps, snap can tops, and pieces of aluminum foil. He told me he ran out of battery juice – and not his metal detectors’ batteries. It was not easy to look for the ring under the relentless heat and humidity of a summer sun. He gave it another attempt a week later, this time covering a more extensive area. He showed me pictures of his metal scrap bounty and also how he thoroughly combed the entire field, pocked with little poles to mark his multiple search grids. This second attempt yielded a successful find of a ring; however, it was miraculously someone else’s long-lost, wire ring. Connell wrote off my ring for good and I was at least relieved for receiving some bit of closure on the ring, and that if an expert metal detector aficionado could not find the ring, that ring was certainly not confined within that area. He said I either did not lose the ring in the area or that somebody else found the ring and pawned it. I wrote him a sweet thank you card and a check to compensate him for both his gas and time.

Fall came, and then winter passed. Out of the blue, Connell sent me an email telling me that he has been continuously irked that he could not find my ring. He wanted to give it a third and final try, this time with multiple tweaks to his metal detectors to target rare metals like platinum. He also held optimism that the compacted, wet soil from the thawed snow may facilitate metal detection. I originally did not want to waste any more of his time but I eventually realized that metal detecting is a serious hobby of his and he told me that my lost ring became his personal mission. I acquiesced, and he told he would immediately resume his search once the snow melts. Given the notorious winter snow of Ithaca, this could mean as late as May!

Then, on April 3rd, I received an email from Connell with the subject titled, “I found the ring !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I picked up my jaw from the floor, opened the email, and then just threw both arms into the air like an NFL field judge referee after a field goal. I was at work at the time, surrounded by a dozen others, but I did not care. Then I got up and ran out of the office building and made a phone call to my lady. She was in disbelief. Connell shipped the ring to me immediately, and I have resumed being possessed by the ring like Gollum. I have also resumed making my lady mashed potatoes - all kinds of varietals like with chives, bacon, cheese, russet or Idaho or Yukon potatoes, red potatoes, skins on or off, truffle salt, pepper, with buttermilk, or milk, or heavy cream, you name it. A promise is a promise.

This ordeal has been completely NUTS! In summary: 1) Lost ring in huge field and gave up entirely. 2) 11 years passed by. 3) Contacted retiree to help look for ring, who lives an hour away, and he agreed. 4) He failed twice, certain it was not lost there or someone else picked it up. 5) Half a year later, he wanted to give it one last try, thinking the wet dirt from the snow melt will help in metal detection. 6) He found the ring, and it looked the same as 11 years before! 7) My faith in good humanity became stronger, the opposite of the feeling you get when going to a California DMV office.

Thank you, Connell, Kevin

EDIT: the first LPT post that my coworker first found out about the network: https://www.reddit.com/r/LifeProTips/comments/52kwnd/lpt_if_you_lose_your_ring_in_the_ocean_or/

[kuyarexdelsdiaries]

Inagaw Na Bituin: Ready to shine on GMA

It's Kyline and Therese's time to shine when GMA Network premieres "Inagaw Na Bituin" on February 11 placing on the second timeslot of the Afternoon Prime Block. That timeslot used to air Therese Malvar's previous show "Legally Blind" with Janine Gutierrez and Mikael Daez.

For More Information about Legally Blind: http://kuyarexdelsdiaries.tumblr.com/post/181892751261

The series is led by Kyline Alcantara (from Kambal, Karibal) & Therese Malvar (from Legally Blind) for the first time in their leading roles, along with veterans Sunshine Dizon (from original Encantadia, Ika-6 Na Utos), Angelika dela Cruz (from Ika-6 Na Utos), Marvin Agustin (from ABS-CBN's Magandang Tanghali Bayan, Whattamen, MRS-Most Requested Show and Kambal, Karibal) & Angelu de Leon (from The Stepdaughters). This is not their first time being together, in fact, they used to be part of Cinema One’s Hamog back in 2015. Kyline gained fame with her 3-in-1 acting skills on her co-lead role in Kambal, Karibal, earning her title La Nueva Kontrabida, as well as her singing skills. Therese earned awards in indie films Ang Huling Cha-cha ni Anita and Hamog. Malvar's show prior to Inagaw na Bituin was in 2017 with Legally Blind. This also serves as a reunion of sorts for some veteran stars. Sunshine & Angelika were lead stars of GMA’s hit series Ikaw Lang ang Mamahalin back in the early 2000s, and used to be together in a few other series. Marvin & Angelika used to be part of the main cast of ABS-CBN’s hit series Esperanza back in the late 90s. Angelika also has a singing career, known for her songs Sa Atin Lang, My Only Wish & Miss Na Miss Kita, among others.

