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Month 13 - Newleaf

The thunderpath was oddly warm to the touch. Past the thunderpath, fields stretched out and eventually tapered off at the foot of the city’s farthest reaches. Smokyrose gingerly stepped onto the edge of it, marveling at its strange texture and acrid smell. She’d never actually touched it before, leaving such foolishness to cats like Yarrowshade who thought it was worth the risk to try hunting on the far side. Now it was her turn to take a necessary risk.

“Okay,” Songdust said, glancing side to side, “Should be safe to cross.”

“Thanks again,” Smokyrose said. “I really appreciate you coming with me.”

“I told you, Rose, I’m not gonna let you go in all alone,” Songdust said, swatting at her friend’s ear. “Now come on, let’s hurry before a monster comes.”

The two cats sprinted across the thunderpath as quick as their old bones could carry them. Smokyrose felt her heart rate spiking with the thrill of it. She smiled as they panted in the grass on the other side, glad that she wasn’t too old to appreciate a good dose of stomach fluttering excitement. After she’d caught her breath - which took a good moment or two longer than it did for Songdust to catch hers - they started again towards the city.

The plan was simple. Find Ghost and have a conversation. If she was lucky, she might also be able to sate a bit of her own personal curiosity, but that was secondary to the goal of making peace. Lives were at stake and in her paws.

They walked mostly in silence, Smokyrose sometimes huffing, out of breath, for a long time. Songdust suggested they break every now and then but she was determined to get there as soon as possible and so declined.

At one point, Songdust said, “I’d catch us something to eat but there’s almost nothing out here, it seems… Sad. This place used to be a really fertile hunting ground.”

“I must be scaring all the mice away,” Smokyrose laughed between labored breaths.

“No, I think it’s more than that,” Songdust frowned as she surveyed the grassland. “I don’t think the city cats know how to preserve next year’s hunt.”

“We’ll have to teach them,” Smokyrose smiled. Songdust hummed to herself and the two continued on their way.

Eventually, the smell of city cats came to them on the wind. Songdust stopped to taste the scent, tail twitching. Smokyrose gladly stopped as well, sides heaving with effort. She hadn’t thought she was so out of shape. She lifted her head to look over the grass and spotted three sets of ears, one shorter than the others.

“Hello, there!” She called, causing Songdust to stiffen. The cats ahead of them stopped, ears flicking in her direction.

“Who’s there?” one of the voices called, sounding wary.

“Friends,” Smokyrose said as pleasantly as she could.

After a moment, the cats crept closer, stopping again once they came clearly into view. The first of them, the one who seemed to have spoken before, was a short-furred white she-cat with a faintly grey speckled back and a notched ear. The second was a brown rosetted tabby tom around the same age with a notch of his own. The third and youngest of the group was a grey speckled tabby who looked no older than Oddstripe’s litter, ears intact. The small group regarded them carefully. The youngest opened his mouth to drink in their scent and his tail immediately bristled, arcing down behind him.

“They’re savages!” he squeaked in fright. The other two cats’ pelts prickled at the realization.

“Rude,” Songdust huffed, mostly to herself.

“I thought you said there weren’t going to be any wild cats!” the white one accused.

“Bucket said they don’t cross the road!” the brown one shot back, more offended than worried. “He said the Folk keep them at bay!”

“Well, clearly these ones got across somehow!” the white one hissed back.

Smokyrose laughed awkwardly to herself and tried, “I-it’s alright, really, we don’t mean you any harm.” All three of them snapped their attention back to her sharply. She smiled and continued, “My name is Smokyrose and this is my companion, Songdust.”

“I’m Mulch,” the brown one said carefully. Neither the white one nor the grey one offered their own names and after a moment of awkward silence, Mulch said, “What are you… doing out here?”

Smokyrose brightened. “I’ve actually come to speak with Ghost. Do you know him?” Mulch let out a breathy, nervous laugh and glanced at the others. The white one squinted suspiciously.

“Yes,” she said, speaking like she was testing out the ice on a frozen pond. “Why do you know Ghost?”

The younger one gasped excitedly. “This must be his wild girl!” The white one’s ear twitched.

“Bit old for a ‘girl,’ don’cha think?” Mulch muttered back with a chuckle.

Smokyrose blushed and pursed her lips shut in embarrassment. Ghost’s wild girl - what a ridiculous thought, like he owned her or something! Was that how he talked about her when she wasn’t around? She hoped not but bile rose in her throat nonetheless.

“I’m a mediator,” she said, choosing to ignore that for now. “I solve disputes and facilitate communication between parties. Ghost is the cat in charge, isn’t he? I’d like to speak with him and see if we can come to some kind of peace agreement.”

