#i had long dark hair which was fun and the other boy was blonde and pale of course

[lvrxly]

ִ ࣪𖤐- An Odd Feeling

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

summary: your neighbor, Simon, is a single dad. and you frequently babysit his son, Oliver. You've grown to love Oliver, buying toys for him, planning play dates, and even offering to babysit him while his dad goes on a date..wait what? You really thought after all of this Simon would choose you, but maybe he will..?

cw: simon is somewhat oblivious at the beginning >:((, mdni - smut, slight age difference (Simon is in his mid-30s while the reader is in her mid-20s), unprotected sex, breeding kink on Simon's part, oral sex (f receiving), Simon can't help but want another kid after seeing how you treat his :((

a/n: sorry this took so long to get posted! and i apologize for any grammar mistakes, i don't have the energy to edit this right now ;( (it's almost 4am).

hope you enjoy lovies ;)

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"Thanks again for this love, I should be back around 9pm, please try and get him to bed before then," Ghost says frantically as he passes his son over to you along with his diaper bag and favorite blanket.

There was that damned nickname again. 'Love'. Simon always seemed to call you love, it was almost infuriating how that little pet name could make your heart race and your cheeks heat.

Simon had a date with someone a friend of his set up for him, Soap, you think was the guys name. From a photo Simon showed you, she was pretty, gorgeous even. Slim and tall, long blonde hair, and seemingly put together.

"Yeah no problem. Have fun, try and get laid. You definitely need it," You say with a dry laugh, bouncing his son, Oliver, over to your other hip. Why the fuck would you say that? 'Get laid?' Why would you even suggest such a fucking thing knowing you can barely stomach watching him go out on this date in the first place.

He cleans up nice, a fitted pair of dark grey khaki pants with a white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled, revealing his tattooed forearms, and his sandy blonde hair slicked back out of his face, making him less shaggy looking than you were used to.

Simon laughs and waves goodbye as he turns on the heels of his dress shoes and hops down the steps of your front porch. You wave at his back, shutting the door with a heavy sigh. You turn around and set Oliver down, watching as he bolts toward the little corner of your living room which you had designated as his play area for when he comes over.

Your heart feels heavy as you walk over towards your couch, tossing Oliver's diaper bag and blanket onto one of the cushions. You flop down onto the other cushion, kicking your feet up on the coffee table that is placed in front of your couch.

Oliver looks just like his father, from what you could see anyways. Dirty blonde hair, gunmetal blue eyes, and a small dimple on his left cheek. He was an adorable kid, an easy one to babysit too.

Oliver runs up to you, a toy tractor in his hand as he holds it up to you, his other hand rested on your knee as if to help him balance better. "Tac-tar!" He exclaims.

You smile at him, taking the toy he was offering you, and touching your fingertip on his nose, causing the little boy to giggle. Enough about Simon. Oliver was your date tonight. Your own play date buddy.

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It was a little after 9pm, maybe just about 9:47, when Simon got back. He had knocked on your door for a good 5 minutes before he gave up and decided to let himself in.

He used the key that you would poorly hide under your doormat. The two of you would get into arguments about the placement of the key.

"It's the most obvious spot, love, you're gonna end up getting robbed on of these days." Simon had said the day you told him where it was, he was always worrying about your safety. You knew he was an ex-military Lieutenant, but then again that might just be the dad in him talking.

After unlocking your front door and pushing it open he begins to speak, "Sorry I was a little later than I thou-" But he cuts himself off after his eyes land on your couch.

There you laid on your back, an arm falling off the couch and a leg propped up on the back cushion, snoring lightly. That position couldn't have been that comfortable. But that's not what made him freeze. It was how his son was laying on your chest, fast asleep with his favorite blanket draped over his back. You looked as if his son was your own.

His breathe is caught in his throat as he stares at the two of you, slowly shutting the door behind him as he makes his way over to the couch.

A small smile paints his face as he stands behind the small and slightly sad turquoise couch, bending down so his forearms rested in the back cushion. He watches you sleep, his eyes dragging up and down your frame. After a moment he uses a single finger to brush a stray piece of hair off of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

His smile never falters as he pets the back of his sons head, his long blonde hair slightly sweaty from how hot it probably was being all nuzzled up to you.

You stir in your sleep, your eyes fluttering, only for them to end up shooting wide open in shock. You gasp and clutch the back of Oliver, sighing after realizing who was really watching you sleep.

