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satorusugurugurl · 1 month

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Can i request modern au!sukuna and reader just making out in the living room during gojos house party🫠 established relationship of course🙏

I Got You

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x FAB Reader (MODERN AU)

Word Count: 1,983

Content Working: alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, anxiety attack, making out, suggestive

A/N: This request was so flipping cute! Loving this Modern!Sukuna AU! Like always send me suggestions!! I love hearing about your chaotic horny brain worms!

“Hello, welcome, welcome!” Gojo Satoru yelled over the bass booming from inside the house. “Step inside my humble abode!” You wanted to roll your eyes at ‘humble abode’ as you and Sukuna stepped inside Gojo’s mansion. “I am your gracious host, sober as per usual! Beer pong is in the back; spin the bottle has turned into strip poker, so that's been moved into the basement.” Your blue-eyed friend peered over his dark sunglasses. “There's pizza, edibles, and drinks in the kitchen! Have fun, don't fuck in my room again. Suguru and I are chilling in the hot tub if you need us!”

With the completion of his speech, your host was off towards the back, dodging several drunk people. Gojo’s house parties were always the best. Hell, it's where you met Sukuna. They were full of chaos, laughter, and lots of memories. Usually, you'd be dragging Sukuna to the kitchen by now and snacking on edibles, nursing a rum and coke.

But you were a bit anxious.

Work has been so tense this week. Endless piles of paperwork, long days. Every day was the same: get up, go to work, come home, and make dinner before passing out in bed. You’d been so stressed it didn't help that you hadn't even spent time with Sukuna all week. So when Gojo invited you for a small get-together, you jumped at the opportunity. A party with your closest friends would ease the tension in your back.

What you walked into was not at all a small get-together. This was a full-ass Gojo Satoru party. It had probably started as a small get-together, but word probably spread, and Gojo would never say no to a good time. The more the merrier! But as the smell of weed and shouting echoed through the house, you were beginning to regret your choice.

Sukuna peered down at you from the corner of his eye. He could see the stress etched into your features. He had offered to take you to dinner, something quiet and calm after your hard week. But when you said you needed to blow off some steam, he didn't fight you. He'd been there, raising his two brothers. Work and school had him running to parties like this all the time before he met you.

If this is what you needed, he'd support you.

“Hey,” he bent over next to your ear, “you good? Want to get a drink?”

“Mmhmm!”

Taking your hand in his, Sukuna led you through the crowded halls into the kitchen. You searched for Nanami, Shoko, or anyone you knew, but you saw a sea of strangers. This was fine. It was okay; Sukuna was here. You were going to be OK.

“Want a rum and coke?” Sukuna yelled over the blaring music. His hand released yours. “Or something else?”

In the instant he was no longer holding you, you felt it. Your hands were shaking, and your index finger twitched—the telltale signs of an anxiety attack for you. Quickly folding your hands behind your back, you swallowed hard, heart pounding in your ears. You needed to get away, to find a quiet spot, but the last thing you wanted to do was make Sukuna worry about you.

“Surprise me!” You yelled back, looking around. “I'm going to go use the restroom!”

Your boyfriend had just started towards the drinks when you shouted at him that you were going to the bathroom. When he turned around, he watched you push through the growing crowd, clenching your left hand as you did. Sighing softly, Sukuna headed for the fridge to get what was needed.

You were shaking, eyes darting through the smokey halls, searching for privacy. The bathroom was locked, couples blocked the stairs, and people flooded through the front door. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you needed to get away from the noise and calm down! You rushed down the hall, finding the living room empty, except for a beer bottle on the coffee table. This must have been where Spin the Bottle was being played earlier. Thank fuck it turned into strip poker.

Plopping down on the couch, you stared down at your shaking hands. The index finger and middle finger twitched, pulsing as waves of anxiety slammed into you. To fight back tears, you shut your eyes tight just as your leg began to bounce. This was a nasty attack. Calm, stay calm. It would be okay.

Why didn't you listen to your boyfriend?! From the second you got in the car, you felt off. Something was going to happen, but you had no clue what it could be like a shadow figure was stalking you, waiting for the perfect chance to strike. Now that you were in the midst of your anxiety attack, it all made sense.

“Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.” You whispered to yourself. “Don't cry.”

Despite telling yourself that, it didn't prevent the tears streaming down your cheeks. Fuck. This was not how you wanted to spend your Friday night. Poor Sukuna wouldn't want to spend the night like this, either. He was stuck taking care of his weak-ass girlfriend, who couldn't calm herself down. He deserved more. Before your thoughts could spiral further, the couch dipped under someone's weight.

Turning your head to see who it was, you gasped as Sukuna cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. Your heart skipped a beat as you kissed back. He pulled back, thumb brushing against your cheek before his lips were firmly against yours once more. The second kiss was deeper as he gently eased you back into the corner of the armrest.

Whimpering against your boyfriend's lips, you lifted, still shaking hands to his shoulders. Your fingers trailed over muscles as his own hands moved down the curves of your body. Sukuna’s grip was firm, holding you tight and reassuring you that he was here. That you weren't alone.

Sukuna’s tongue darted out, gently licking at your bottom lip, begging for you to allow him inside. You obeyed simultaneously, opening your mouth. His tongue slid into your mouth, deepening the already passionate kiss. Furrowing your brows, you pulled him on top of you as you laid back. Obliging your wants, Sukuna followed you, his body pressed against you. In all of the movements, never once did he break the connection.

You hadn't had a drink of alcohol or eaten one of the edibles, but you felt hazy. All thanks to Sukuna’s tongue buried in your mouth. He massaged your tongue gently with his as his hands mapped out the dips and curves of your body. Making mental notes of all the places he touched that made you squirm. The second he got you home later, those spots he would pay extra attention to. He'd mark them up, suck on them until you were begging for more.

That would be for later on. Right at this moment, you were his sole concern. He paid close attention to your body and how the tension melted away. Trembling that was driven by anxiety shifted into trembles of pleasure. The kiss meant to ground you slowly twisted into a kiss the two of you found yourselves lost in.

Your hands ran through his soft hair, pulling him closer to you. Your tongue moved against his, gently prodding and massaging it, tasting the faint traces of mint and rum. God, you felt high, so high off of him. Off of the Ryomen Sukuna, the man you were so lucky to call your boyfriend. He left you breathless in every way, shape, and form.

Which is why you pushed him back, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you gulped down the air. While you recovered from the breathtaking kiss, Sukuna eyed you. His chest heaving as he sat back, giving you some space. Fuck, he looked good. His hair was in disarray, his shirt wrinkled around the collar, and his eyes dark with lust. The two of you were drunk off each other, and you had the urge to get wasted, to drown yourself in him and nothing else.

You sprung towards him, sitting in his lap as your lips found his. This kiss wasn't as gentle as the first (if you could call it gentle). You nipped at his lips, causing him to groan against your mouth, his eyes rolling back into his skull. His hands ran up and down your back, encouraging you to keep going. You cupped his face, kissing him like your life was on the line.

Sumina moaned as you made out like teenagers on the couch. His hands tangled in your hair, tugging Y/H/C strands as you sucked and bit at his bottom lip. Fuck, you felt like a teenager. It felt good to lose yourself in his kisses.

“Sukuna! Hey, I couldn't find my ice pack—oh!” you pulled away from Sukuna’s lips, panting heavily. Gojo was wet, towel around his waist as he held a bag of frozen peas. “Well, huh, I guess you have it covered?” Your white-haired friend asked, tossing Sukuna the peas.

Suluna caught the bag, glaring at Gojo with flushed cheeks. “Yes, now go!”

“Okay, okay! Just remember to wrap it up!”

“Fuck you, Gojo!” Sukuna yelled after him as he rushed off. “Stupid fuckin’ bastard.” Sukuna sighed, leaning his head back against the couch, his very hard erection pressing against you. “Ruining the mood.”

You cocked an eyebrow, eyes darting from your boyfriend to the peas, trying to put the two together. While your mind tried to connect the dots, Sukuna sighed. The sound rumbled in his chest as he picked up the bag, pressing it gently against the back of your neck.

The cold jolted down your spine, making you jump, your hips rutting against him. “Fuck! That's cold!” Sukuna hummed, eyes wandering over your face.

“Good means it's working.” Words trailed off before he looked away, flushing a deeper shade of red. “You feelin’ better?”

“Huh?”

“You were having an anxiety attack, right?”

You blinked at his words; he knew he had seen it. “How did you know?”

“Well, for starters, I’m your boyfriend.” His signature cocky smirk graced his lips. “Plus, you kept clenching your hand, taking super deep breaths, and I noticed your fingers twitching.” God, how embarrassing was this? You groaned, pressing your forehead against his. “Hey, it's okay, I got you. I would have been here sooner, but I couldn't find any ice packs.” his hand gently rubbed circles into your thigh. “So, I had to use my kissing skills to get you to hold your breath.”

“You do listen.” Holding your breath to stop a panic attack was something you and his brother Choso had talked about weeks ago over dinner. He had seemed bored, rolling his eyes as you both excitedly gushed over a paper he was writing for school.

“Of course, I listen.” His hand squeezed your thigh. “I've been listening to you since we played Seven Minutes in Heaven six months ago.”

“Seven Minutes in Heaven?” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I think you mean an hour in heaven.”

Sukuna pulled the bag of peas away, shutting his eyes as he smiled. “An hour that changed my life completely.” His words had you biting your lip.

“Say Kuna~” you rocked against him, pleased to find him still hard. “What do you say we play that again? I want you to kiss me until I see the pearly gates.”

You didn't have to say it twice. The pea bag was thrown across the room, and frozen green peas rolled in every direction. You squealed as you were thrown over your boyfriend's shoulder, getting carried off to a more private location. You were squirming in excitement when his hand firmly smacked your ass.

“Oh no, look at that. Gojo left his door unlocked~!”

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katiexpunk · 6 months

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Daddy's Girl | Pairing Joel Miller and fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joel end up at home in bed after a long night. You want to orgasm, so you decide to take matters into your own hands while Joel watches. Joel has other thoughts about the matter. Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~2K Warnings: Withholding of orgasm, female stimulation, female receiving oral, fingering, use of "daddy," "good girl" and pet names, Joel calls reader a slut once, praise kink, brat taming if you squint. There are no physical descriptions of reader apart from clothing. Authors Note: Okay babes, I don't even know what the fuck possessed me to write this. I'm not really a "daddy" girl, but like, this shit was fun to write. I haven't been able to write as of late because of life and my new job, but this one just sorta poured out of me.

You know the drill, smut below the cut.

Joel knows what you’re doing, but he lays back on the bed with his arms behind his head, his thick thighs spread out among the silk sheets, watching you.

You came from a party one of your friends had hosted, and it was almost midnight. But neither of you is in the mood to sleep. Especially you, feeling rather bratty tonight, not caring about the consequences of your actions.

You lay next to him, tracing your hands on your body, playing with yourself as though you have no idea what you’re doing to Joel.

Spoiler alert, you know.

You stare at Joel through the mirror at the end of the bed, and the reflection of his face looking back at you is intense enough to cause chills down your spine, but you don’t stop.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing, sweetheart?” His husky voice echoes through the room, only stoking the flame burning inside you.

He lifts his broad frame from the bed, rolling over to face you, and reaches out his large hand to plant it on the column of your neck. He’d much rather his hand be your favorite necklace, but the role was already taken by the dainty little necklace resting on your soft skin; a simple heart, the words “daddy” engraved in the metal. He plays with it, feeling the cool metal between his fingers, his cock twitching knowing he was the one to give it to you.

Your eyes dart between your bodies, the sight of his growing hardness only adding to the wetness already collecting in your panties. You imagine his cock, the tip of it angry and red, begging for release.

Joel drops his hand dangerously close to where you need it the most.

“Didn’t hear you give me an answer, sweetheart?” he says, voice low.

“W-what daddy? I’m not doing a-anything”, you mumble, not caring about what is coming next. Before you can open your mouth, Joel has you pinned on your back, flat onto the mattress, tucked firm under his weight.

His hand drags back up to your face, and he squeezes your cheeks hard enough to make your lips form a beak-like pout, while his other free hand fists a handful of your hair.

“You’re testing my patience, baby,” Joel says under his breath, staring deep into your eyes.

Fuck, you’re so pretty.

You catch yourself squirming under the attention of his gaze, anticipation building at the thought of the ways he wants to ruin you. He doesn’t have to say it, you can see it through the lust in his eyes.

You feel the hand that fists your hair slowly move down to your hips. You let out another small gasp when he squeezes your body tightly, pulling your hips further into his. His hand stays there, not moving an inch, his chocolate brown eyes still locked on yours. You want more.

He want him to feel how wet he has you.

“You want my attention, baby? Acting like a dumb slut for daddy’s cock?” Joel whispers, harshly pulling your hips to his.

It doesn’t take long for you to start rocking your hips together. Joel gives your cheeks a final squeeze before moving his hand down to squeeze one of your ass cheeks. The sudden move makes you gasp, and the pleasure from it starts to build up inside you.

“D-Daddy',” you whimper.

You feel your panties getting wetter and wetter, and it’s getting increasingly uncomfortable. You so desperately want him to remove the fabric separating you so you can grind on the rough material of his jeans, desperate for friction.

“What is it, baby? Tell daddy what you want,” Joel says, pulling you closer to him, so there’s no space between you.

You keep grinding against his hard cock, so hard he can swear he almost feels the wetness of your cunt through his jeans.

“W-want you to- mmh," you moan, falling deep into the heat of the moment.

Your hands grip his shirt as he increases the pace of his hips. Your soft lips let out small ah sounds when Joel’s hands start to squeeze the flesh of your ass, holding you closer to him, grinding your needy cunt on him.

“What do you want, baby?” Joel asks, looking deep into your eyes, brows furrowed and lips slightly parted, the sight of you only causing him to stiffen further.