“Oh, she must know the Transgressor!” the youngest one whispered to Mulch.

“Will you shut up, Flick?” Mulch raised his brows indignantly and swatted the younger cat lightly in the face.

“Sheesh!” grumbled Flick, swiping half heartedly back at him.

“You want to make peace?” the white one scoffed disbelievingly.

“I do,” said Smokyrose and she meant it. “I want to try and resolve the conflict before anyone else has to die on either side.” The three city cats exchanged glances with a mix of what Smokyrose thought was suspicion, reluctance, and respect. They looked back at her then the white one jutted her chin towards Songdust.

“Why is she here?”

“I’m her protector,” Songdust said firmly. The cats shifted uncomfortably.

Mulch said, “Can we have a moment to discuss?”

“Of course,” purred Smokyrose, sitting down, “take your time.” Songdust sat down as well and they watched as the three cats shuffled off into the grass to talk, Mulch having to give Flick a tug on his scruff when he forgot to walk instead of stare. They kept their voices too low for Smokyrose to listen in but she didn’t mind. It was nice to rest for a bit and patience was something a good mediator had in spades.

After a few moments, the city cats came back and Mulch said, “Alright, we’ll take you into town.”

“Splendid!” Smokyrose purred, standing up. “I really appreciate the help.”

“Yeah, sure,” he shrugged, looking uncomfortable. With a flick of his tail, he gestured for them to follow and started off back towards the city. As they went, Flick and the white one fell into step around them, almost like a guard. Smokyrose could feel them watching her every movement. It was almost flattering that they thought she would be able to try anything.

After a while, Flick leaned in and said, “I’m Flick by the way.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Flick,” said Smokyrose, starting to huff again.

“The grumpy one is Jumper,” he added. The cat in question bristled.

Smokyrose kept her attention on Flick. “I see. What were you doing out here?”

“Don’t answer that,” Mulch shot back before Flick was finished opening his mouth.

“Apologies,” said Smokyrose, “I was just trying to make conversation.”

“Yeah,” Flick protested, “We were just talking.”

“Well don’t,” Mulch snapped, mostly at Flick. Glancing at Smokyrose, he added, “Sorry, but my brother doesn’t know how to keep his damn mouth shut.”

“It’s alright,” she said, “I’ll try not to encourage him anymore.” Mulch nodded, satisfied, and they continued towards the city in silence from then on. It was a longer walk than Smokyrose had been expecting. The more they went the more she realized the actual size of the twolegplace, the buildings starting to grow and loom in the distance like an angular forest with no leaves. Eventually one of these structures drew near, a large, rickety shape that smelled strongly of hay and manure. On the far side, she could see wooden planks arranged in repetitive rows and columns that created a barrier around a group of strange, smelly deer-like things.

“What are those?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Flick followed her gaze and said, “Goats. Do you not have goats on the frontier?”

“No, we don’t,” Smokyrose said, busy puzzling over the word ‘frontier’. She’d never heard it before but she had to assume he meant Clan territories.

“They stink,” meowed Songdust, face crinkled in disgust.

“Yeah,” Flick laughed. “But the Folk seem to like them anyway.” The Folk - that meant twolegs, right? She squinted at the creatures curiously. What would twolegs like about these goat things?

“Come on,” Mulch said, “we’re nearly there.”

They curved around the wooden structure, revealing another one, shorter but wider, and an expanse of gravel and dirt. Smokyrose winced at the texture of the rocks on her paws but soldiered on. She was so close. They crossed the gravel then followed along the edge of it for a while, leaving the structures behind, until they came to a large empty space of dirt surrounded by weeds and wildflowers.

Cats were scattered across the dusty field in pairs, sparring, most of them with notched ears. Cats wearing collars strolled around in between them, hissing orders or giving harsh corrections. A few cats watched from the edge of the clearing and one of them, a brown tabby tom with a silver collar that reflected the sunlight like a concentrated band of heat waves. The tom stood, head tilted, and started walking their way.

“Great,” Jumper said, “here he comes.”

“Shut up,” Mulch said, “This is fine. We’ll hand them off and be done with it.” They stopped where they were, waiting for the tom to close the distance. Smokyrose took in his appearance as he grew closer. He had a sleight build and slim cheeks giving him an almost kitten-like appearance despite his full grown size. His fur was a warm brown with dark, brindling stripes and a neat mask framing his green-yellow eyes. His collar, which seemed less shiny up close than it had far away, bore a small, blue, vaguely fish-shaped charm covered in geometric silver scratches.

He smiled as he neared them, bright and friendly, and said, “Well, now, what do we have here?”

“We ran into these wild-cats while we were out hunting,” Mulch said and Smokyrose picked up on the deference in his tone. “They crossed the road. Said they wanted to speak with Ghost.”