Inagaw na Bituin tells the story of sisters Belinda (Sunshine) & Lucy (Angelika), who take their rivalry from love to dreams of being a singer. After Anna (Kyline), Belinda’s child with Eduard (Marvin), is kidnapped, their relationship will be put to a test. They will later on focus their attention and love to their niece, Lucy’s daughter, Ariela (Therese). On the other side, Anna will grow up as Elsa with Aurora (Angelu). Their families will soon cross paths due to their love for music. Joining the stellar cast of Inagaw na Bituin are Manolo Pedroso, Renz Valerio (from Ismol Family, Hahamakin ang Lahat, The Cure), Gabby Eigenmann (from Contessa), Jerald Napoles (from Impostora 2017, Super Ma'am), Jackie Lou Blanco (from Destined to be Yours, Super Ma'am, Hindi Ko Kayang Iwan Ka), former Miss Philippines Fire 2009 Patricia Tumulak (from I Heart Davao, Super Ma'am, Contessa), Alyana Asistio (from JaDine's On the Wings of Love) & Clasher Melbelline Caluag. The series is directed by Mark Reyes.

On the other hand, upon release of its story conference, the series was panned by fans of Kyline, stating that the series should be aired on primetime instead of afternoon. Knowing that a lot of her fans are on their early teens, they have a point since they may not be able to watch the show in the afternoon. However, there are a lot of shows in line for primetime. Fans have no choice but to be content of the show’s schedule. They should be even thankful that Kyline has got another big break. Even if it’s on the afternoon, it’d be as successful as Kambal, Karibal, or even The Half-Sisters. Who knows? It’s somewhat ironic that the series will go head-to-head with ABS-CBN’s Kadenang Ginto, which is topbilled by Andrea Brillantes, her co-star in ABS-CBN’s remake of Annaliza. In the said show, Andrea, who starred as the title role, was the bida, while Kyline, who portrayed as the half-sister, was the kontrabida. This time, they’re taking on opposite roles & different paths. That said, it will be much of a friendly competition between the 2 best friends.

Since Kyline won the hearts of primetime TV, it will be another challenge for her to prove her worth on afternoon TV. Replacing the recently-concluded Ika-5 Utos starting this Monday at 3:25 PM, viewers will get a glimpse of another musical serye to lighten up their afternoons.

(NOTE: The contributor of this post is Carl Veluz, a good friend of the EIC/Publisher of KRD.)

KRD Welcomes everyone who can contribute to ‘The Blog that tells Stories and More’. Send in via email: kuyarexdeldiaries@gmail.com with the subject ‘KRD Contributor’ with your draft as attachment, and your details of your work. You may include your personal details, but we respect your privacy if we opt to include some other details or not depending on the individual’s request. You can also send in as private message via Kuya Rexdel’s Diaries Facebook page (fb.com/KRDOfficialPH).

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Onglyza Lawsuit Claims Diabetes Drug Caused Heart Failure

A product liability lawsuit alleges that the side effects of Onglyza and Kombiglyze XR caused an Illinois man to develop congestive heart failure. 

Jerald Adams filed a complaint (PDF) in the U.S. District Court for the Central District of Illinois on January 9, indicating that Bristol-Myers Squibb, AstraZeneca and McKesson Corporation failed to adequately warn consumers and the medical community about the potential heart risks associated with their diabetes drug.

According to the lawsuit, Adams took Onglyza and Kombiglyze XR from April 2015 through December 2015, indicating that the active ingredient contained in the medications, saxagliptin, caused him to suffer congestive heart failure and cardiovascular injury.

Onglyza (saxagliptin) was developed jointly by AstraZeneca and Bristol Myers Squibb, and introduced in 2009 for treatment of type 2 diabetes. Kombilgyze XR is an extended release version of the medication, which combines saxagliptin with the older diabetes drug metformin.

Although the medications have been marketed as safe and effective, concerns have emerged in recent years about the Onglyza heart risks, resulting in stronger warnings being required by the FDA last year.

An investigation into the potential heart risks with Onglyza was first launched by the FDA in 2014, following the publication of the SAVOR study by the New England Journal of Medicine in 2013.

In April 2015, the FDA’s Endocrinologic and Metabolic Drugs Advisory Committee voted 14-1 to recommend stronger warnings about the potential Onglyza heart side effects, after a review of data from clinical trials suggested that users may face a higher than expected risk of hospitalization for heart failure and all-cause mortality.

The review looked at two large clinical trials involving patients with heart disease. In both trials, patients given drugs containing saxagliptin or alogliptin were at a higher risk of being hospitalized for heart failure than those given a placebo.

“Defendants had knowledge that there was a significant increased risk of adverse events associated with Saxagliptin, including heart failure, congestive heart failure, cardiac failure, and death related to those events, and despite this knowledge Defendants continued to manufacture, market, distribute, sell and profit from sales of Saxagliptin,” Adams’ lawsuit states. “Despite such knowledge, Defendants knowingly, purposely, and deliberately failed to adequately warn Plaintiff, patients, consumers, medical providers, and the public of the increased risk of serious injury associated with using Saxagliptin, including, but not limited to, heart failure, congestive heart failure, cardiac failure, and death related to those events.”

The FDA now recommends that health care professionals should consider a different medication if an individual develops heart failure on Onglyza.