“p-panties- ah, o-off, want them g-gone,” you mutter, as you keep thrusting your hips up into his. Your moans only get louder when he starts to trail kisses down your neck. You close your eyes and tilt your head to the side as you give Joel more access to your neck. He’s barely touched you, but you’re already too fucked out to notice the slow drag of Joel removing your panties.

Your eyes shoot open when you feel his palm cupping your leaking pussy. Not wasting any time, you begin to grind onto his hand.

“Ah!.. w-wanna cum daddy,” you moan, somewhat pathetically.

It’s not before long that fire starts to pool in your belly as Joel continues to work you toward the cliff of your orgasm, making you desperate for a release.

“No,” he says.

Joel’s stern warning makes you whine. His fingers stroke your plump, wet lips, and he presses a finger on your clit, slick making the feel of it nice and smooth.

Waves of pleasure crash into you when he starts to rub tight circles on your clit. You throw your head back and moan under the weight of his touch. Joel keeps rubbing your clit, while the other hand removes the shirt hanging loosely on your upper body. Joel’s hand cups one of your tits, and it fits perfectly in his hand, not too big or too small. He keeps palming at it until he stops to pull you in for a rough kiss, the feeling of it warm and familiar, soft and firm, enough and not enough all at the same time. You always want more.

Joel pulls himself away from you to look at you in the face. Small beads of sweat gather on your forehead, and your eyes are glossy. You already look so fucked out, but Joel can only laugh. He’s far from done with you.

His hand still on your pussy, he takes a small swat at it, making you yelp, but before you can register what’s happening, Joel is ducking his body down, his head landing between your legs. His hands brush your smooth thighs and he massages them gently. You reach your fingers down and card them through his salt and pepper curls and you lift your hips to make his mouth meet your leaking hole.

You let out a choked moan when his aquiline nose comes into contact with your sensitive clit. Electricity runs through your body as you start to grind on his face. Joel lets you take control for a bit, but then he suddenly pulls away, making you cry breathlessly.

“No! w-want it! Daddy p-please!”

Joel looks up at your face.

“You got your fun, now it’s my time baby. You don’t want to be selfish, do you?” Joel questions, making you shake your head emphatically. You stare down at him, waiting to do as he pleases.

“Good girl, now spread your legs wider and keep your hands on my shoulders,” he commands, “and you better not fucking move.”

You do as you’re told.

You need to come so badly.

You throw your head back as soon as his wide tongue makes its first lick, the feel of it warm and wet. Sinful moans escape your mouth as he keeps sucking and licking at every inch of you, your hips bucking into his mouth as he sucks on your throbbing bud.

“Wanna- ah! Please, w-wanna come – need to come!”

Joel keeps sucking, pretending not to hear your plea to let you come. He wraps his toned arms around your hips as he laps into your pussy, devouring you like a starved man.

He can tell you’re close by the way your legs shake.

“Hold it. Don’t come yet,” Joel commands once more.

Joel removes his tongue for a second, and you cry at the loss of the warmth of it. He plunges two of his long, thick fingers into your wet and waiting pussy. The stretch of him is delicious. His mouth returns to your clit, and your mouth hangs open in pleasure as he fucks his long fingers in and out of you.

“Fuck–Joel, fuck right there, don’t stop,” you moan.

The building pleasure causes your body to tense, and you squirm, making it hard for Joel to keep his grip on you. You start to close your legs around his head, feeling overwhelmed, but Joel removes his fingers from your cunt and uses both hands to hold your legs open for him.

“Do that again and you won’t get to come,” he warns. His warning sends a spark through you, only adding to your arousal. He looks up at you once more, and one of the corners of his lips lifts up in a small smirk. God, he loves it when his girl is nothing but a babbling mess under him.

Joel doesn’t think twice before his fingers return to your hole, moving his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy as he sucks and licks at your throbbing clit. You dig crescent-shaped marks into the skin of his back, and he increases the pace of his fingers, gathering slick on them before confidently adding a third.

“Ugh, Joel, Please!” you moan, desperate.

“You can come for me, sweet girl. Go on. Wanna feel you soak my fingers,” he says, voice raspy, muffled against your skin.

The sound of his voice, and the permission he gives you cause you to release. Your back arches in pleasure and the tightness of your walls clamp tight against his fingers as he works you through it.

Joel gazes up as you orgasm, his face still buried in your dripping cunt. He licks your pussy until there’s nothing more to be devoured, the sensation almost becoming too much before Joel plants a soft kiss on your folds and drags his face up to meet yours.

“You’re so perfect when you come, baby,” he whispers, his lips inches away from yours, breath heady and musky from the taste of you. “Always such a good girl for me,” he says, planting a wet kiss on your lips.

It’s when he pulls away that you feel his hard cock prodding tight against you.

“You’re hard daddy, let me-”

He cuts you off with another kiss.

“Oh baby, I’m not finished yet. I’m just getting started with you,” he says.

It’s going to be a long night for you both.

END

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gurugirl · 1 year

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how do we feel about a New Years party stepdad!h blurb? <3

A/n: You wanted a blurb? SORRY! LOL! Got carried away babe! This is a bit more than a blurb. Happy New Year to everyone! Hope your parties are just as fun as this one 💦 3.4k words

Warning: stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader, inappropriate relationship, smut

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New Year's Eve had always been a fun little thing that your mother loved to celebrate, maybe more than any other holiday. She always planned well in advance, inviting dozens of guests, warning the neighbors that it was going to be loud and bribing them with her famous tiramisu, having food catered in, decorations, champagne, noise makers...

You were dressed in your little red, sequin dress with a low back and black heels, hair smoothed and waved, red lips, and lots of butterflies in your tummy. You didn't know how tonight was going to go down. Harry would probably kiss your mom at midnight - that was a given actually. You were used to that, though. What had you feeling the fluttery nerves in your tummy was what Harry was going to do with himself.

The moment he saw you in your little red number he let out an audible scoff that even your mother noticed, "She's gorgeous isn't she, Harry?" Your mom poked her elbow at her husband and winked at you.

She truly just had no idea. But you'd also gotten used to pushing the guilt down so deep it almost didn't even bother you anymore. Almost.

As the guests began to arrive, everyone was handed a drink and ate snacks, and gathered in small groups to chat. The music playing over the speakers was nice and chill. The atmosphere was really relaxed and exciting all at once.

You invited a couple of your girlfriends and they were dressed just as cute as you. Cassidy was somewhat aware of how you felt about Harry. Well, actually she wasn't really aware. She only knew that you found him attractive. She had no idea of your secret. No one did.

"He's so fucking fine. How do you survive listening to him fuck your mom?" She laughed into her red solo cup. She was already half in the bag.

You rolled your eyes and made a gagging noise, acting as if you were grossed out by anything to do with Harry and sex, "Gross! Cas, you're nasty. I don't think of him like that."

She scoffed and shook her head, "I know you think he's hot. You told me. Don't lie."

You shrugged, "Not anymore really. Now he's just my stepdad. I don't think of him that way."

But you could feel his eyes on you all night. You even had to take your pointer finger and make a slicing gesture across your neck to tell him to cut it out. He was going to get himself caught. He wasn't being sly.

It had you a bit worried in fact. So your butterflies were warranted. Harry was being a bit too obvious.

One of Harry's friends, LJ, was also eyeing you. But you didn't like his attention. Not one bit. The guy was ogling you and he kept coming up to you and very openly flirted with you a good handful of times before Harry had had enough and he interrupted one such moment.

"That's enough, mate. That's my stepdaughter..." Harry had placed a palm on the man's shoulder to pull him back a few inches.

You watched on as LJ and Harry went back and forth, "No worries, dude. She's an adult. Right?" He looked at you with brows raised.

You shrugged but looked at Harry with pleading eyes. You wanted LJ to fuck off.

"Nah, let's go, man. Anyone but her..." Harry pulled LJ along and LJ turned back to you as he stumbled in step with Harry and waved at you, but the look on his face was a promise that he'd return.

Your mom was ER doctor, but her true calling was a party planner and host. She threw the best parties. She always had everything perfectly organized and planned out. Anything that went wrong, she took care of by improvising or adapting to doing something a little differently.

So, when one of the drunk guests fell into a table and knocked all of the drinks, cups, and liquor bottles to the ground, your mom had already bought extra liquor and mixers. She immediately got into host most and pointed to you and Harry, "In the basement, bring up the boxes labeled NYE Backup. There are seven of them."

You and Harry quickly went into the house and you kicked your heels off the moment you walked into the kitchen so you could more easily go up and down the stairs. This would likely involve more than one trip.

Harry led the way to the basement and just as you thought he'd do, he pulled you into his arms when you were both hidden away from any eyes that might see.

He groped your ass and then brought a hand up to your chin, holding your jaw, "Why are you wearing this? Trying to make me lose my mind? I've gotta fuckin' fight all my friends to stay away from you," he asked you with his face close to yours. The stance he had over you was possessive and animalistic.

You chuckled and grasped Harry's forearm that held your jaw, "Just for you, Daddy. Thought you'd like it."

Harry pressed his mouth to yours and moved his hands down again. He slid his fingers to your thighs and slowly moved the hem of your dress upward. He began moving you back toward the wall until you felt the cool, flat surface against your back.

Harry broke from the kiss and backed away enough so he could take a look at your panties. He was always obsessed with seeing what panties you had on no matter what you were wearing. You wore something that wouldn't show panty lines. a red and thin lacy thong.

Harry opened his mouth and smoothed his hands over your hips, his thumbs dragging the material down a little. He pushed your dress up further and brushed his fingers over your tummy and ducked down to kiss your belly button which made you laugh because the scruff on his face tickled a bit.

"S'mine..." he spoke against your belly as he settled onto the floor to his knees. His lips made their way down over your panties until he kissed right over the crotch of your panties. His hands pushed your thighs apart and for a moment, you forgot that you had a task to do and your mom's drill sergeant was about to come out if she didn't see you two back upstairs soon.

You leaned your head back to the wall and nodded, "Yours, Daddy."

Harry groaned and pinched the inside of your right thigh as he lifted your left leg and draped your thigh over his shoulder. He quickly pushed the material that was hiding your pussy away to the side and took one, wide and long lick upwards. He looked up at you with that devilish grin you loved before he took another long lick up, his tongue pressing into your labia before slurping your clit gently.

You gasped and put your hands into his hair just as he took his index and middle finger into your folds with his mouth wrapped around your sensitive button.

"Harry? Y/n?" Your mom's voice traveled down into the basement.

Harry quickly stood back up, straightening his clothes out and adjusting his dick as you moved your panties into place and slid your dress back down to cover your bottom.

You both looked at one another and laughed before bringing up the boxes. It did take a few trips. And on each one, Harry tried something but you slapped his hand away, "Mom is going to catch us. You need to stop!" But you couldn't stop the smile and the giggle when you warned him.

The backup liquor and mixers saved the party. Everyone got back to drinking and dancing and being loud. But now you were on edge after getting a little attention from Harry in the basement and your panties got progressively wetter through the night just thinking about his mouth on you. It also didn't help that he kept looking at you or when he'd get close enough he'd whisper into your ear so no one could hear or he'd graze his knuckles down your arm.

Harry didn't get too drunk, but he was feeling quite comfortable with himself. He was dancing and mingling, but he kept looking toward you throughout the night. But the only reason you noticed it was because you kept looking toward him. He was hot. And he wanted you bad, so you were in a state of constant horniness.

When the karaoke machine came out Harry was on it. Harry was a singer in a band. They were okay. It was mostly just for fun, but Harry was good. He took the microphone and put the song in.

When you first heard the music you weren't sure what the song was, but then you realized that it was Elvis. A Little Less Conversation. One of Harry's favorite songs.

Everyone laughed and cheered. It was quite ridiculous. Harry was just having fun, really getting into it. He was singing directly to one of his friends, Joe, touching his shoulders and swaying to the beat. It was a good show.

"He's hard not to stare at," Cassidy said as she leaned into you watching Harry sing the Elvis song. She had a smile on her face as she watched your stepdad sing and move around. Harry had his striped button-up shirt unbuttoned to just past his pecs and his sleeves pushed up to past his elbows, showcasing the tattoos on his forearms. Because of course, he did.

You looked around and realized most of the women were looking at Harry just like Cassidy was. You smiled because you knew Harry was yours at the end of the night. Well, mostly. You'd see how the night turned out once the guests left. Things were a bit more tricky when your mom was home.

Everyone who sang karaoke after Harry had a tough act to follow but it was fun to watch. You wouldn't dare get up and sing in front of anyone. You'd probably have the police called if you tried.

When the hour was closing in at midnight everyone had their champagne glasses and their partner. You and Cassidy stuck next to one another. You'd kiss her at midnight, just a peck.

Harry jumped up on a chair and started the countdown from 10. Your mom stood next to him and everyone watched Harry and counted down.

He shot you a look as the seconds ticked and then he jumped down from his chair and took your mom in his arms and kissed her just as you gave Cassidy a playful peck to her mouth at midnight.

Guests stayed well past midnight. You weren't sure what time they finally started leaving. Cassidy and Michaela planned to stay the night so they were already in your bed by the time you had finished clearing most things from the backyard with your mom and Harry and a few people who stayed to help.

Your mom snuck away before the last guests left and when it was just you and Harry he dragged you into the house and quietly into the basement.

"Your mom's in bed already. I think we need to finish what we started down here, don't you? Start the new year off right?" He had you pressed up against the wall again as he pushed his body against yours, trapping you between himself and the cold wall.

You leaned your head back and nodded with a smile, "I think so." You moved your hands over his chest and slid your fingers into the opening of his shirt, feeling his hard chest with hair scattered over his pecs. Harry's body was delicious.

Moving your hands down you unbuckled his belt and undid his pants as quickly as you could. Harry moved your dress up above your hips to expose your panties again.