“Really?” The kittypet’s eyes widened with interest and he turned his gaze to Smokyrose, inviting her to speak.

“Yes,” she purred with a gracious dip of her head. “My name is Smokyrose and this is my companion Songdust. In my Clan I work to handle disputes and settle arguments and I wanted to speak with Ghost to see if we could make peace between our two peoples.”

“Well, Ghost is currently indisposed,” the tom said apologetically, “but I would be happy to take you to speak with Razor instead.” The cats who had escorted them all tensed at the sound of Razor’s name. Songdust took a step closer to her.

“Indisposed?” Smokyrose frowned in concern. “How so?”

The tom winced. “He recently had a bit of an accident and has been resting to regain his strength. I’m sure he’ll be fine in a few days.”

“Oh, alright,” she said, ears drooping. What kind of an accident? Her gut twisted in worry and she sent a silent prayer to StarClan to let him be okay.

“Why don’t you walk with me?” the tom offered, half turning towards the city.

“Alright,” She agreed. Despite her disappointment, she still had a job to do. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he purred. Looking at Mulch, he said, “You’re excused.” Mulch let out a relieved breath and nodded.

“Thank you, sir,” he said, then turned to the others and said, “Come on, let’s go.”

“Goodbye, Flick,” Smokyrose waved her tail. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Flick said. Mulch cuffed him over the ear and the little group turned and went the way they had come.

The kittypet lifted his head and called over to the other cats watching the training. “I’m off to see Razor,” he said, “You’re in charge, Dexter.” One of the other kittypets nodded. Lots of cats started to stare. The tom in front of Smokyrose and Songdust smiled at them again and said, “This way.” He led them down the edge of the gravel path, walking side by side with Smokyrose, tail curling back and forth in a friendly wave.

“I don’t think I caught your name,” Smokyrose said, focusing in on him.

“You can call me Sardine,” he said. “I hope the others were good to you. I’d hate for the Chaff to give you a bad first impression of the city.”

“Oh, they were quite hospitable,” she exaggerated. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he purred. “You said you settle disputes among your people. Did they send you here or have you come on your own?”

“I have Goldenstar’s approval to go forward with peace talks,” said Smokyrose, even if that was not entirely true. Goldenstar had asked her to wait even if she was open to the idea.

“Goldenstar, that’s your leader?” he asked.

“Yes,” she purred. “She’s quite eager to see this conflict end peacefully.”

“That’s good to hear,” he said. “I know there are many here who feel the same.”

“Really?” Smokyrose asked, her heart lifting in hope.

“Oh, yes,” nodded Sardine. “I think everyone will be relieved to have this whole war business over soon.”

“Good,” purred Smokyrose. That was a relief. She glanced at Songdust to share in the excitement but found her companion grim faced. She frowned slightly but shook it off. She would have to talk with Songdust once they had a private moment. Sardine was talking again and she returned her focus to him, answering all his curiosities pleasantly and asking questions of her own. Eventually the gravel turned to the hard stone of the thunderpath and Sardine asked them to stay close to him for their own safety.

“Just a bit further and we’ll arrive at Razor’s garden,” he said.

“Excellent,” she said, tail swishing. “I can’t wait.”

UPDATES: - Smokyrose ventures to the city to try and make peace.

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hoeforhao · 1 year

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Teasing vernon before a concert then he rails you backstage for teasing him😭😭

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Pairing : idol!vernon × fem!reader

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⤷genre: pure smut, jealousy sex,explicit language/cursing, idol vernon, group stylist reader,backstage railing.

⤷tags: simply filthy smut, fem teasing (male receiving),elder girlfriend kink, fingering, marking/biting, name calling, slight verbal degradation, creampie, exhibitionism, public sex, quickie, multiple orgasms.

⤷synopsis: nothing much just getting railed by your boyfriend backstage after teasing him before their concert.

⤷word count: 1.15k

⤷author’s note: i was so nervous yet excited to make my first ever request, and also my second smut. i really hope y'all enjoy it, and if you do

Likes, comments and reblogs will be heartily appreciated ♡

"Wait for me after the concert and be ready to get your own little show babe"

Seeing the tall, permed hair boy leave for the stage with a sinful smirk, you straight off knew that doom would soon be knocking at your door.

Vernon has always been the composed and quiet type of boyfriend, while his s/o was a polar opposite : completely freaky minded. Your outer innocence was just a decoy to the filthy hoe inside. As much as you wanted to unleash the smutty side of yours before him, turn your bedroom times into an eccentric show, respecting Vernon's choices always stood up the first place.