You sit up, cradling Oliver in your arms, careful not to wake him. "Do you normally watch people sleep?" You say with an annoyed look on your face as you rub your eyes, sleep still attempting to pull you back in.

After regaining most of your consciousness, you stand from the couch, your clothes wrinkled and Oliver's little head on your shoulder as you hold him in your arms.

"Eh, define normally," Simon says, a joking tone noticeable in his voice. Was he trying to make a joke? Since when did Simon Riley ever makes jokes? What the hell happened at the date?

"Your in a good mood. You didn't really end up getting laid right? You know what..? I don't think I wanna know." Your words are frantic and slightly irritated. Why did you feel so...odd right now? Simon is a single man. He has the right to go on dates with beautiful women. Unfortunately.

You bounce around your kitchen, rocking your hips side to side to keep Oliver asleep for as long as possible. You can't help but notice how Simons eyes follow your hips as they move. And..what was that? Did he just groan? No no, that would be crazy.

"No I didn't get laid," He finally replies. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Almost like a breath of relief.

"If I was getting laid I would have gotten back a lot later..It takes more than 30 minutes with me, love.." Simon was suddenly behind you, his breath hot on your neck as his hands hover above your hips, heat radiating off of his tatted skin, almost scorching the flesh of your thighs through your pants.

You stop bouncing his son, glancing over your shoulder at Simon and..holy shit he was close, almost too close. Those damned eyes were pulling you under and you didn't know if you wanted to be saved.

Oliver shifts in your arms, waking up slowly. His tiny hands rub his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. Once he's awake and spots his dad he immediately makes grabby hands towards him.

You gladly hand him over to Simon, anything to get away from the man that was way way wayyyy to close for comfort. You give Oliver to his father and take a large step away from Simon. You see his smile falter but he quickly regains his composure when his son calls his name, his tiny hands on Simons cheeks.

"You have fun while I was away buddy?" He asks his son, to which Oliver responds with a vigorous nod. He then begins to blabble on about his trucks and snacks he ate, but you space out, your eyes still locked on the two of them.

Simon looked so good with a kid, he was a good dad. You can't help but imagine how good he must have been to his wife while she was pregnant. Her lose for leaving him. He's a great guy. Unfortunately, that means women probably throw themselves at him. Hot, ex-military, AND good with kids??? Yeah, they definitely do. And you would to, if you were so full of self doubt.

"Love?" You hear Simon say, his eyes now focused on you as Oliver was seemingly put down to go play for a little longer.

"I asked if you're free this weekend? Oliver is going over to his grandparents for a few days and I was wondering if you'd like to do something?" His voice was shy...that was weird. It's almost like-

"Are you asking me on a date?" You say, a teasing smirk playing across your lips.

"No no, well- no it's not like that. Just as friends, you know- without the ruckus of that one running around." When he says "that one" he points towards Oliver, who was currently crashing two tractors together and making a crash sound with his mouth.

"You know what? Sure Simon. I'll see you then."

He smiles, nodding softly as he runs his hands through his hair, the gelled effect must have worn off because it was back to its shaggy state, almost getting to the point it reached his eyes. He needed a haircut, but it's not like you didn't like the shaggy look. It was unexpectedly sexy.

Maybe it was just your hormones talking but everything about this man was unexpectedly sexy. His tired eyes from sleepless nights and early mornings, his tatted arms, a few of the tattoos colored in with what seemed like marker from Oliver, and his tall frame, almost towering over you to the point you had to look up to see his face.

You did suggest that he should get laid, but maybe you're the one who really needed the action. It's been who knows how long, and your getting so desperate that you literally can't look at him without butterflies fluttering in your stomach as well as..further south.

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After sending Simon and his son home, you immediately ran to your bedroom, quickly stripping out of your clothes and hopping into the warm water of your shower. With your back to the water and your hands in your hair, you can't help but let your mind wander back to your neighbor.

What was he doing right now? Was he helping Oliver brush his teeth? Was he just getting into the shower too? Was his shower water warm or cool? Did he have tattoos elsewhere? What did the soap look like running down his chest and down his legs..?

Okay, you need to go to bed. Sleep would do the trick. Right?

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Wrong. Sleep 100% didn't do the trick. Two full days of almost nothing but sleep and this man has been filling your head with thought of him, some more naughty than other. He had crawled into your dreams, your thoughts, and your daily life in general. You cant even pour creamer into your coffee without seeing his smug ass face in your mug.