"Fuck, I need you. I always need you so bad, Y/n..." Harry moaned as you pulled him out of his pants. He was already hard and ready. Heavy in your hand.

Harry moved your panties to the side and pressed his mouth back onto yours as he slipped his fingers into your crease and circled your clit.

You stroked him with your palm, but it was dry, so you pushed at him a little and spit into your hand, keeping your eyes on his, and then lowered your hand back down to his gorgeous cock. The cock that you knew would soon be taking up all the space inside of your cunt.

You gasped when he pushed two fingers into your tight little hole.

You and Harry stood in the basement, against the wall, watching each other as you got fingered and he got a hand job.

You both began to pant softly as it got more heated. Harry's fingers were long and worked you better than anyone else's.

"My hand is drenched. I think this pussy is ready for my cock now," Harry spoke through his teeth. His tip was leaking just the tiniest bit, his precum letting you know he was aching in your hand.

Harry removed his hand and pushed his pants all the way down and then he grabbed the back of your thighs and bent at the knees as he lifted you upward, your back still to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Harry guided his thick, hard cock into your sopping hole. You both let out a moan that was louder than it should have been.

"Fuck... that's all I needed..." Harry moaned as he felt you lather his cock in arousal, your walls pressing all around him.

"Mmmm... me too, Daddy..." you put your arms over his shoulders for leverage as he began to press upward into you deeper. Harry couldn't pull out too much, but with your back pressed into the wall, he could bend down a little and move himself in and out a few inches, but mostly, he stayed deep inside of you, fucking upward.

Harry had his hands squeezing your ass as he thrusted and you kept your legs locked around his waist so you wouldn't fall.

"Oh my god! Fuck, you’re so deep!" You grunted at his harsh plunges.

Harry put his mouth to yours to keep you quiet because your moans and yelps were too loud. His tongue swirled over your tongue and he licked at your lips and your mouth as he panted his breaths in between.

Harry began to pound into you harder as you fucked yourself down over his cock, moving your hips as much as you could. He kept his mouth over yours but the sound of your back against the wall as he rutted into you was thudding in time with his thrusts.

Harry's cock was throbbing inside of you and he moaned against your mouth as his jaw went slack. He was about to come.

"Come inside of me, Daddy. Fill me up..." you whispered as you pulled at his hair and Harry began to tremble.

"What do you need, baby? Want your clit rubbed? Can you reach?" Harry's words were breathy and tight.

You actually couldn't reach because of the angle and you were worried that if you let go with one of your arms you might lose your balance.

"I don't think I can. But that's okay..."

Harry grunted and moved his hands to your thighs and put your feet onto the floor before pulling out, his heavy cock swaying and shiny.

"Get on your hands and knees. I'll fuck you doggy and you rub that sweet little clit," Harry moved you so you were bending downward.

You got to your hands and knees, knowing you'd have carpet burn afterward, but it'd be worth it.

Harry got in right behind you and softly palmed over your bottom and leaned over your back, "Need to keep quiet, okay?"

You nodded and spread your thighs for him as you started to rub your clit.

Harry impaled you quickly and the feel of his cock parting your soft inner walls and the noise it made when his hips met your ass was so sexy.

Harry's pace was better like this. He could really fuck you in this position. You ran your fingers over your clit as Harry's cock glided in and then backed out to his crown, before pushing back in, reaching that one spot, deep inside, his tip and the swollen frenulum dragging over it and making you see stars each time.

It was like Harry's cock was made for your pussy. Curved perfectly to reach and rub into the magic area that had your toes curling and your pussy creaming over him with how good it felt.

Things only got wetter as Harry went harder. He was tempted to spank your round ass but he resisted because the sound of a palm landing on soft flesh could be a bit loud at times. And besides, his skin and balls slapping against you each time he rocked inward were loud enough. But those noises couldn't be helped. The sound of two people fucking would be enough of a giveaway. Having the sound of him spanking you, which would probably make you yelp was not wise.

Harry began to tremble behind you again, his long cock slicking into you and punching you deep in your tummy. You sped up the speed of your fingers and groaned when Harry's hips rocked into you so hard you were being knocked forward.

"M'gonna come, baby. Come on Daddy's cock. Come on... Need to see your cream all over it. Oooohh..." he let out a low and quiet moan and gasp when you started to quiver and moan.

You bit your lip to keep your noises down because your orgasm was about to take you out. You'd been on edge and pent up all night, which only meant your orgasm was going to wreck you.

Harry shifted deep into you and he grasped your hips. You felt him lean over your body as he fucked inward, inward, deeper, deeper, never moving his cock out as his tip was smashed into your magic spot, smoothing over it and pressing into it, never letting up contact.

You lost it. You did your best not to make a peep but you shook and your ears rang, your heart pounded harshly as your orgasm took over. You creamed over his cock, just like he wanted and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned over your body.

Harry gasped and stilled his hips as he released inside of you, deep into your guts. You felt drool hit the top of your shoulder blades as Harry's mouth was hanging open in ecstasy. He couldn't help it. You made his mouth water and his orgasm burst into you and took over all of his senses. He groaned quietly as he unloaded himself into you, coating you with his sperm.

It was a lot. You both came hard. His come began to drip out of you before he'd even pulled out. You were both still a little shaky when he finally did pull out and you heard him laugh as he slipped his fingers through your folds to scoop up his come. He put his arm around your body and you saw his finger in front of your face.

"Suck," he said in a dark voice.

You wrapped your lips around his finger and sucked his still-warm come into your mouth and swallowed it down with a gulp.

"Good girl."

You both got up, wobbly and breathless and smiling. Harry brought you in for another kiss as he pulled your dress down to cover your body.

"Happy New Year, baby. I love you." Harry kissed you deeply and you slung your arms over his shoulders and made out like teenagers. You could probably have gone another round but it was best to get back to your respective rooms before anyone caught you. "Happy New Year, Daddy," you smiled at the man and he pinched your cheek with a grin before you both headed upstairs and went your separate ways for the night.

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Welcome to Blinky's Rewatch Party!

Hello Nighthawks, Sniggles, and Latte Hattes! You've found the official tumblr page for Blinky's Rewatch Party--where we organize semi-regular watch parties of Nightmare Time 2 episodes as part of our campaign to both share our love of NMT and hopefully get our grubby little hands on Nightmare Time 3!

Current Rewatch Party Planning Polls: None Currently Active!

FAQ with all the basic info under the cut!

WHEN ARE THE REWATCH PARTIES?

The Rewatch Parties are every other Saturday, at two different times, so that as many people as possible can participate directly! The schedule for the current round of Rewatch Parties is:

HOW CAN I PARTICIPATE?

Here on Tumblr, we will be using the tag "Blinky's Rewatch Party." You can use the tag to liveblog your rewatch, or wait until the story is over to post any and all thoughts at once. If you can't make either of the chosen times, that's okay! The tag's not going anywhere; simply watch and post your thoughts whenever you can. And remember to check out the tag to see what other people are saying!

If the Tumblr tagging system isn't your ideal communal watching experience, that's cool too. We're set up on several other social media platforms that you are welcome to check out!

Also you can follow this blog! It's not super necessary, but it will make keeping up with any updates easier. Also, likes and ESPECIALLY reblogs of any and all posts are greatly appreciated--I don't really care about notes for notes' sake, but since the whole point is to keep people watching Nightmare Time, I'd love for the parties to reach as many people as possible!

WHAT OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS? HOW DO I FIND YOU THERE?

We'll be hosting the watch parties here on Tumblr, but also on Discord, YouTube, and Twitter.

The link to our discord is here: https://discord.gg/Mz2P65mt29! it's super chill and fun and there's a surprising amount of discussion and theorizing about Chumby.

We don't have a specific YouTube page (yet!)--we'll simply be hosting the watch parties in the comments sections of the Nightmare Time episodes themselves. This will have the added bonus of really showing increased interest in NMT, and getting us one step closer to our ultimate goal: MORE HATCHETFIELD!

The link to our twitter is here: https://twitter.com/BlinkysParty. We will be using the hashtag #BlinkysRewatchParty.

For more information on participating in the Rewatch Parties on various social medias, go here.

WHO RUNS THE WATCH PARTIES?

That would be me! Hello! My name is Brooke (she/her), and you may know me on here as @man-down-in-hatchet-town. I want these watch parties to be as positive an experience as possible, so please feel free to reach out to me on this page OR man-down with any thoughts, questions, or concerns. Unlike Hidgens, I promise I won't show you my résumé!

Our discord is also largely managed by the amazing @abarryswiftexit! They are super cool and friendly and the real hero of this whole endeavor.

YOUR ART IS SO COOL! WHO MADE IT?

I'm so glad you asked! Our awesome text graphics and unbelievable avatar are all by my wonderful fandom best buddy @its-short-for-jackalope. Seriously, guys, their art is so good and interesting, so be sure to check it all out and give his page a follow!

Thanks, Jack! 💜

AND THE BIG ONE: WHAT HAPPENED IN 2005 TO MAKE THE HATCHETFIELD TIMELINE SPLIT?

I actually don't know this one (though I have lots of thoughts and ideas, help)! But I do know that rewatching Nightmare Time will help us get the chance to find out. So let's get our Bliklotep on and do this thing!

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~5.1k

Summary: Little Nat goes to a birthday party

A/N: More inspired by ideas from @rianncreates

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, creeps, and cuteness

This was your nightmare. Honestly the idea of having near 2 dozen kids running around makes you more anxious than you ever would have imagined. Between keeping them from leaving your sight, and making sure no one fell off the jungle gym you didn’t get a moment to relax as you supervised your daughter’s friend’s birthday party.

This is one of the first events you’ve gone to like this and you are realizing quickly that you definitely don't give Wanda enough credit. She loved these types of things, and watching her now was truly an experience. She was somehow the social butterfly between the two of you. She wandered from table to table and talked to parents, kids, and their friends with a smile on her face and an energy that you couldn’t even attempt to muster at this point.

You’re out of your element and it feels painfully obvious as you sit off by yourself. Well, you have your dogs with you. You’d brought them because you had no idea how long this would last, and you hadn’t wanted to worry about them. They loved to get out anyway and after exploring the playground and getting their fill of scratches from the kids, they’d come to sit beside you. You’re considering getting up and making the rounds with Wanda when someone sits beside you with a loud sigh.

“Hanging in there?”

You turn to see Pietro shooting you a knowing look that you just laugh at. He doesn't like these things either, but he can wander off without getting judged. If you did that you'd be a neglectful mother, so you're sitting nearby-ish as you take a breather.

“This is exhausting. I don't know how Wanda does it.”

Pietro glances toward his sister who's smiling as she talks to one of the dads that has at least three kids of his own here. He’s not sure how his sister went from mobster to stay at home mom so seamlessly but it was never something he imagined for her. He was glad that she seemed happy, and he honestly could use some of her energy. He reaches down to scratch Boone’s head with a smile. The dogs have been very good during this whole thing. He’d been afraid that they’d be overwhelmed by the near thirty children here, but they were actually pretty chill. They mostly looked around and kept an eye on Natalya, but she was having fun with her friends and was being watched by more than enough people.

“She’s an impressive one, my sister.”

You smile at the thought and you hum in agreement as your gaze falls to your wife again. She really is spectacular and as you watch her laugh at something the birthday kid’s dad says you feel yourself sigh wistfully.

“She’s amazing, for sure.”

Pietro turns to you with a pinched expression when he realizes you’re practically drooling over his sister. He rolls his eyes before slapping you on the back to startle you out of your daydreaming. You flinch and turn to glare at him as he pretends to be annoyed.

“Hey, that’s my sister you’re drooling over.”

You roll your eyes before slapping your brother-in-law’s hand away. You shake your head before meeting your wife’s gaze briefly before she returns her attention to the host. You briefly wonder how much they spent on this party for their son who’s 4 and won’t remember it. They even hired caterers that are still milling about to make sure that there’s enough food to go around. At this point it’s mostly the parents eating as the kids run around and play on the playground or in the large field that hosts various games.

You hope that Natalya won’t want a party like this. Despite having the money to throw one, logistically it sounds like a nightmare, and you aren’t sure how many more of these you can sit through.

“I’m not drooling. She does look beautiful in that dress though; don’t you think Piet?”

You’re teasing him now because despite agreeing that his sister is pretty, he finds it a little awkward to talk with you about her looks. You know this and you’re just giving him a hard time because it’s what you two do. You take his lack of response as answer enough and you sigh before checking on your daughter again. She’s strayed away from her friend group to play with one of the other dogs roaming around here. You turn back to Pietro to see that he’s spaced out, and you sigh before getting to your feet.

“I’m going to make the rounds. Want to come?”

Pietro unsurprisingly shakes his head and you just leave him to sit and mull as you wave your dogs along. You’re not going to walk around alone, and you’re grateful that they both stand and follow after you obediently.

“Good boys.”

“Thank you.”

You roll your eyes and don’t even bother to respond to Pietro as you decide to get your wife something to eat. She’s been milling around for so long, and you’re not sure if she even ate, so you take a detour to the ridiculously large buffet with a smile. You make her a plate and grab her something to drink before you glance around for your daughter again. She’s wandering farther away and you frown and decide you don’t like this. You turn to Boone before pointing toward Natalya and waving your dog off.

“Go get her, Boone.”

You should do it yourself, but you’re lazy and you’ll check on her as soon as you stop by Wanda to make sure she’s not going to pass out. It’s way too hot for an outdoor party, in your opinion at least, but you’ll worry about that later. You walk up behind your wife and smile as you hear her laughing as she continues to chat. You check behind you and frown when you realize your other dog abandoned you, but since he’s going after his brother, you’re going to let it go.

“Hey there, Wands.”