But today, everything was gonna go down as you decided to let it all loose, temptations touching your tongue and spreading the wings of desire. And to your very surprise, everything went quite smoothly according to the premade wicked plan.Pairing your newly bought thigh high slit blazer dress with gladiator stilletos, you sheepishly made your way towards the crime scene : a.k.a backstage of seventeen's be the sun concert.

Leaning on the doorframe of the greenroom, you waited for the members' eyes to fall on you and as soon as they did, the whole room was echoing with praises. Used to always seeing you in baggy clothes, had all the 13's eyes glued onto your new black on black avatar as you foxily walked down to Vernon's chair and positioned yourself on his lap, more precisely his crotch. Grinding your bare hips onto his throbbing manhood, while putting your chonky thighs on show, you made sure to keep the flirty conversations going on steady with the others, not even bothering to pity the younger's muffled moans.

Soon after, a staff popped by to notify that it was time for the boys to go up the stage. Swirling up from the now aroused seat, you drew your thumb swiftly around vernon's earlobes and gave it a slight pinch,whilst passing all of them assuring hugs; your once a sweet little boy taking in each and every movement his girlfriend made, before finally leaving the premise,as he mouthed something into your ears.

You were so lost in enjoying the view of their concert from the backstage, that you didn't realize it was time for the last ending ment. Turning around on your heels, you decided to quickly sprint away from the venue, not wanting to be caught by Vernon. But guess what? Before you could even reach the stairs, the whole place went pitch black ; making you stop in your tracks as you felt a hot breath whisper on your neck, with hands snaking around your waist.

"How stupid of you baby, to think you can escape from me! Specially after that little trick of yours today" a devilish laugh leaving his lips as he turns your body around in one swish, making your chest hit on his toned abs.

"V-vernon. W-what trick are you talking 'bout?" puppy eyes visible under the lights coming from the stage, you asked all innocently, internally screaming for his freak side to show.

"Oh acting to be so innocent and all huh, aren't you,my dirty little girl!"your legs already giving up, just from his words.

"Lemme show you some of my own tricks then. Let's see how your body shudders under my grip love" saying this he swiftly picked up your body and slammed it on the wall; attaching his lips to yours the same instant.

By this time, you were already too hungry for him. So without wasting anymore seconds, you both start devouring each other's lips like beasts left unfed for days ; your tongues fighting for dominance inside each other when a tight slap from vernon's firm hands landed on your left butt, making you let out a soft moan,while he took this chance to take the upper hand.

His clothed dick, rubbing against your drenched pussy from under the dress, earning a shaky "Plss" from you.

"Plss what princess?" Vernon spoke against your trembling puffed up red lips,sloppily making his way down to your jaw.

"I need you in me Nonie. Pls" you somehow managed to answer in between moans.

"Not so fast baby. You need some punishment for being such a slut today; making me all hard just before the performance and letting the members get a show of what belongs to only me" he started sucking onto your neck and collarbone, leaving dark purple marks all over as his fingers teased your pulsating bud.

Vernon took no time and quickly pulled down your panties, lips still not leaving your neck, as he unannouncingly slid his digits into you, making you moan his name out load.

"Yes moan for me baby. Let everyone know how good this cub of yours makes you feel; that only I can make you cum this way." his words along with his paced up thrusts slowly forming a knot in your stomach.

"V-vernon I'm going to c - ahhh" before you could even complete the sentence, the younger's hands became saturated with your juices. Sucking you off of his fingers dry, he gently placed his lips onto yours again, giving you the taste of your insides.

"Mmmm look how good you taste sweetheart. I can have you for all of my meals throughout the entire day"

Seeing your legs collapse from the just washed out orgasm, Vernon reflexively pushed up your ass into thin air,wrapping your thighs around his waist; as he took out his painful erection out of his stained pants and lined it up on your entrance. One hand tightly squeezing your boobs, while the lips worked their way on your cleavage, he pushed himself inside of you in one go, his precum replacing the role of lube.

"You're still so fuxkin tight bitch, even after taking me in almost every night" a whimper leaving his lips as your walls tensed up around his length.

"N-nonie my pussy is only for you to ruin babie" you voice as you're driven into ecstasy by your once thought innocent boyfriend.

Arousal blurring his sanity,he starts ramming in you at a inhumane speed, making you see constellations before your eyes. Taking in his continuously rough thrusts, you soon felt your high riding by for the second time, as you drowned his member with your cum, half of it seeping down your legs.

"Such a desperate whore under my touch huh" he claims before draining himself in you completely, with the warmest feeling ever. Your insides felt so good, as if it was meant only to take his cum, a cozy home for his seeds.

"Remember this small exclusive show of mine, before pulling another trick like today, princess" Vernon whispers against your nape as he pulls up his pants, drying off your legs with his tongue, meanwhile carrying you to the car.

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