It was now the weekend, around 7pm on a Saturday. The sun had already gone down and you were sitting in your living room, a random cheesy rom com on the television as you scrolled on your phone. You scrolled through your feed, seeing videos of your college friends out partying, drinking, and having fun. Then there was you, sitting at home with day old mascara on your lashes and sleep evident on your face.

There was a heavy knock on your door, with a raised brow you hop up from your couch and make your way over to the door, peaking through the peep hole to see who it was. And to your surprise, it was exactly who you were thinking of.

There Simon stood, a bottle of champagne and a single red rose in his hands as he bounces on his heels, he was back to his regular shaggy look, unkempt hair, white t-shirt, blue jeans, and his silver dog tag hanging from his neck.

Quickly, you open the door with a smile and invite the man in. As he walks in towards your kitchen counter you quickly become aware of your appearance. Old makeup on your face, and crinkled clothes that you couldn't be bothered to iron.

However, at this point the two of you have seen each other at your worst, hell you've seen Simon running off of two hours of sleep with a sick little Oliver who wouldn't stop crying and coughing.

"Champagne and a rose? This feels like a date to me.." You tease running a hand across his shoulder as you pass him, earning a shiver from the man. you stand on the opposite side of the kitchen island as he takes a seat on one of the barstool chairs you have, sliding the bottle towards you.

"Take it however you want love." He laughs, running his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face, his bicep flexing in the process, and holy fuck.

You shake your head and pop open the bottle of champagne. "I'm glad I know you and Oliver, he's a good kid."

"You're such a big help with the little guy, I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. He loves you a lot." Simon is more soft spoken than usual as he twirls the rose between his fingertips.

You're frantically searching your cabinets for those champagne glasses you got all those years ago but have never used. You swear you still had them.

"It's no biggy. He's a joy to have around and probably one of my only friends!" You laugh, sighing after you cant find those dumbass champagne glasses and grabbing two mugs out of the cabinet instead. Not quite what you'd normally drink something like champagne out of, but it would have to work.

"So I'm not considered a friend? I see how it is," Simon fakes a hurt expression as he takes a mug from you with a raised brow. His shoulders shake in silent laughter after he looks at the mug to which it read "Male Tears" in big black lettering.

You laugh along with him, "Eh, I kinda like your son more than you, he's less broody," You tease, pouring the champagne into each of your mugs. Your mug saying "Reading is Sexy" with blue lettering.

There the two of you sat, at your kitchen island drinking cheap champagne out of coffee mugs with a single red rose placed between the two of you.

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After a few hours and an entire bottle of champagne, the two of you sat on your couch together, a movie on your tv.

You sat with your legs draped across Simons lap, his hand resting on your knee as his fingers gently rubbed circles into your skin. It tickled, but in a good way.

You fought sleep, your eyelids slowly shutting and reopening. Your breath was calm and slow, a comfortable silence had fallen between the two of you.

"Gettin' sleepy love?" Simon asks with a chuckle, his deep blue eyes lingering on you as he rubs up and down the length of your leg.

You don't bother answering verbally, you don't have the energy. You shake your head in a quiet and small 'no', your hand coming up to rub your eyes. What time was it? It couldn't be that late.

With a groan, you sit up and grab your phone off of the coffee table, tapping your screen a few times for it to turn on. Your screen nearly blinds you, a curse falling from you lips as Simon merely chuckles next to you. 11:57. Almost midnight already? You thought, there's no way.

Simon peaks over your shoulder and shakes his head, running his hands over his face with a yawn. "Surely I haven't been here all that long, it's definitely past our bedtimes," he teases as he moves your legs off of his, standing from the couch with a stretch, his shirt lifting, showing off a fucking happy trail. This man was too hot for his own good. It had to be a crime at this point.

You stand next to him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you yawn, making your way lazily towards the direction of your bedroom.

"I better get ta' goin'-" Simon begins, before you cut him off.

"Oh please, theres no way in hell you came over here just to hang out as friends, Simon." Your voice is low as you stand before him, your bodies mere inches apart as you stare up at him. Messy hair, sleepy eyes, and those god damn dimples shining through as he smirks down at you. You fuckin' knew it.

His arms wrap around your waist, his face nearing yours as he walks you backwards into your kitchen, your hips hitting the kitchen island. "I've been caught."