Wanda’s exhausted. She underestimated how tiring such a large birthday party would be. She’s playing the part of a host despite not being one, but she’d wanted to get to know the parents of her daughter’s classmates in a setting that wasn’t run by the school. She’d learned a lot, but mostly she’s exhausted herself after nearly an hour of chitchatting. She’s beyond grateful to hear your voice behind her, and as soon as she realizes you’ve brought her food, she could just kiss you.

“Hi detka. Come sit.”

You set the plate and cup in front of your wife, and you’re about to sit down but you remember that you were going to check on Natalya. She would do anything to pet a dog and you have to make sure she doesn’t go too far. She was still in sight when you sent Boone after her, but you had to go make sure she didn’t stray any further. You kiss your wife’s cheek before you point over your shoulder and explain why you’re not taking her up on her very appealing offer.

“I will in a minute, I have to go wrangle Little Nat first. She’s over there.”

Wanda turns to where you’re pointing, but she doesn’t see her daughter anywhere. She’s frowning by the time she looks back to you and your smile turns down too when Wanda shakes her head.

“Where is she? I don’t see her.”

Natalya was getting tired of playing and she could use a second serving of cake. She had planned on doing this immediately after leaving her friends, but she spotted a new dog that she hadn’t pet yet and she couldn’t resist the urge to follow it. It was a small scruffy dog with a purple collar, and she followed him closely as he headed away from the party and toward the parking lot.

“Come here, doggy.”

Natalya reaches out and is just short of the dog so she starts to walk faster. She doesn’t even realize she’s getting too far away from everyone else until she follows the dog behind some trees. She stops short and turns around only to realize she can’t see her parents or uncle anymore. Her moms had told her before coming here that she needed to stay in sight at all times. She could only talk to the other kids at the party and their parents, but no one else at the park. She’s reminded of this last rule as she sees a man dressed in black and white waiting for his dog with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He holds out his arms and Natalya just stands where she is as she debates heading back.

“Hello there. Do you want to say hi?”

Natalya is conflicted. She’s not supposed to talk to strangers, but her moms never said anything about petting their dogs. She nods meekly before she steps forward so she’s in the shade and closer to the cute dog who’s panting from his run over here.

“Yes please.”

The man smiles before he drops the still smoking cigarette and stomps it out before pointing at his dog. He watches the brunette take a couple of tentative steps forward.

“Go ahead, he’s very sweet.”

Natalya reaches out a hand to pet the dog’s head, and she smiles as he licks her in return. She’s about to ask what his name is, but his owner catches her off guard as he grabs her around her waist and picks her up. She doesn’t get a chance to protest before he’s covering her mouth and hurrying off toward the parking lot.

You’re speed walking toward where you’d last seen your daughter with Wanda and Pietro on your heels. You are only a little worried when you walk past the field and toward the parking lot without seeing her. You don’t even see your dogs as you mutter under your breath anxiously.

“She was just here, I swear.”

Wanda’s response is cut off as she hears shouting nearby from beyond the trees near the path that leads back to their car. She frowns when she realizes that they’re screaming in pain and only a second later she notices that it’s nearly drowning out the sound of growling. You and Pietro run toward the sounds and as you get closer you recognize your dogs and run faster.

“Hey!”

The sight that greets you is a lot to process, but you don’t hesitate to run forward to stop Pietro from committing murder. Your two dogs have latched onto the legs of a man in a caterer’s uniform who’s holding something under his arm. It takes a second for you to realize it’s a person, and then only a millisecond longer to realize it’s your daughter. You ignore the small barking terrier as you call off your dogs as the man finally drops Natalya. She falls hard on the ground and you rush to grab her just as Pietro tackles her attempted kidnapper.

“You fucker!”

“Pietro!”

Wanda’s shocked to see someone with her daughter in their arms, and it takes her a second to realize that they’d been trying to run off with her. She had feared something like this would happen for only the first few years of Natalya’s life. However, every scenario that she’d imagined hadn’t included a birthday party. She supposes that was shortsighted on her part. She watches for only a second before she’s running forward to check on her daughter that you’re helping off the ground. She’s got dirt on her face, but otherwise she looks unharmed.

“Natalya!”

“Little Nat, are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

You’re frantic as you check over your daughter to make sure she’s not injured. Luckily you only notice a small scrape on her knee from the fall, but otherwise she appears unharmed. You ignore your brother-in-law as he beats up the man who had snuck into the party and lured your daughter away. Your anger makes you want to kick the man while he’s down and already bloodied by the older Maximoff, but you decide to focus on your daughter.

“Pietro, stop!”

Wanda gathers Natalya in her arms while you try to calm down your dogs. They’re still barking and snarling at the brunette that they’d intercepted, and they’re too on edge to listen to you. You see that Wanda has her phone out and she’s hopefully calling the police so you focus on Pietro. He’s understandably pissed, but you can’t let him kill the guy before you find out what he was doing. Rather if he was doing it of his own volition. You hadn’t heard anything about your wife’s work for years. Since she’s been retired, you’d never had problems, and you hope as horrible as it sounds, that this is just a run of the mill creep instead of a mobster creep.

“Who the hell are you?! What did you want with my niece?”

Pietro’s breathing heavily as he stares down at brunette who’s barely fighting back. He realizes quickly that this person probably isn’t anyone’s hired help. He’s too soft and the thought that he’s working alone is as comforting as it is disgusting. Pietro grabs the collar of his bloodied shirt, and he’s about to slam him on the ground again when he hears new voices.

Apparently, the dogs had attracted the attention of some of the other parents and they’d wanted to make sure that no one was hurt. Wanda noticed them first, but you’re the one who talked to them about the confusing, disturbing scene in front of them. Pietro reluctantly let the brunette up and he just held him tightly as he waited for the sirens to get closer.

Once he was in custody and everyone involved had been questioned, you decided it was time to leave. You look to your daughter who’s sleeping in her uncle’s arms, before turning toward your dogs. They were still a little wired, but they’d calmed down as soon as the cops showed up. You were grateful that you’d sent Boone after Nat and that they’d both protected their sister, but you’re feeling guilty about not going to get your daughter yourself. She would never have gotten that far if you had just gone after her, and you’re kicking yourself for what almost happened.

“Stop it.”

You turn in confusion at the sound of your wife’s voice, but when you see her knowing look you just turn away with a scowl. She’s not mad at you because there’s no way you could have known what was going to happen. Nat was still in sight when you saw her, and you sent Boone after her with the intention of finding her right after. She’s sure she would have done the same thing. She’s just lucky that the dogs had saved Natalya, and that her brother had beaten him up for all of them. She reaches out for your arm as you shake your head.

“I shouldn’t have left her alone. I’m so stupid.”

Wanda grabs your chin to turn you towards her, and you’re met with a stern look that you know isn’t something you should argue with.

“Stop it, Y/n. This isn’t your fault. You were going to check on her, and in the meantime, you made sure she was taken care of.”

Wanda takes a moment to look at the two dogs that might still have blood on their faces. She didn’t worry about that now as she knelt down to pet the duo with a wide smile. They had been loyal companions for years, and Wanda had always hoped that if a day like this came around, they would step up and protect their own. She couldn’t be prouder of them and she kisses both of their furry heads in thanks.

“Such good boys. You’re getting steak tonight.”

You guess that Wanda’s right. You hadn’t predicted that you’d face this threat today, but you’re glad that you were more prepared than you thought. Well, it was less you and more your dogs and your brother-in-law being able to thwart the low life who tried to steal your daughter. With any luck, something like this won’t happen ever again, but you can at least take comfort in the fact that your daughter has her own guard dogs.

“They definitely are.”

When the trio got home after the party everything seemed normal. They had dinner after spending some time on the couch watching one of Natalya’s favorite shows. Nat nearly fell asleep at the table after the tiring and stressful time at the party, so you picked her up to take her upstairs to bed. You’re distracted by tiny hands pulling on your hair as you walk through your daughter’s bedroom door. You frown when she whines quietly before speaking barely loudly enough for you to hear.

“I want to sleep with you and Mama.”

You aren’t really surprised to hear this, but you and Wanda still need to talk and figure out what you’re going to do about what happened this afternoon. The police had their own investigation going of course, but you knew your wife well, and you would be foolish to think that she wasn’t going to look into it herself. You decide to try and compromise and you figure you can stay here with Nat until she falls asleep and then go catch up with your wife.

“How about I stay with you instead?”

Natalya frowns but she nods and lets you get her ready for bed. After she brushes her teeth and changes clothes, you tuck her in and grab a book from her shelf beside the bed. You smile as you ask your daughter if she wants you to read this tonight, and after grabbing Winston and holding him tight, she nods wordlessly.

Wanda’s still downstairs trying to talk her brother down when you finish reading to Natalya. You leave her once you realize she’s fast asleep, and you head back downstairs to find your wife growing frustrated as she finishes her drink. She’d had a glass of wine at dinner, so this must be her second but you don’t pay much attention to that right now.

“I know Pietro, and I appreciate it, but we’ll figure something else out. I’m not going to blow our cover on this. He was probably just a lone creep.”

You had come to the same conclusion, but you just sigh in defeat as you go straight for the fridge for another drink too. You choose to grab a beer and are almost half done with it by the time Wanda hangs up with her brother. She takes a deep breath before turning toward you with a small smile. She’s tired and stressed, but she’s sure you are too so she takes a minute to check in with you.

“Natalya’s asleep?”

You nod in confirmation before setting down your beer as Wanda reaches out for you with a tired look. You hold her close before glancing over her shoulder at your two dogs that are resting in their giant dog bed in the corner. All of the kids seem to be down for the night, so you decide that you’ll go to sleep soon too. This had been a stressful experience and you could feel yourself crashing at the very thought of your pillow.

“She is. How’s Pietro?”

Wanda shrugs before muttering something into your hair about how he’s being an overprotective uncle, but he should calm down soon. You listen to Wanda’s plan before you lead her toward the stairs once you both finish your drinks and set them in the sink. Wanda squeezes your hand as she shuts the door behind her and keeps you from collapsing immediately.

“How are you feeling, detka?”

You sigh before you shake your head and admit that you’re still a little upset. This is understandable and Wanda’s certainly not happy either. She’s terrified and still shocked that you both could have lost your daughter today. If you’d been even 30 seconds later, or you hadn’t sent Boone after Natalya, she could have been taken. Wanda shivers at the thought but she focuses back on you when you finally respond as you lead her to the bed. You feel like you’re going to collapse if you don’t sit down right now.

“Still reeling. I can’t believe this happened.”

Wanda nods in agreement as she leans against you as soon as you’re both sitting on the edge of the bed. She wraps an arm around your waist before she hums in contemplation. She had thought that something like this would happen a lot earlier in Natalya’s life, but she wasn’t going to mention that now. Instead, she focuses on you and the fact that your daughter is sleeping safely in her bedroom.

“Me neither, but we’ll figure out what happened, and the important thing is that she’s safe.”

You can’t argue with this or the fact that you’re relieved to have your daughter safe and sound back at home. You offer your wife a small smile before kissing her cheek and taking a deep breath.

“You’re right, Wands. As usual.”

Her response is an amused smile and you just follow her wordlessly as she leads you to the bathroom.

You’re asleep almost before your head hits the pillow, but you unfortunately don’t stay asleep. You manage a few hours before something wakes you up with a start. You frown in confusion and wait to see if whatever woke you up happens again, but no luck. It’s quiet and you turn to your left to see that Wanda’s sleeping soundly. You sigh before you close your eyes and try to go back to sleep. You don’t know what woke you, but now that you’re up, you’re tense and finding it hard to fall back asleep.

Your mind wanders to the events of yesterday’s party, and you know despite how everything worked out that you won’t be letting your daughter out of your sight for a while. Whenever she leaves the house, she’ll either have you or Wanda within arm’s reach. This thought makes you want to check on Natalya, and you sneak out of bed only a couple of minutes later to see your daughter is still sleeping peacefully.

You quietly walk down the hall before pushing the door to Natalya’s room open slowly. You see Winston is on the ground and you’re about to grab him and put him back in bed with your daughter when you realize she isn’t there. The sheets are in disarray and her pillow’s almost on the floor, but Natalya’s not anywhere in sight. You try not to panic, but you’re already looking around the room before you get on your knees to look under the bed.

“Natalya? Little Nat, where are you?”

Once you start tearing through the closet you truly start to panic. You stand up and nearly trip over the various shoes and clothes you’ve thrown around on your way to the door. You stop in the doorway when you run into a confused and slightly miffed Wanda. She’d just woken up to sounds coming from her daughter’s room, and how on edge she was she didn’t hesitate to get up and investigate. When she realized you weren’t in bed, she quickly ran down the hall only for you to almost barrel her over.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? What’s-?”

You shake your head as you grab your wife’s shoulders to steady both of you. You’re starting to walk past her as you speak up in a jumble of words that you hope make sense. You plan on looking around in the other bedrooms before running back to your room to call the police.

“Nat’s not in her bed, Wands.”

Wanda’s eyes widen in surprise before she glances in her daughter’s room to confirm this. She curses under her breath before she runs back to the bedroom to grab her phone. She’s not sure if you even hear her since you’ve run to the next room to check for Natalya.

“I’ll call Piet.”

You see quickly that both of the bedrooms are untouched and after checking the closets, you’re sweating you’re so anxious. You don’t bother to shut the doors as you run back down the hall and look for your wife. She’s still on the phone with her brother and you hear her speaking frantically in her native language. You don’t know what she’s saying, but you hear Pietro’s equally frantic voice as you check to make sure that the security system is still armed. There’s nothing amiss and you start to tremble from the lack of leads and the idea of someone sneaking in here. You force yourself to take a deep breath as you look around frantically, and the sound of Wanda’s increasingly anxious voice fades into the background as you lay eyes on your dogs. They’re still lying in their bed, but they’re awake as they watch you and Wanda panic. You find this odd because usually they’d be all over you and any activity that’s happening. Instead, they’re curled up next to each other in bed with-

“Wanda, she’s here.”