Adams’ claim joins a growing number of similar Onglyza lawsuits filed by individuals nationwide who say they developed heart failure or other health problems due to the lack of adequate warnings on the diabetes drug.

Later this month, the U.S. Judicial Panel on Multidistrict Litigation (JPML) will hear oral arguments over a request by a group of plaintiffs to consolidate all Onglyza litigation before one judge for pretrial proceedings. Plaintiffs note that there are currently more than 40  such lawsuits filed in federal courts nationwide, and say centralizing the cases would prevent duplicative discovery, avoid contradictory rulings, and serve the convenience of the courts, parties and witnesses.

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[sherryandbelle-blog]

Sherry and Belle: Chapter 14

"Haha! I can't believe you showed up right after the queen finished her meeting with the others, Alex! And speaking of which..." Trevor stared expectantly at Sherry as the two men finished gathering their belongings out of their hotel room. "It went surprisin'ly well; ya guys 're really scared o' HER!?" The woman's grin faded slightly as the two gave her a shocked stare, "... Eh, but it went well. Belle'll be able ta come back an' work at the shelter in a few days." the others nodded, seemingly relieved. "I've told Matthews to call me if he sees any strange activity in the gulf while on his fishing trips, so we'll know." Trevor informed the two as Alex hoisted his bags over his shoulders, preparing to leave.                                                ●●● "She was... QUITE displeased that I brought an outsider into the palace, but besides a fierce lecture, the queen did not seem too angered. She wants me to stay up here, to make sure Belethor returns when he is requested to do so." Alex explained as Sherry handed him and Trevor cups of frosted lemonade. "Do ya guys know a 'Gunnvor'? They were followin' Eirik 'round while I was there, I think it was a 'she'?" "You would be correct. Gunnvor is one of the young females at the palace. Middle class heritage." Alex said, before taking a long sip of lemonade. "She seemed nice." The woman smiled to herself as she relaxed in the bright, warm sun with the others, before they got back in their vehicles, and finished the long return trip to Amarillo.                                                ●●● "SHERRY!!!" A hefty, bearded man sprinted out of Sherry's front door as soon as the three parked, practically pulling the woman out of her truck, and giving her a wholehearted hug. "Oh. Hey, Charles." "I thought ya we're gonna be gone longer! Haha!" "Heh, so did I." The two kindly stared at each other for several long moments, before inviting Alex and Trevor into their home for dinner. "So, which one o' ya's 'Belle'?" Charles asked as he set a pot of water to boil on the stove, while Sherry layed out some ingredients next to him, "He'll be here in a few days time, hopefully working for Ms. Autumn-" "Miss!?" the hardy man chuckled. "We never REALLY divorced, just split apart f'r a few years ta recover from our loss..." The woman informed the others, "People can never seem ta get that through their heads! Yer brother was constantly tryin' ta hook us back up, but we were never 'apart'." he continued to chuckled, occasionally glancing down at Sherry with a friendly, warm relief in his eyes. A few knocks suddenly came from the front door, "Hey guys!" Jerald shouted in a calm tone as David let himsef in; the two perked up as they walked into the kitchen to see Charles. "Heh, been awhile." David shook his hand, then brought it him for a side hug, "Man, I don't think I've met you in person, but I've definitely heard stories." Jerald remarked, giving the bulky man a nod of respect.                                                  ●●● "Darn... so the old shelter really burned down?..." Charles asked in shock as he and Sherry entered the new shelter early in the morning, "Oh... hey, Ms. Autumn." Chelsea drowsily greeted. "Ha! Folks really seem ta think ye're single!" The large man abruptly chuckled, causing the receptionist to jolt slightly, "Did ya not get any sleep last night?" the boss asked as she walked over to the kennel doors, "Not really, Pansy had 'er pups last night as I finished lockin' up, and my phone was dead, so I couldn't call anyone, because who takes the time to remember phone numbers anymore?". "Well, thank ya. If ya want, the break room's yers f'r a few hours, if ya want ta rest before drivin' home." Sherry offered, before watching the sleepy employee nod, and stumble toward the break room. "So... puppies?" Charles leaned over Sherry's shoulder, giving her a playful grin; she warmly smiled, then led him to the German shepard's kennel. The two stared at the quivering newborns as they nestled up to their mother, slowly glancing up to each other after a few minutes, and kindly exchanging smiles. "So... I wanted ta talk 'bout this 'Belle' character." Charles started, taking on a more serious tone, "He's a good kid, a bit strange, but 'e's got heart." "Well, I figured as much, ya always had a way of judgin' folks... but that name, I 'ave my suspicions." "'is actual name is Belethor, but it seems ta embarrass 'im." "Hm. That makes more sense." the man grinned softly, as if satisfied. "And, if ya don't mind, I'd like ta let 'im sleep on our couch f'r a bit longer once 'e gets back. We've had an improvement in business since we moved inta this area, but 'e'll probably need a bit o' time ta find an apartment." Charles chuckled loudly, nodding in approval afterwards.