His breath smelling of cheap champagne and cigarettes as his lips grazed yours. His lips are soft as he finally kisses you, fitting perfectly against yours.

Simons hands remove themselves from your waist, landing on the kitchen island, trapping you between him and the counter. You deepen the kiss, standing on your tippy toes to match his force, earning an audible groan from the blonde man in front of you.

When the kiss ends, nothing but heavy panting and quiet curses fill the air. "Fuckin' hell love.." he whispers against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses up and down your warm skin.

Quiet whimpers leave your lips as his lips work their way up to your ear, where he whispers a phrase that makes your knees want to buckle. "Get on the fuckin' counter doll, I've waited far to long for this and my tongue is tingling for your taste.."

Obviously, you do as he says, hopping up onto the cool granite. "Atta girl," he says, his voice raspy as he tugs the waistband of your pants down, pulling them off your legs as if he's been craving you for years. Maybe he has been..

In a swift motion he pushed you onto your back, earning a quiet yelp from you as your back touched the cold surface. With his eyes glued on your panties and his hands on your plush thighs you can't help but whimper, letting your head fall back onto the counter top.

"Fuckin hell lovie, you're already so wet..." Simon says through gritted teeth, the pad of this thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit, the feeling of the pressure over the fabric of your panties was enough for you to clench around nothing.

"Simon please-" you whimper, your hips rolling against his touch, eager for more. This draws a chuckle from the man in front of you, he pulls his hand away with a smug smirk on his lips.

Not another word is shared between the two of you before Simon is kneeled on the tile flooring and he has your legs over his shoulders, his face at perfect height with your core. He pulls your panties to the side, groaning at the sight before him. He was so fucking hard right now, straining against the zipper of his pants.

He blows a cool puff of air against your cunt, watching as it flutters before it, his smirk never falters as he runs his thumb over your cunt, coving his finger in your juices.

"Riley I swear to the gods, if you don't stop playing with your food-" you begin, getting cut off with his tongue against your slit and his thumb rubbing circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue works in and out of you, flicking and sucking, the noises that fill the kitchen are positively hypnotic. Your whimpers and moans mixed with the wet noises of Simons tongue between your legs. And to top it off, every time you buck your hips against his face he moans, a low growl like noise that makes you absolutely drip.

Simon is only using one hand to hold open your legs, his right hand has traveled down to his pants, unzipping his jeans and finally giving himself that oh so needed friction that he's been deprived of. His tongue goes flat against your cunt, his head shaking side to side, flicking his tongue every so often, just enough to catch the tip of your clit.

He palms himself through his boxers, rutting into the palm of his hand. "You like that baby? You're gettin' louder.." he teases as he sucks on your clit, causing your back to arch off of the counter top and your hands to fly to his hair, tugging on the blonde strands, pressing his face into your greedy little cunt even more.

"Simon! Right fucking there, please please please..." You moan, your thighs threatening to close around his head as your legs shake with pleasure. Your breath is quick and your moans are loud as Simon god damn Riley holds your legs open, sucking and licking your clit, you were about to fall apart right then and there, but after he shoves two fingers into your cunt you absolutely crumble.

The orgasm rushes throughout your body, your grip on his hair tight. He doesn't stop though, his tongue stays glued to your clit, his fingers moving at a pace that makes your writhe, drawing out this heavenly orgasm as long as he can.

You're already fucked out as he pulls his fingers out of you, kissing your fluttering cunt, kissing up your torso and tugging your shirt over your head to kiss all the way up your lips. This kiss was everything passionate, the taste of you still lingering on his lips.

Your eyelids are heavy and your chest rises with a quick pace, still trying to come down from your high. Sweat glitters your skin, your panties hanging from your ankle and your mascara running down your cheeks. "So beautiful, so fucking gorgeous baby.." Simon whispers as he kissed you on the forehead, running his hands over your cheeks. "But we're not done yet, no no no, this night isn't over until I fill you up so full that Oliver will have a fucking sibling by tomorrow.." His voice is deep and sultry, pulling you up off the counter by your wrists and tossing you over his shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes.

With a yelp from you, Simon gives a little smacks to your ass. His quick strides make it to your bedroom in no time at all. He tossed you on the bed, you landing on your back, your toes bouncing along with the mattress, earning a low curse from the man in front of you. He stands at the end of your bed, quickly pulling his pants and boxers off of himself. He can't go another fucking second without being inside of you.