You miss your wife looking over to you and then promptly hanging up after she spots her daughter. She’s sleeping beside her dogs in their oversized bed, and they’re both curled around her protectively with Boone using the brunette’s shoulder as a pillow. You breathe a sigh of relief and almost start crying as you hurry forward to check on your daughter. Rogue’s tail starts to wag and Boone tries to lick you, but you focus on Natalya who’s sleeping soundly despite being covered in dog hair and being squished between the heavy dogs.

“Hey, Little Nat. Wake up.”

You are still trying to calm your breathing when Wanda comes up next to you and kneels by your side. She reaches out for Rogue to scratch him as she waits for Nat to sit up. She grumbles slightly but she sits up and rubs at her eyes with a frown at the sight of her worried parents.

“Is it morning yet, Mama?”

Wanda shakes her head as you hold your arms out for Natalya, and you smile when she starts to crawl toward you.

“No, milaya. Mom went to go check on you, but you weren’t in bed. What are you doing down here?”

Natalya climbs into your lap before wrapping her tiny arms around your waist with a frown. She tries to hide her face in your stomach, but Wanda reaches out for her because this is important. She wants her daughter to look at her.

“I didn’t want to sleep a-alone, and you said no dogs on the bed.”

Both you and Wanda frown at this but seem to realize what Little Nat’s saying. You hate that this happened, and maybe it’s just yesterday’s events that made you freak out, but you’d let the dogs sleep in Nat’s bed if she wanted them to. It was much better than having a heart attack.

Wanda seems to be on the same page, and she smiles softly at her daughter who’s looking at her shyly. She thinks she’s in trouble, but you hold her tightly and kiss the top of her head which makes her look up curiously.

“Okay, next time if you want company come to us first, okay? I was really worried when I didn’t see you in bed.”

Nat’s lower lip juts out in a pout and she shoots you a guilty look before holding you tighter. You watch Wanda run her fingers through your daughter’s tangled hair before shaking her head. She surprises you by what she says next when Nat apologizes.

“Sorry Mommy.”

Wanda’s just grateful that her heart’s started to beat normally again and she didn’t call anyone but her brother. She’ll apologize for waking him up so early tomorrow.

“It’s okay, but from now on the dogs can sleep on your bed. On top of a blanket though. How does that sound?”

Natalya smiles widely and nods in excitement which makes you feel lighter. You let Natalya go and she hugs Wanda quickly before she starts to bounce excitedly in her lap while looking between her redhead mom and her dogs.

“Okay! Can they sleep there now?”

You can’t help but laugh as you see Wanda regret her decision almost immediately, but you nod quickly as you watch Natalya clumsily get to her feet and near tackle her dogs. Wanda sighs but you can tell from her smile that she’s happy as she watches her daughter throw her arms around Rogue’s neck. The shepherd had been watching lazily and he just lets out a surprised huff when Natalya falls on him. You just stand up before reaching out to help your wife to her feet as Natalya tries to coax her dog out of his bed.

“Rogue! Come on let’s go!”

The shepherd considers ignoring her, you can tell, but eventually he sneezes in her face before climbing to his feet. Natalya leads him upstairs after hugging Boone goodnight. You squeeze Wanda’s hand as you lead her upstairs following in your adorable daughter’s footsteps.

“She’s so cute, Wands.”

Wanda sighs in defeat but she can’t argue with you. As she watches Natalya lead Rogue by the collar to her bedroom while talking to him animatedly, she can’t help but be grateful for her daughter’s excitement at something so simple. She’d give a lot to see her daughter smile, and cleaning up a little extra dog fur didn’t seem like a big deal. You two tuck your daughter and Rogue into bed before leaving her to go back to sleep. You release another heavy sigh as you and Wanda arrive back to your bedroom. She wraps an arm around your shoulders before pressing a kiss to the side of your head with a smile.

“She really is, detka, but she’s going to be the death of us.”

You laugh in response but only nod in agreement as you sink back into the bed with a groan. Wanda smiles at you before cuddling up into your side with a yawn. She closes her eyes and hears you switch off the lights before settling beside her with a tired hum. As you both fall back to sleep for the second time that night, you hope that tomorrow will be calmer.

Little Nat Adventures

#silver springs #silver springs au #silver springs drabble #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff #natalya maximoff #little nat adventures

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siriuslygay1981 · 4 months

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Marauders during New years/new years eve

James- chomping down his grapes, told everyone to leave him alone till he was done cuz he had to concentrate. Took shots with padfoot at around 8-9 pm. Has been sipping on some alcohol beverage while socializing. Is the one hosting. Wearing red underwear. Cleaned the whole house, has cash in random places.

Padfoot- Took a shower at 7, got ready, took shots with James, has been taking shots with the girls and sipping on a drink while getting ready. Is ready at 8:30-9. Is forced by James to do the grapes, acts like it's ridiculous, all his wishes are very thought out, takes longer than all of them though.

Remus- smoked a joint with Peter, Evan, barty and Pandora. Took shots with Pete , Mary and lily. Ate when they got there and watched pads get ready. Talked with the girls with pads in his lap. Eats grapes, only says a few wishes with his grapes, mostly just eats them. Hated on the music a bit, took a handful of songs out and added some when lily looked away.

Peter- brought some alcohol, brought funny lil hats. Nibbled on food while socializing. Wore green underwear. Has done the grape thing since he went to a new Year's party at James. Flirts with some girl he meets, one of Mary's friends.

Lily- is wearing a headband thing with happy new year! On it. She is helping padfoot get ready and gossiping with the girls. She helps make some food and takes care of the playlist. She ends up getting Pandora's glasses.

Pandora and reg are on the couch passing the left over joint, reg was forced to wear a party hat by Pandora. Pandora is wearing those silly glasses that says the new year. Pandora is in this silver dress that looks like tinsels. Reg Helped James and Sirius set the party up. Oh uh reg secretly does wish for a bunch of stuff with his grapes but acts like he didn't. Pandora just wishes for all her friends to be happy.

Mary- gossiping with lily, pads and marlene. Helped make jello shots. Helps fix makeup on anyone who needs it. Brought her boyfriend to kiss at 12. Has added a few songs to the playlist when lily got distracted. Doesn't like grapes!??

Marlene- brought jello shots with Mary. Chilling with Sirius, mostly quiet but compliments everyone's outfit. Eats the grapes, forgets to make wishes until the last two. She dances with Sirius most the night. Comes out to the living room and chills on the couch with everyone. Definitely argued about the music with lily and Remus.

Dorcas- brought some dessert from the store. Takes a few shots for the fun but mostly stays sober. Hangs with reg and Pandora for a bit before hanging out with marlene outside. The first time she does the grape thing, isn't sure what to wish for exactly. Also questions if the wishes happen in order. Overthinks it a bit.

Evan and barty don't leave each other's side. Literally go to the bathroom together. Probably took something BFR the party. Drink a bit and eat a bit while dancing and socializing. Brought some substances if anyone wanted any. Chomped on the grapes under the table together. Barty ate any fallen grapes while Evan wrinkled his nose in disgust.

The prewett twins brought alcohol and invited a lot of people. (After midnight!)

These are all the characters I could think of at the moment, if u have another character lemme know who and I'll do them as well!! :)

Also quick explanation! Wearing certain colored underwear is this new Year's Eve/new year thing. Ex; if you wear red underwear you are trying to bring love into your life. And the grape thing, you get twelve grapes, twelve wishes. You eat them as soon as it turns twelve and try to finish it BFR 12:01. Oh and cleaning the house and stashing money everywhere is supposed to bring you wealth and good things or whatever.

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showtoonzfan · 7 months

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What's the point of making Ozzie a demon at this point when he isn't evil, manipulative and dangerous like demons supposed to be? Vivziepop sucks at making demon characters actually demonic, first they don't look remotely like demons and now they don't act like ones? Hazbin Hotel is doomed from the beginning.oof might as well make Hazbin some preschool show at this point.Yeah I have a whole rant on the leaked scripts on HH Lucifer but I'm too tired to say anything about that other than he's Stolas 2.0.Sorry if I sound rude this is really bugging me.

No yeah agreed, the Lucifer thing still bothers me till this day but I’ve already said multiple times on why I dislike his character interpretation. Meanwhile with Ozzie, I’m noticing a lot of fans assume we want him to be…an SA person when…NO….that’s not at all what we mean, at least me. The issue is like you said, this world is lacking in sin itself. It’s just weird how sinners like Beezlebub, Ozzie, Leviathan, and Lucifer are all characterized to be decent or nice when they’re supposed to be the rulers of Hell. Again I’m all for different interpretations but it always feels like Viv is forgetting that she’s writing characters that are in HELL.

It’s also weird that the sins we’ve met aren’t even punishers, if anything they’re more helpful and provide. Bee hosts parties for Hellhounds and let’s them have fun, Ozzie creates sex toys for people across Hell and let’s his succubi go to earth, Mammon from what we’ve seen is a famous rockstar, (though maybe he’ll be an exception?) and Leviathan has been described as a chill surfer dude. It’s just funny when fans think we want her to be biblically accurate when all we want is her to actually do something creative, it feels like she’s not using these characters to her full potential. She has the entire world of hell in her palm and this is what she comes up with regarding the RULERS of it? That most of them are just chill and nice and the rest are assholes but don’t do much? It’s just so boring and doesn’t feel like Hell at all.

#reply #ask #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical

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mossstep · 5 months

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Christmas/Winter Sagau!

As always: I am a minor sagau is self aware genshin au

Sorry for the long wait, school has been kicking my ass especially with finals soon, which sucks (especially since my art and history finals are on my birthday :()

For those that don’t celebrate Christmas: there will be a second post with more winter headcanons.

So, Christmas!

It probably wouldn’t be too snowy in volcanic areas like Natlan or the deserts and rainforests of sumeru. And of course Snezneya is likely snowy year round.

Unless they’re like me (I don’t like Christmas music) they likely have a few Christmas songs downloaded on their phone. Scaramouche would likely hate most Christmas songs, but especially Mariah carey’s “all I want for Christmas is you.” He’d lose his mind if you constantly blast it like most retail stores do.

If it were me I’d like to spend winter in either Monstadt, as I imagine it’d snow quite a bit there but not enough to be snowed in, Sumeru, as, like my area, they likely don’t get any snow and i think the company would be nice. Also Fontaine! They get quite a bit of snow, and I can imagine ice skating being popular there.

What’s Christmas without the gifts? As the creator you’d probably receive a lot as the creator, Anything from a custom windglider from amber, or maybe a bomb from Klee. A history book from Zhongli would be cool, raiden would probably gift you a kimono. Nahida would probably gift you and Scara matching Christmas pjs.

Christmas in inazuma would be fun. Yoimiya would have a firework show Christmas Eve, yae would probably convince Raiden to host a Christmas party. The kamisatos would have a dinner party Christmas Eve.

Monstadt would be more chaotic, a Christmas party hosted by the knights of favonius (which immediately goes awry) but that would be mostly it. But the company would be great! The knights would be happy to give you a place to stay for the night!

Liyue would likely be chill there would be a Christmas party hosted by Ningguang, wherein Xinyan would be playing music, and Zhongli would be telling stories, yaoyao and qiqi probably made everyone handmade gifts. (Qiqi’s are a bit on the simple side but everyone loves them)

Fontaine would be very much in the festive spirit, plays and musicals would be preformed throughout December. There’d be numerous competitions and contests. Furina and neuvillette would personally host a number of Christmas parties, most of which were Furina’s idea. There’d be games, figure skating, and all sorts of gift giving!

Sumeru would probably not be very festive due to the lack of a clear winter, but I think the people of sumeru would give the best gifts!

#genshin sagau #genshin impact #self aware genshin au #genshin #christmas #Christmas Genshin

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Climax and Regress I: The Party

Mason and Elliot lived most of their lives under the sheltered roof of their conservative parents. It wasn't surprising that they would thoroughly enjoy their first taste of independence during their first year in college. But amid this simple freedom, they were drawn to a party game where you jump from body to body, with the goal of cumming at the given time limit. Win, and you move on to the next younger body. Last long and last young, and you gain everyone's cheers. As freshmen eager to embrace their newfound freedom, Elliot and Mason aimed to please the crowd by playing with the game.

"Hurry it up," Mason looked back and motioned for Elliot to speed up. Their first college frat party was a few blocks away, and Mason couldn't contain his excitement. He can't stop hopping in joy as he eagerly waits for Elliot to catch up to him. They have dreamed of being independent from their parents since they were kids. They wanted to have fun without worrying about curfews, restrictions, and whatever strict shit religious parents impose on their kids. And finally! After eighteen years of living under their parent's roof, they were finally independent college students who could do anything they wanted.

"Relax. The party isn't going anywhere, and we're half an hour early before it starts." Elliot adjusted his bean hat and snuggled it close. The October chill was colder this year. He couldn't stop shivering despite the thick bundle of clothes. He rubbed his hands and hurried close to Mason.

"What if they are already there?" Mason said. He realized Elliot wouldn't match his speed, so he slowed to his turtle pace. "If they aren't, we could help my cousin Tommy set up the place. We can learn how he sets up parties. And maybe. Just maybe. We could set up our own parties in the future!"

"Our dorm is too small to host the parties. And I doubt my aunt would let us party in her flat. However, I have to agree that we have to get to the party faster. It's getting colder all of a sudden." Elliot sped his strides to Mason's satisfaction. They reached Tommy's frat house within moments, and the place was already alive with strobing lights and booming beats. It was the sole property on the end of a cul-de-sac, which meant they could be as loud as they wanted. There was no fear of getting visited by the police.