The image of this man crawling on top of you, his ink covered arms on either side of your head and your legs on either side of your hips as he pressed against you. It was all so much, your cunt was dripping, and from what you could see so was the tip of his cock.

Holy shit his cock, it was huge, veins running up and down the length of it. You figured he was from the start, but now that it's in front of you, how the hell will it all fit?

His hands reach for your thighs, pushing them up so your knees neared your ears, the tip of his cock teases the entrance of your cunt, the bead of pre-cum smearing all over your clit. You wiggle your hips, eager for something, anything but this fucking torturous teasing that this man seems so obsessed with.

"Simon.." You moan, earning a groan from the man. His eyes have not left you this entire time, his gaze wandering up and down your figure with a look of biting desire.

"Moaning my name like that..fuck," He groans through gritted teeth, pressing the tip of his cock inside, fucking finally.

You suck in a breath through your teeth, biting down on your bottom lip as you grip the sheets.

Simons eyes shut with pleasure as he pushes into you. Only to open once again to watch your face, watching for any looks of displeasure, he makes it about half way when your eyebrows furrow and your hand flies to his torso, pressing against his abdomen as a way to tell him to stop for a second.

"It's okay lovie, breath, you're taking me so well.." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your cheek, kissing away a single stray tear that had seemingly rolled down your cheek. Slowly, he continues to push into you, the two of you share a mutual moan as he finally bottoms out, his stomach pressed flush against your clit.

"Good girl, my good girl baby, yes.." He moans, his hands under your knees as he holds one leg over his shoulder and the other off the the side.

Your whimpers, his groans, and the smell of sex fills the bedroom. You rock your hips, indicating the need for friction. With pleasure, Simon gives you what you needs, rolling his hips and pulling out about half way before slamming back inside you. Your loud moans and pleases for more, more, more fill the room, causing Simon to let out a guttural groan, hai cock twitching inside of you.

Simon shifted his hips, dragging his cock out of you. It glistened with your arousal, and it made his face grow hot. He bit back a whimper when he pushed inside you once more. You gasped, and he did it again. Again and again until he had a set a rhythm that had your entire body on fire, writhing against the mattress.

"Yes yes, fuck Simon, makin' m' feel so good, I-" You whimper, your legs shaking and your eyes squeezed shut out of pure pleasure.

Simon had reached a hand down and was now rubbing circles on your clit. Your words had his brain swimming, his thrusts deepening and pace quickening. The tight ball of pleasure was drawing tighter and tighter in the base of your tummy, your cunt fluttering around his cock.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good..wanna put a fuckin baby in you lovie..." His voice is low, his groans turning into whimpers as his thrusts become sloppy, he's nearing his own climax. Your own peak is nearing, your cunt fluttering around his cock, clenching and squeezing as he moves at a pace that is absolutely intoxicating.

"Come for me, baby," he whispered. "Come on my cock. That's it, baby, yeah– good fuckin' girl."

His finger moves quickly against your clit, rubbing as his cock bullies in and out of your greedy little cunt. The force of his thrusts make your tits bounce, earning deep and needy groans from the back of Simons throat.

You came around his cock with a sob of his name, your cunt squeezing him tight as the ball of pressure snapped in your tummy. Your orgasm was hard, slamming over you and rendering you breathless, your head floating. Your clit pulsed beneath the movements of his fingers.

The tightness of your cunt earned a fucked out moan from Simon as he slams in and out of you, reaching even deeper than before. You wanted to scream. He was so deep. You were so full.

"Such a good girl, suck a greedy little cunt— so tight I don't think I'll be able to pull out-, yes baby.." He blabbered helplessly as he becomes utterly pussydrunk, his head lolling back and his eyes closing with pleasure.

"M'gonna come in this tight cunt," Si whispered, almost too quiet for you to hear. He spoke louder when he continued his sentence. "You want my cum, baby? You want me to come inside you? Want me to fill you up, fill this pretty tummy?"

"Yes! Please—!" You practically scream.

"I will— I'll fill you up with all of my fuckin' cum.." He moans, his thrusts sloppy and his grip on your thighs bruising. "Take it all like a good girl," he moaned. "Get you–fuck —get you pregnant. Fill you up with my kids. I'd look after you, baby."

You were basically screaming.

And with that Simon cums, your name falling from his lips as the white hot liquid spills from his cock into you. He doesn't pull out, tugging you up so that you straddled his hips, his hands on your as as he holds you up, him leaning back against the heels of his feet. The two of you share a tender kiss, his lips softly kissing your lips, cheeks, and neck.

"Fuckin' hell love.." He laughs, his voice raspy. He finally pulls out, a deep groan slipping from his lips as he watches his cum drip out of that sweet little cunt. Carefully, he lays you back down on the mattress, staring down at you with low eyes and a small smile on his lips.

"You were so good just now, you know that? So beautiful, so fuckin' hot-" He moves so he's laid beside you, his chest pressed against your back as he rubs small circles on your hip with his finger. "-I loved your moans, and the feeling of your pussy..just stay like this with me for a second, yeah?" His hand runs up and down your side, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as his breath tickles the back of your neck.

What an odd feeling. It all felt as if everything had always been like this. As if the two of you were meant to be, and this was all just natural.

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Simon and You sit in your living room together, his hand on your thigh and Oliver running back and forth with a superman action figure in hand making a 'swooshhh' sound with his mouth.

The promise ring on your finger sparkles as you look down at it, you can't take your eyes off the damn thing. It's been a week since he's given it to you, but every time you eye catches the little piece of jewelry you can't help but stare.

Three years of crushing and helping him raise his kid. One night of his name being moaned and orgasm after orgasm. Two weeks form that night he asked you out. It's been four months since he asked you to be his girlfriend. Everything seemed to be moving so quickly. But not, at the same time. It feels like you've know each other forever so it was natural. Nothing odd about falling in love so quickly.

Or maybe the love has always been there, it was the commitment and the confessions and the confusing mixed signals that were messing with the process.

But in the end everything had fallen in place. Simon still lives next door, but that is gonna change soon. He spends more and more time over at your place than his own. Both his and Oliver's clothes litter your laundry, and instead of one lonely toothbrush in the bathroom, there's now three.

Pink, Blue, and a tiny red one for Oliver.

This was how it was meant to be. Simon, Oliver, and you. And possibly another one. Simon is pretty eager for that addition. Now that was a little fast even for you.

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a/n: not to singledad!simon anymore. <33

p.s.- i tagged everyone who i saw asked to be, sorry if i missed ya! and thank you all so so much for all the love. i love all of ya so so much! <33

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[yaoyaobae]

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for following me, its my first time sharing about my twst ocs so I’ll give it a shot ✊

Warning: Hallucinations 🙇‍♀️

Alison Wondre

School: Royal Sword Academy

Favourite food: Cookies

Pastime: Reading children’s books, Daydreaming

Family: Mother, Father, Older sister

Role: Head of Alice/Wonderland dorm

Alison is a second year student at RSA and dorm head. Unlike Riddle who upholds rules, Alison is the polar opposite of him in every way.

Alison adopts a carefree and playful attitude, he enjoys teasing uptight people until they blow (like Riddle).

He tends to mention strange things like how he saw some singing flowers the other day or his craving to take a bite out of a bread-and-butter-fly. From the way he dresses to his wild, childish imagination its no surprise that many students believe he’s gone mad. But it is agreeably fitting for someone who is head of the Alice/Wonderland dorm.

Backstory:

Alison has an older sister whom he adores greatly and spends most of his time with. When he was a young boy, he didn’t listen to his sister’s heeding to not stray off from the path and ended up falling into a deep hole in a forest. He slowly started hallucinating monsters and cried himself to sleep, wishing he had listened to his sister. Thankfully, the authorities found him a few days later and he was sent to a hospital.

However, it was clear that Alison became an entirely different person after the incident. He began telling his sister stories about funny creatures he had met during his “adventure” which was rather worrying to her. While Alison was in the hospital for a few months,he picked up several children’s picture books which he still brings around with him in school till this day. As he grew older his imagination became wilder as he forgets the fine line between reality and his “wonderland”. He takes afternoon naps to “meet his friends”. Its a given rule to never wake him up.

Of course despite his eccentric character, Alison is still a caring and reliable leader when he needs to be(just that he conveys it in his own ways). He will not hesitate to listen to a fellow dorm mate’s worries and give vague advice, hoping they can figure out the riddle. He encourages them to “stay curiouser and curiouser” as life becomes a little more colourful that way when you experience new things. When it comes to thinking out of the box, no one can beat Alison to it.