Ten minutes before the assigned time, the yard was already filled with students from various campuses around the city. Tommy is well known for being a social butterfly and for his colorful, eccentric personality. It also helped that he was the sole son of a tech mogul in Silicon Valley. Elliot didn't expect that Mason's family, who lived in the Bible Belt their whole lives, had a relative that raked billions in the tech business. Mason didn't dive that deep into that part of his family, so Elliot didn't pry further.

They entered the place like two wet chicks lost in something they hadn't seen before. They skimmed through the drunks and those lost in the revelry. One guy with messy blonde hair grabbed Elliot by the shoulders and gave him one long, cheap booze-tasting kiss. Elliot's eyes widened in surprise before pushing the offender immediately.

"What the fuck, man?" Elliot said. He looked at the boy. He had good looks to him, not going to lie. If you discount the unkempt hair, the smell of death from drinking gallons of beer so early in the part, and the unfocused stare in those droopy eyes, you could see a blonde boy who won several Prom Prince awards in a row. Elliot felt flattered by the kiss, but the way it was done infuriated him. He gave the boy one sharp look before the boy tumbled back and fell onto the couch, unconscious from alcohol.

"I have to apologize for Daniel," Elliot and Mason felt a hand on their back. They turned to look and saw the host of the party, Tommy. "I told him to tone down on the booze, but he wouldn't listen. He was still confused after playing with the porcelain dick."

"Tommy!" Mason opened his arms and hugged his cousin. "How's it going, bro?"

"Never better. How are you doing? How are your parents?"

"Elliot and I are adjusting well. We've had a lot of firsts, which are fun. First party. First kiss." Mason made one cheeky look at Elliot before darting to Tommy. "We're going to have our first drinks since we were born. Maybe we'll be as blackout drunk as your friend and kiss your other friends. As for my parents, they're still cunts."

Tommy laughed, his head reeled back and tipping off the paper umbrella from his Martini. "That they are! I knew you weren't as stuck up as your parents. Come! Since this is your first party, I'll introduce you to the points of interest."

Tommy led them by the hand and waded through the noise and crowd. They went to the kitchen, where partygoers lined up through the makeshift open bar tended by another student. Since Tommy was the host, he simply walked to the bartender and requested two Screwdrivers for Mason and Elliot. Elliot hesitated to drink, and Mason didn't drink until his friend did. Once Tommy assured them that it was just vodka and orange juice, both took hesitant sips before they got used to the hint of alcohol in the taste. While they drank, they went outside, where half-naked men and ladies swam in the glowing pool and bubbling jacuzzi. The pool was filled, so swimming was out of the question. And they weren't out of their minds to swim under such cold weather.

They went inside again to this long hallway filled with stone statues, rusting armor, and various weird shit Tommy had collected over the years. Mason hadn't seen the collection, but he knew Tommy splurged his father's money on peculiar artifacts he found on the hundreds of vacations he had worldwide. Tommy once brought a book made of human leather during their Christmas Eve dinner. And that was a disaster, considering he was brought in under a radical Catholic household.

After their look-see at Mason's collection, their last destination was the living room. More guests were in this part of the house. They were huddled around a man with closed eyes, sitting alone on a sofa. He was holding something white and long in his hand. Upon a closer look, they realized it was a disembodied porcelain dick. A USB wire is attached to the part where the dick should connect to the groin if it was part of a statue. The wire connects to a TV screen showing the first-person perspective of a Middle Eastern man jerking off in front of his reflection in the mirror.

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" The crowd chanted in unison. The man on the television grunted and moaned as his deft fingers slid smoothly over his cock. While this happened, the unconscious man holding the porcelain dick grunted too. Strangely, the unconscious man grunted together with the man on the television.

"What the fuck is this?" Elliot asked. He stared at the sexy Middle Eastern model in his mid-30s jerk off his sweaty dick. He saw how the man smelled his armpits while he did it.

"Do you guys want the short story? Or the long one?" Elliot and Mason weren't in a hurry, so they chose the long one. "I bought that porcelain dick from a collector in Greece. I think I did. I don't know. There was a lot of shouting and gunshots involved. Disembodied marble dicks are a dime a dozen in Europe, but something enthralled me to procure that thing. I can't put it into words, but it felt like it whispered to me."

"Whispered into you?" Mason couldn't believe what he was hearing. "A porcelain dick whispered in your ear to buy and grope it?"

"That was exactly what it said to me. I bought it, stuffed it into my carry-on baggage, and went home to get it. The next thing I know. I woke up in this fat, old geezer's body with my hand wrapped around his shriveled cock."

"And here I thought a porcelain cock whispering into your brain wasn't weird enough," Elliot said. Mason snickered to Tommy's annoyance. But Tommy continued with his story.

"There was a countdown on the corner of my vision, and I thought death awaited me when it reached zero. So I did the sensible thing and jerked off with the wrinkled dick on my palm. I jerked off like my life depended on it. At the time, I thought it was. It didn't take long for me to stain that man's bed with cum. God! I didn't expect people living in retirement homes could cum that much. I came so hard that I lost consciousness. The next thing I know, I was in another man's body, holding another man's dick, with a shorter countdown in my vision. That's when I realized it was a game."

"A game?" Elliot and Mason asked.

"Yes, a game! The rules are this. Grope that dick thrice and close your eyes. You'll wake up in another man's body with a countdown on your vision. You must cum before the time runs out. If you win, you move on to the next younger body. If you lose," Tommy trailed his words and filled them with suspense. Elliot expected to get stuck in the body, while Mason expected death. "If you lose, then nothing happens. You're kicked out, and you could do it again."

It was a fantastic party story, but it sounded more like a prank to them. That's what they do at parties, right? Prank guests for cheap laughs. It seemed so elaborate, considering many people were in on it. From the crowd chanting "cum," to the unconscious jock cumming his pants while his possessed avatar in Korea tried to cum on a condo balcony. Elliot and Mason laughed together, expecting Tommy to say it was a prank. It turned from hilarious laughter to nervous chuckles when they saw Tommy's unchanging face.

"Wait, it's real?" Mason asked.

"Wait, it's real?" Mason asked. "Don't tell me you're not kidding."

Tommy took one final swig of his Martini before setting the cocktail glass aside. "I know I've embellished most of my stories in the past, but this one is real. Hell. I've made it into a party game, and it's a smash hit. Half the people here don't even know what this party's about. They just want to play with that porcelain dick. Not that I mind. It's entertaining; it's fun knowing most of the chumps who played the game haven't come close to my high score."

Tommy pointed to a whiteboard beside the TV screen. It lists the players' names, and a column labeled 'Age' is beside it. Tommy's name was in first place with a circled number 25 on the side. It was followed by others whose scores were above 30. By the looks of it, you rank higher by scoring a lower age. Elliot was going to ask for clarification, but it seemed Tommy had already noticed what he was about to say.

"I'll explain the rules of this game so you two chumps can understand and join. Do you know how the dick works, right? Grope it thrice, and your mind is sent on a body mid-sex or mid-jerk. Your goal was to cum under the time limit given to you. It's usually your body's age multiplied by three. If you're a 70-year-old geriatric coot, you'd have 210 seconds to jerk off that decrepit rod. If you do manage to whack off old pop's cock, you'll be sent to the next younger body. Sometimes, you regress by five years or twenty if you're lucky. But that also means your time limit is decreased. The goal is to be as young as possible. That number there means the youngest I've possessed was 25 years old. It was a cute virgin lab technician getting sucked off by his gay professor. God. I wished I could bust that nut in that professor's mouth. But there are rules to this, and I'll list each one, so listen. I am not going to tell them again.

One. You could never let go of your dick. Your hand shouldn't stop holding the shaft if you're jerking off. If it's in someone's mouth or asshole, you better keep that motherfucker in place. If you let go, you'll be given three seconds before you lose the game.

Two. We can see everything you do through that TV screen, but you cannot see us. If you're in trouble in the body you found yourself in, you're on your own.

Three. Don't talk about the porcelain dick whenever you're possessing someone. The dick doesn't like that. Kevin talked about it when he took over a prisoner's body. The next thing he knew, his timer went through the roof, and the prisonmates and guards formed a line to fuck him like they were hypnotized.

Four. Have fun, put on a good show, and try to beat the high score. Because it seemed our friend Joshua wasn't going to push below 35."

Mason and Elliot couldn't utter a response after hearing everything Tommy said. But he sounded sure of his words, and the crowd cheering for ejaculation supported Tommy's story. If this was a prank, it was way fucking well-made. The two looked on the screen hooked to the porcelain cock. It seemed that Joshua possessed the body of a man in black overalls stuck in the bank's vault. Elliot could assume what situation he was in. The man he took over was a robber left behind by his companions. Stuck in the vault, the criminal spent the last moments of his life outside prison by jerking off. Three stress and tension don't make good companions for cumming. Joshua was in bad luck when he possessed that body. When the time hit zero, Tommy pulled Joshua out of the seat and told the others it was his turn. Only it wasn't him playing this time. He looked at Elliot and motioned him to grab the porcelain dick.

"You try. Then it's Mason, after." Tommy grabbed Elliot by the wrist and pushed him onto the dark sofa with questionable white stains. "I am getting the gist that you're more depraved than my cousin. You'll be putting on a good show, won't you?"

"I- I don't know. I don't think I'm ready." Tommy grabbed his hand and put it on the porcelain dick. Some warmth remained from the last user.

"Most of these people weren't ready when they did their first time. Don't worry, I'll guide you." Tommy laid his palm over Elliot's hand and made him stroke the smooth porcelain shaft. Elliot couldn't put it into words, but he felt energy surge and terminate in his head with each caress of his finger. "Close your eyes. It is not a guarantee, but it helps if you think of the body you want to possess. And don't forget to breathe."

Elliot closed his eyes for the final stroke. Tommy let go of his hand and allowed him to do the final one before sending his soul to heaven knows where. As his index left the tip, a massive force dragged his fingers back, making a wrap around the shaft. The sudden jerk surprised Elliot, and he tried reeling his hand away. But he could not. The force was too strong, and there was this feeling of being ripped from his body. It felt like his body was stuck in a glue trap, and a mysterious hand peeled him away. When it did, he lost all sensation of his body. There was nothing. It was a dark, silent, odorless, tasteless, and tactless existence. There were no winds nor howling gales, yet he could feel the force dragging him across time and space.

Then Elliot's senses returned all at once. He could feel the air dancing on his skin, a sweat drop trailing from his brow, his chest heaved from the lack of air, and his cock was on fire. He didn't need to open his eyes to confirm. He was somewhere else, in someone's body, stealing the pleasures they were about to feel.

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Chapters:

✅ The Game Mason and Elliot listen to Tommy as he explains the rules. It’s simple. Possess a body. Jerk off under the time limit. Succeed, and you move on to the next younger body.

🔒🔞 Gerald Hughes (USA) 65-year-old With tears in his eyes, a son pleads to his father. “If you want your name in the will, better suck your father’s cock, boy,” Gerald says before his body is possessed by a college student from the opposite seaboard. #Inheritance

🔒🔞 Eli Hall (Britain) 59-year-old Tired after a month away from home, Eli could scarcely contain the excitement of coming home to his lover hungry for his cock. That was until he was possessed, and his long-awaited blowjob was stolen from him #Old Couple

🔒🔞 Rui Liang (China) 48-year-old Elliot finds himself in the body of a Chinese Triad member while in the middle of his revenge against rival triads. It was up to him to fulfill his body’s thirst for vengeance. #Mafia

✅ Francisco “Paco” Perez (Spain) 33-year-old There’s only darkness and pleasure inside the DHC-6 floating in the middle of the Balearic Sea. Elliot finds himself in the arms of a larger man, who knows how to please his body. #Sex on Sea

🔒🔞 Yusuke Watanabe (Japan) 29-year-old Yusuke hasn’t returned to his home in a year, and his younger brother was eager to partake in the pleasures they once had for each other. Elliot finds himself in the middle of this intimate interaction #Brotherly Love

🔒🔞 Charles Foster (USA) 24-year-old Aboard the USS Vanguard, sleep continues to elude Charles. That’s when his squadmate suggested he jack off to tire out his body. Too bad for him, he is unfortunate to be possessed by someone more eager to jack off his cock at the expense of his reputation among his squadmates. #Military

🔒🔞 Party’s End Elliot becomes closer to Mason in way he could never imagine.

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truegoist · 1 year

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What do you think about spending halloween night with blue lock characters?

Halloween is a big deal here so I may have went a bit overboard but idc. Happy Halloween !! (excuse me if this is wonky I just woke up)

WARNINGS : gn reader(no prns mentioned) , could be interpreted as romantic or platonic , general halloween themes

when halloween comes there’s three types of people you can find around ;;

THE CLASSICS ;; they’re the embodiment of halloween spirit and do all the traditions but most importantly, they’re never “too big” for trick or treat , after all what’s better than walking hand to hand with you, pockets full of candy?

BACHIRA ; he was so excited for for this !! You two wore matching costumes and practically went to every house in 10 km radius . When you went to home you were exhausted so just ended up having a sleepover in his place ! just don’t let him have a sugar rush the next day

KUNIGAMI ; kids LOVE him so he ended up babysitting a bunch of them going trick or treat(so there’s no bombs in their lollipops) and he was so glad that you agreed to come along too. At the end he’s carrying sleeping kids to their homes and even if how much you may protest, he is carrying you back home too

SHIDOU ; he drags you EVERYWHERE it doesn’t matters if the house’s lights are off and you start to suspect he’s here more for the trick part than treat. Even so he makes sure you’re entertained and have a bunch of candy, he also tries to scare you using the decorations

OTHERS ;; aryuu , NANASE , hiori , ness

THE PARTY ANIMAL ;; every holiday is a chance for a part for them and halloween is no exception to that , enter the probably over decorated house and if you’re lucky you’ll have some good food and a dj with a good music taste , even if not they will make sure you will stay entertained for the whole night

REO ; it’s the most fancy party you’ve ever seen , there’s even zombie waiters around, carrying halloween themed snacks and to admit, it’s kinda too much . But you know how much Reo worked on this and who are you to ruin his fun? Just grab his hands and dance all night !!

SAE ; it’s hosted by a sponsor he said, im only here because I have to and you’ve never seen someone try as hard as him to hide that he’s having fun . Like chill boy nobody will figure out you have a heart deep inside. He has the classic itoshi resting bitch face but you can see the shine in his eyes as you two chatted

YUKIMIYA ; unlike the guy above, he genuinely doesn’t wants to be here; some lameass “party” full of boasting business man and agencies trying to make contracts with him, only thing that’s making this tolerable is you next to him, talking shit about everyone around behind their backs. After a hour you two can’t stand it and went to hide in the balcony instead

OTHERS ;; aiku , OTOYA , karasu , kaiser

THE SHUT-IN ;; these guys…they would rather be in house than outside in halloween, it’s either that they hate it or just don’t have any spirits. Well you can still have fun I guess (IM SORRY I just love halloween and hate just ins okay)

NAGI ; halloween? Isn’t that the holiday where you go around to get candy? You can’t believe him. This guy says he forgot today was halloween, and all the costume ideas you sent him were just your weird fashion sense…or so he says but you can see the little cape and paper fangs he put on Choki and the games he picked for the two of you suspiciously revolve around monster and horror themes…maybe he has spiritus after all

RIN ; for halloween he invited you over to his house for a horror movie marathon. even if you might’ve said you don’t like horror movies his judgmental look(and words) made you come. And you’ve never seen someone watch a horror with a face as straight as his, the only emotion he shows is the small smile he has when he turns around to see you all snuggled up against him.

BAROU ; he…dislikes halloween to put simply. so when he invited you over he was just thinking about hogging you all to himself what he didn’t expect was for you to come over with a bunch of costumes and candy. So now he is sitting there, letting you add to his new halloween look. No he doesn’t enjoys this. He is just being forced to this…by invisible forces and the smile you have

OTHERS ;; chigiri , kurona , GAGAMARU , NIKO

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hebimoonlightwrites · 2 months

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hihi!! This summer event is really cool! Hopefully you don’t mind me sending in a couple requests with the same character~ Could I get ichiro (hypmic) for 🤭 nsfw with fem reader?

Writer's corner: Hey, sweetheart! Of course I don't mind! Let me know if there's something you want me to fix or change! Thank you for requesting!♥ Enjoy~ I tried using a bolder way of writing! Please let me know if you want me to re-write it in a more comfortable way♥ It's just a try.

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (FEM!reader)

Words: 1098

Warnings: NSFW! (MINORS, PLEASE, DO NOT INTERACT!!)

☀️𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨☀️𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🤭: 7 minutes in heaven (NSFW)

You knew it would have happened. Who didn't think it would have? After all, most of your friends used to make you notice how strangely excited Ichiro's glance was when his beautiful and piercing eyes met yours. Many of your friends used to tell you that they felt a strange sexual tension whenever he was sitting near you or was listening to you speaking. Who wouldn't notice how his eyes move from yours to your soft and attractive lips, as if he wants to eat those lips of yours.

Now there you were, sitting on the couch of one of your common friend who was hosting a pizza party. Ichiro's leg was next to your thigh as you both were chilling talking with your friends, occasionally sipping some fresh cola and laughing. It was a fun time with friends. However all of them could feel there was something in the air. You could also notice how your bestie was giggling and whispering to the others, as if they were planning only-God-knows-what. And then after some time you all were there playing that stupid game. "Seven Minutes in Heaven". You would have preferred to be somewhere else. You didn't like the idea to be closed in a wardrobe with someone- however you couldn't deny that you didn't mind the thought of being with Ichiro in there; your bodies pressing together, his breath near your skin and his whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine... that would have been Heaven for you!

"Y/n! It's your turn!", your bestie's grin brought you back to reality. You stood up and approached the hat where there were all your male friends' things gathered. You put your hand in it and got the first thing your hand had touched. It was a ring with the letter "I" shaped. That's how you could hear your friends cheering: you would have stayed for 7 minutes in that wardrobe with Ichiro. You didn't know if feeling relieved or nervous. After all he was your secret crush- your mind had spent nights dreaming about being caressed by his hands, undressed by the same hands and reassured by his sweet whispers. But looking at Ichiro's eyes you couldn't see anything but kindness and sweetness. He probably had already felt your nervousness as he gently took your hand, guiding you to the wardrobe while shushing your friends' teasing comments. The last thing you saw before getting in the wardrobe with him was your bestie grinning and winking at you. As you imagined: it was a huge plan.

Once inside the wardrobe, Ichiro tried his best to let you the most of the space, pressing his tall and strong body against one of the sides. He chuckled slightly, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling with genuine care even in the darkness of the wardrobe. "I am sorry if it feels uncomfortable..", he whispered softly. You smiled slightly in response, your back touching the opposite side of the wardrobe, as you were sitting. He could have leaned down, his body on top of yours- however it was evident that he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable... oh well... not yet! He kept staring at you. You didn't know what he was thinking... what he was feeling. But everything appeared clearer to you as he chuckled slightly and leaned down, his lips agaist your earlobe as he whispered: "...but, I don't deny that I kind of feel excited when I see your cute face this flustered..."

You gasped softly at his words- a mix of excitement and embarrassment portrayed on your face when his hand touched your cheek, kind of guiding your eyes to meet his. It was the first time you could sense something different by looking at his eyes: this time there was lust in them, even a small amount of admiration and love. His hand moved from your cheek to your nape when his lips touched the side of your neck, gently kissing and nibbling. You could feel his warm breath against your neck, an involuntary gasp and sigh escaping your throat. His hands were about to play magic on your skin as one of them sneaked under your hoodie, reaching your stomach, his whispers becoming lower: "You feel even better than I imagined...", his teeth playfully nibbling on your earlobe. Without even complaining, your arms wrapped around Ichiro's neck, pulling him closer- his lips looking indecisive as they kissed your neck first, then your jaw and then up your mouth. His tongue poking at them as for looking for entrance. As you felt more relaxed and you started kissing him back- your tongues caressing each other- you could feel a sense of joy. But it wasn't a normal joy! It wasn't the same joy a kid would feel after getting an ice-cream, nor the same joy someone would feel after getting the job they dream of; no, it was a different joy, that type of joy only you and Ichiro could understand.

As you both kept making out, you grew bolder, wrapping your legs around his waist as to pull him even closer. The reality was that you couldn't get enough of him; and probably he couldn't either. A soft moan escaped your throat when you could feel his hand going up your stomach underneath your hoodie, getting to your bra, gently massaging it. You could feel him growing bolder too. His whispers becoming even more teasing, his voice displaying his arousal as his fingers traced your bra before pinching your nipples, moving them gently in circles. He was enjoying your reactions, your blush, your gasps... He was loving it a lot. "You are so freaking beautiful... I-... I want you, Y/n... right now.. right here...", he whispered unzipping his pants. You gasped softly, his arousal clear and in front of your eyes. "Don't worry... I-.. I'll be gentle..".

He leaned down, his hands trailing slow circles down to your jeans, softly taking them off enough to see your panties. You couldn't help but blush- your mind feeling both excited but nervous. It was something you had dreamed about a lot... and now it was about to happen! He slid his hand underneath your panties, making you gasp a soft and slightly insecure "I-Ichiro-!...", his lips against your neck as he was "preparing" you: "Damn... I didn't know I could have such an effect on you... You are already wet...", he chuckled teasingly and on purpose to make you blush. He couldn't help it: he loved to make you stutter and blush that much. He kept working with his fingers, nibbling on your neck as suddenly the wardrobe's doors got open. You both gasped. Your blush heavy and covering your whole face as Kuko and your bestie were standing there laughing. Ichiro immediately covered your chest and lower body part, in such a protective manner. His arms still wrapped around you. "Time's over! Get out of there, you lovebirds~!", Kuko laughed.

As you and Ichiro did so, you could see him looking at you and slightly smirking. He whispered against your ear one last thing before moving back on the couch:

"What if we finish it tonight, babygirl...?"

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mazeinthemiroh · 6 months

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for skz or think decorating for Halloween would be the highlight of there year tbh. Like carving the pumpkins, putting up spider webs and buying masses amounts of candy would make them feel so giddy. Especially watching u hand out candy to the little kids dressed as ballerinas or pirates 🥹

stray kids on halloween

genre: headcanons; fluff, crack, general

warnings: cursing probably, not proofread

a/n: sorry, this should've come out in halloween night but DIDN'T. because tumblr decided not to post it when i queued it. anywaysss sincerest apologies. hope you can still enjoy this guys 😭

bangchan

wants a pretty chill halloween tbh

see cosy autumn traditions hcs to get some idea

he is open-minded when it comes to this holiday. he's fine jsut sitting back, staying at home and doing a movie marathon

but if you are a major halloween fanatic he can't help but indulge your obsession

because he freaking loves you, duh

once he finds out you're obsessed he wants to do everything. decorations, pumpkins, fancy-dress, the whole sha-bang

just to see that smile in your face <3333

minho

his fave holiday

other holidays, he really can't be bothered. but when halloween turns it's head around the corner, he's suddenly very alert

wants to dress up as a cat

would defo rock a chat noir outfit just saying

wants to look sexy for you 😘

let's you do his make-up

will not say know to couples costumes either, although he might protest at first

highkey wants to dress up his cats for halloween :(

changbin

defo loves halloween parties

would even ask you if you wanted to host one with him because he's down for that, and he's a good host!!

buys

buys LOTS of candy and makes sure everyone has their share

feeds you lots :] all the time!

very good with the kids who knock on the door for trick or treating

he just loves seeing them and compliments them in their outfits etc

overall, such a good vibe

hyunjin

locks the doors, closes the curtains, wraps himself in a blanket

he gets scared around this time of year ngl

people walking around at night banging on people's doors for sweets and shit MIND YOUR BUSINESS

likes the whole aesthetic of halloween and the creativity in some people's outfits but that's about it-

would much prefer stay indoors with you

but will do something artsy :)

likes carving pumpkins, it's quite satisfying for him, and he spends time putting intricate patterns in them

jisung

he's a scared-cat

but thinks halloween is fun so he's kind of a mixed bag

if you make him watch horror movies he's clinging to you the whole time

the type to jumo with his whole body and throw popcorn everywhere in the process

refers to stay in than go out on halloween

but if you both end up at a party, he wants to be the hottest person there and he's not settling for any less

not that he has any competition

felix

he thrives in the season

it's baking season for him!!

he spends the majority of his time in that kitchen

wants to make his own candies for the kids :D

candy apples!!!

cookies with spooky decorations on them!!!

i think his fave cookie design is a spiders web and he managed to perfect it over time so it looks really good

can't way to share his treats with the world and give everyone cavities 🥰

seungmin

unbothered

wants to eat all the candy for himself

would rather just go trick or treating with you instead of give candy to some random kids

because... more candy

so your adult-asses rock up to people's houses asking for sweets with your half-hearted costumes

i fully see seungmin wearing a white sheet and calling himself a ghost

you guys laugh most of the night - so it's more fun than he thought it would be

jeongin

halloween is like a 2nd april fools with him

he think he can get away with trickster shit just because it's 'the day'

the calender has allowed him to be this way and he's living for it

can and will prank them members and yourself

but let's you join in on all the fun

once the novelty wears off though, he gets kind of bored

if halloween is not about doing evil shit in a cape then what is it?

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toomanybandstocare · 4 months

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{Candy Cane Cupid}

Program: Holidays come around every year with mixed emotion. Excitement buzzes as clones celebrate their first Life Day with their partners after the war. Disappointment is pushed to the back of your mind as you keep yourself busy at work while your riduur is away. Mischief is in the air when Cupid finally reveals his holiday surprise for you.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Bartender, GN! Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Length: 2017w

Warnings: Mention of candy cane, alcohol + club scene, bittersweet emotions around the holidays, barely edited bc my brain is v smooth from work, probs slight out of character Wolffe (see counselor note below), barely edited as usual oops

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For the lovely @sinfulsalutations - Happy fic exhange and holiday season! I hope you enjoy. ^_^ I tried to make it a lil Hallmark moment. Part of the Life Day Exchange for @cloneficgiftexchange hosted by Ghost.

Prompt: 79s For @clonexreaderbingo event hosted by Ghost.

Counselor Note: I apologize if it's not that festive or good. Been in a funk as of recently, but I had fun writing this and trying to explore Wolffe as a character more. I know he's more stoic and serious in canon, but I wanted to explore how he would balance happiness, relaxation, and the familiarity of pulling rank during post war.

It seems like all of Coruscant has decided to spend the evening out amongst the city levels for holiday celebrations. Still only a year since the Clone Wars were won, everyone carries a warm happiness and joyfulness as they weave through club lines with their friends. Former troopers gather in boisterous groups outside of clubs, eagerly waiting for their first Life Day celebration. The usual clubbers are surrounded by new faces who easily share their nervousness and excitement for what the night may bring.

79s, normally vibrant with yellow and orange neon lights, now welcome tonight’s guests with more festive colored lighting and music. Even the tired club staff seem to be able to find one last bit of energy to push through the night with the holiday cheer.

The tips of your fingers sting from gripping the chilled shaker as your gaze flits across the crowd of dancers and party goers. The small semblance of hope that you kept tucked away deep in your heart slowly sizzles when you can’t find a gray battalion ribbon in the crowd of troopers. Red ribbons pack tightly into a booth as they play a game of Sabbac and try to teach their partners. Blue ribbons spread across the dance floor as they find dates for the evening. Orange ribbons stick close to the end of the bar as they share a flight of beer and stories. Not a single gray ribbon in the crowd to be found tonight. Your chest constricts, squeezing all the air out of your lungs in disappointment. The last flicker of hope fizzles and stings your heart. Hitting the shaker against the bartop harder than intended, you pour a bright blue cocktail into its glass and slide it over to a giggling patron. You watch with yearning as she’s pulled into the side of her partner, who sports a green ribbon, before they maneuver through the growing mass of people to join their friends.

“Still no sign of Wolffe?” Kiva carefully asks. Walking past you from the side entrance of the bar with a crate of seasonal beer, he squats down to the small fridge at the base of the bar shelves. He looks up at you with a concerned expression as he slides the fridge door open.

“He said he wasn’t even sure if he was going to be in the system even after Life Day,” you casually explain. Darting your tongue over your bottom lip, you shrug and turn to grab a new drink slip. Unable to meet Kiva’s all too familiar sympathetic gaze, you grab the mixers and spirits for the next order. Your heart races out of rhythm to the upbeat songs pulsing through the club. As the liquids spill into your new shaker, your stomach knots and twists leaving agony to swim through your body.

“I don’t even know why I’m bothering to look for him. The last we spoke, he and Plo Koon were just summoned to attend the peace accords on Soreno,” you breathlessly ramble. Once the final words tumbles past your lip, your throat tightens and you slam the top of the shaker shut before Kiva can reassure you.

Guilt stings the back of your neck as you shake the drink above your shoulder. The day that Wolffe shared that he was reinstated as a Marshall Commander, you immediately called for celebration. All his closest brothers and your friend group filled into a bar just down the street from your shared home. It wasn’t until the two of you fell into bed and silence separated you from Wolffe’s bliss that you realized the two of you wouldn’t have a different life after the war. Wolffe would still be systems away from you a majority of the time. The realization sank in further when he couldn’t wish you a happy birthday in person with the rest of your loved ones. A solemn understanding was made when he missed your two year anniversary to help with an aid mission. The mundane moments and memories you had hoped to create with Wolffe were nothing like the ones that your friends share of their partners' first year away from the GAR.

Not even realizing that you had slowed your actions, a gentle hand takes the shaker from yours and pours it into the glass in front of you. With a sigh, you face Kiva’s kind, understanding expression after he slides the drink over to a trooper with a yellow ribbon.

“Give him a call. Maybe you’d be surprised by the answer?” he softly encourages. Hope and mischief dance across his face while he grabs your hand to pull you away from the order line.

“Why would I do that when I already know the answer?” you tiredly push back. Fatigue and numbness wrap around your bones, and you can only stumble after Kiva out of the bar. “It’s not even my break yet for the second half. Not to sound too pessimistic, but I’d rather just work the doubles if I can’t spend the holidays with my partner”.

“Well,” Kiva exclaims, “Call me your candy cane cupid, because I have a surprise for you.” He winks and pulls you through the group of women with glittering dresses and warm sweaters.

Your heart hammers against your eardrums at Kiva’s words. “What do you mean?” you hastily ask. Kiva’s laughter mixes with the music while the two of you weave through the clusters of clones towards the CO table, a now long standing tradition at 79s even after the war. When you break through the last wall of party goers, the entire club blurs around you.

Kiva steps to your side, and the booth is empty with all but one person sitting behind the table with two glasses of Corellian whiskey. Ambient lighting dances across Wolffe’s tired expression, and you can just make out the small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. One that only makes a fleeting appearance when you’re nearby or mentioned in conversation.

“Happy Life Day,” Kiva expresses with a beaming smile, “Now go celebrate and enjoy the holiday festivities”.Before you can even thank him, Kiva shoots you a wink and disappears into the crowd once more.

You watch in disbelief as that rare smile grows across Wolffe’s face while he moves out of the booth.Without a second thought, you stumble through the last few troopers wearing gray ribbons to throw yourself into Wolffe’s arms. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be home until after the holiday,” you choke out into his chest. Warm amber and musk mix to create Wolffe’s signature cologne, and you press yourself further into his embrace. His calloused hands roam across your back leaving sparks in their wake even when separated by your clothing.

“Your friend cupid has his ways,” Wolffe chuckles. His heart hammers as he reacquaints himself with your touch. How it feels to have his riduur in his arms once more. How the sound of your voice eases every worry from his mind. How being with you feels like home. Sliding his hands to your waist, he carefully pulls you from his body to fully be able to see you. Wolffe admires the small changes in your appearance as hues of blue, gold, and purple dance across your face. For just a moment, everything feels at peace. The anxiety of moving to another system in a few cycles disappears. None of the teasing remarks from his younger brothers get under his skin. Only you matter, and all the tension from his body dissipates. “Sorry, I got distracted. How are your eyes so pretty?” he murmurs almost to himself.

“Didn’t know you could be such a sap,” you sniffle with a light laugh. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

Wolffe’s smile softens with remorse. “I know I haven’t been around as much as either of us had hoped. And I know I’ve let you down when I’ve missed important milestones for us this year. I wanted to make sure we could spend our first Life Day together,” he explains.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’ve done anything wrong,” you rush to assure him. Tears sting your lasline from the overwhelming storm of emotion raging inside you. When you move to wipe the stray tears escaping, Wolffe tenderly cups your cheek with his hand. His calloused fingertip carefully traces the planes of your face and wipes away the tear from your cheek.

“I don’t,” Wolffe reassures you. “I know that this isn’t what we had imagined for either of our lives after the war, and I don’t want us to drift apart because of that. I’m here because I need you to understand that nothing is going to stop me from coming home to you. Nothing was going to stop me from spending Life Day with you this year or any year in the future, alright?”

All the loneliness and yearning from the cycles spent alone crash down onto you. Tears freely fall down your cheeks as you tuck yourself into the crook of Wolffe’s neck. “I’ve missed you so much,” you admit. “I didn’t want to say anything, because I know how much Plo and the GAR means to you, but I’ve missed you so much.” Your voice breaks at the end of your confession, and you pull away from his body to wipe your tears from your face.

“I’ve missed you, cyar’ika. More than you could imagine,” Wolffe mumbles into the top of your head. His heart stings at your cries, and he wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. “I’m home now. It’s going to be okay, yeah? We’re going to figure this out”.

You let Wolffe guide you into the booth, and the two of you settle into the far corner. Draping your legs over his lap, you tuck yourself into his side and look at him in adoration. “We’re both a mess without each other, huh? Have absolutely no idea what to do without the other,” you tease. Wolffe chuckles and nods after taking a sip of his whisky. He ducks his head to press his lips to the shell of your ear and whispers: “Tell anyone and we may just have to leave early.” His warm breath tickles across your neck, and he squeezes your thigh as the rest of the Wolfpack join you with their partners.

For the first time during the holiday season, you’re able to sink into Wolffe’s arms and enjoy the company around you. Not a single member of the pack or their partners neglect to see how you’ve been. Plans begin to easily come into creation to squeeze in a few more holiday outings for you and Wolffe to join. A glimpse of the life that you hoped to create with Wolffe after the war finally playing out. Yet, it wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t where you were currently at in life.

During a bout of laughter, you look over to Wolffe and find him already gazing at you with that all too familiar smile tugging at his lips. You cup his jaw and press a fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth. Pulling away, the two of you share a look of adoration before sharing a soft kiss in the privacy of your own world. The two of you fall into rhythm with each other as if no time had passed. Lost in the moment, it’s not until his brothers start to howl and their partners tell them to leave you and Wolffe alone that the two of you break from the kiss.

“Mind your damn business,” Wolffe barks back to his snickering brothers. “How many times did I turn a blind eye to when you brought back your cy’are to the barracks?” Instantly the snickers silence as the older brothers laugh at the young clones.

Rolling his eyes as the conversation redirects to tomorrow’s outing, Wolffe pulls you closer into his side. Pressing a tender kiss to your temple, he rests his forehead against yours. “Happy Life Day, riduur”.

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minnielvr · 8 months

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DIE FOR YOU - chapter 2 : "right guy"

while y/n and her 5 other friends were hanging out and drinking in their dorm, just a few miles away was the party hyunjin and his friends were throwing. y/n looked out the window and wondered why so many people were walking towards the frathouse, so she asked her friends.

"h-hey guys..why are there so many people walking that way" she said in slurred words while pointing out the window

"oh chris told me that they're throwing a party" intak responded, "i was gonna go but you guys invited me first"

"we should go so y/n can get some dick" yunjin said and took another sip of her drink while leaning on her boyfriend

"i-im down" when y/n said that everyone was surprised, but then again she was drunk and had no idea what she was saying.

"since when does y/n agree to stuff like that?" hanni asked

"aye a-all i know is that...a drunk mans words are a s-sober mans thoughts" haerin said with slurred words and put her hands up

"well shit then we should go, i mean rarely any of us go to parties anyway right?" keeho said

"well yea but maybe y/n should sober up a little before we go, just so she doesn't do anything she'll regret" yunjin suggested

"oh cmon let her live a little" intak countered

"n-no guys i'll drink sone water then we can leave 'kay?" y/n said and got up to go sober up

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meanwhile at the frat party, the boys were playing and intense game of truth or dare. christoper spinned the bottle and it landed on hyunjin, he smirked.

"hyunjin, truth or dare?"

"hmmm..dare" everyone was now very engaged in watching the game.

"okay...i dare you to make a girl fall in love with you. and then break up with her on halloween." his smirked stayed on his face the whole time.

"WHATTT, NAHHH, NO WAY, THATS CRAZZY" everyone started cheering

hyunjin just leaned back and crossed his arms, "pffft, lightwork. who should i do?" he asked

the boys started talking amongst themselves to pick a girl.

"ooh i think you should do y/n, i heard she hates people like you, but wait until she sees your charm" jeongin suggested

"hmm okay but you guys have to give me some money if i pull her." he countered

everyone said yes and hyunjin started telling everyone as soon as he sees her he would make a move.

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after y/n and her friends sobered up they walked accross campus to the party. they walked in and were met with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and heard very loud music.

"uhh guys just to let you know im not actually gonna get dicked down, i was drunk and didn't know what i was doing." y/n warned everyone, she was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"boooo boringgg" haerin gave a thumbs down

"okay that doesn't matter guys lets just go have fun" intak said and pulled keeho with him

they all split up in pairs and promised to meet up at that spot in 2 hours.

yunjin pulled y/n with her and said "cmon lets go find you a boy toy"

"bro i really don't want one like chill" she was was now getting pissed off when someone said that. can't they take a hint?

"oh..sorry. i didn't think it was that big of a deal i won't say that again." yunjin apologized.

while the two girls were walking around the house they spotted the 8 boys, yunjin suggested they should just go and say hi to be polite.

"yunjin no one comes to a frat party to be polite to the hosts..."

"ugh cmon!!! just to socialize you know?" she argued back

"fine.." y/n agreed

the two girls walked up to the boys and yunjin tapped on felixs shoulder, both y/n and yunjin knew felix a little bit so they were comfortable with him

"hey felix!!" yunjin said with a big smile and waved

"oh hey you two!!" felix looked a bit surprised, he had never seen them at any party except for a few.

changbin looked at felix to see who he was talking to and immediately told hyunjin that y/n was there. hyunjin looked at her and smirked, forming a plan in his head.

he walked up to felix and put his elbow on felixs shoulder.

"hello ladies, fancy seeing you here" he looked y/n up and down

"hi.." both girls said with an uneven tone

"say, y/n. would you like to grab a drink with me?" he tried to make a move

"uhh no i wasn't planning to drink tonight" she responded

yunjin then nudged her and reminded her of what intak said, 'live a little'. so, reluctantly, y/n said yes and walked next to hyunjin to the drink table. hyunjin thought to himself 'this is easy money, shes so easy'

they made it to the drinks and hyunjin grabbed a bottle and two red cups. he poured them a drink and gave one to y/n

"cheers" he tipped his cup

"yea...cheers." she tipped hers and drank it

when they both finished hyunjin realized y/n looked uncomfortable, obviously he didn't care but for the sake of the dare, he acted like he did.

"you look a little uncomfortable, would you like to come outside with me?" he put on his best caring face

y/n was shocked to say the least, how could he pick up on something like that? still, she was skeptical. she acted like she was giving it some thought and said yes.

they walked outside and sat on the curb, the wind was breezing and the moon was full.

for some reason, which he did not know, hyunjin felt comfortable with her, hell even a little vulnerable. so he decided to just relax and make conversation.

"so uh, whats someone like you doing here?" he turned his face to y/n

"someone like me?" y/n raised a brow "whats that supposed to mean?"

"well, i didn't mean it in a bad way, it's just..you know....you don't come to parties very often." he tried explaining

"wellll... yeah but my friends told me to 'live a little' so i decided to give it a try" she looked back infront of her

hyunjin nodded his head and hummed. then the two just sat in silence for a while.

and for some reason, which she did not know why, y/n felt a little comfortable with him, maybe it was because she had alcohol in her, but whatever the reason was, she felt safe.

hyunjin started thinking more and more about y/n. why was she never at parties? why was she always hanging out with the same people all the time? why didn't she have a boyfriend? she was pretty, nice, and he heard she was smart too.

so he decided to ask her.

"hey y/n?" he turned to her and asked

"yea whats up?" she turned to him, their faces were inches apart.

"do you believe in love? i mean, i've never seen you with a guy you know? except those two friends of yours."

she was kind of surprised he was asking that, why would he? but she still decided to answer.

"of course i do, it's just that, i don't feel like anyone is right for me. either that or i don't deserve them..." she realized she was saying too much about herself. "but you know, i think i'll find the right person one day"

hyunjin started thinking about how he could use this as an advantage and act sympathetic. in the inside he was smirking, she is SO easy.

"well....maybe i can be the right guy." he looked into her eyes.

before she knew it he started leaning in and he put a hand on her chin. but she instantly stood up.

"yea. no. DEFINITELY not you." she dusted her pants off and looked around. "im actually supposed to leave now, bye." she didn't even look back, she just started walking back to her dorm. not bothering to go tell her friends.

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