Relationships

Riddle

Alison finds joy in teasing serious individuals, namely Riddle, until they throw a tantrum. He doesn’t mind getting the magic collar so as long as he can poke fun at the red haired queen. In serious situation, Alison would cooperate with Riddle and provide creative solutions.

If both of them share a similarity, it would be the fear of being held back and stuck in a dark place alone. Like Riddle who grew up having to follow his mother’s rules and forbidden to see his friends, Alison can somewhat share the same pain as he is still afraid of not waking up and/or seeing his sister again because of his ignorance in the past.

Chenya

Alison is generally carefree around others, but when it comes to this cunning cheshire cat he will not waste a single second to curse him. Many students find it strange how two eccentrics from the same dorm can never get along. Alison finds Chenya a nuisance who disrupts his afternoon naps, often pestering him. In addition, Chenya always gives Alison close-to-useless advice even when the latter didn’t ask for any. Guess its like a taste of his own medicine 😂

While the two do not get along, they are always seen together in school bickering nonsense. Sometimes Chenya would purposely wake Alison up from his nap to share about the strawberry tart he stole from his two childhood friends, the sleepy blonde would just doze off back to dreamland while nodding his head.

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Well, I think that is all I can share about Alison! I hope you will like him too, thank you to those who have loved him since the beginning!! Talking about my children is fun ☺️

Until next time!

#twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twst oc #Alison Wondre #yaoyao_twstoc

[lowkeyrobin]

NEWT ; the night we met

summary ; newt is new to the glade & you're there when he regains his name

warnings ; language, alcohol, very pre-thomas era (about three or four years)

word count ; 1.3k

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Newt, with his arrival to the glade in the box, was a frightened little Greenie. He was merely fourteen years old, about 5"7, with dirty blonde hair just barely hiding his eyes. He seemed awestruck, as usual Greenies were, and obviously scared and confused.

Alby sadly didn't have any answers for him, many, at that. He just had the rundown of the Glade to give him and the rules and to introduce him to the other Gladers out and about. He wouldn't be able to introduce him to you or Minho, seeing as you were both running the maze right now.

The second the poor boy heard the word maze, he nearly had a panic attack. It was like something in the back of his brain had been triggered, reminding him of something he couldn't remember.

But as the cool, green forest faded into an orange-y warm fire, the sun set above, leading you and Minho back to the Glade to join the monthly Greenie bonfire. There was work to be done, tasking you with business before you could join.

The fifteen year old Minho begged you to hurry up, but you had to map out a new section of the maze. There was no fooling around for you at the moment. So, he leaves without you, curiosity stabbing him as he jogs back into the main Glade, away from the Deadheads.

You, finally, were able to join around eleven or so, the moon nearly centered in the dark sky above.

You had a cup of Gally's secret juice in your hand as you rest your back against a tree, a nice view of both the fire and the little fight-circle. You take your time to enjoy the peace and intoxicate yourself, ridding yourself of any worries.

You lay your eyes on the new Greenie, a light, inviting smile as he looks back at you. He was standing all alone, staring at the fire like he was trying to think long and hard about his past. He joins you, seeing that you were also alone, watching the fire and the other boys talk and have fun.

He sits criss-cross next to you, an awkward little hi slipping from his mouth.

"Know your name yet, Greenie?" You ask him, taking a sip from your cup.

He shakes his head, a slight twinge of sadness twinkling in his eyes.

"Don't worry," You pat him on the shoulder, "You'll get it back soon"

He nods, basking the two of you in a calm silence, listening to the fire crackle and the boys cheering and whooping a few yards away. He speaks up after a few minutes, having been conjuring up a question for you.

"How long have you been here?" He asks, question and curiosity dripping off his tongue.

You shrug, "Seven months. Same thing every day, all day. It's nice after a while, I guess."

He nods, watching Gally and Alec tussle and shove each other around the fight circle. He looks down at the mason jar in your hand, seeing you cringe as you feel the sour taste hit your tastebuds.

"What's that?"

You deviously smile, "Gally's secret concoction." You hold out the glass for him, giving him a look to try it.

He looks between you and the glass jar filled with the dark yellow liquid, seeking approval in your eyes. You nod, silently urging him to try it.

"It's good for the nerves"

He's silent for a moment before he takes it in his hand and takes a quick swig of it. He cringes as he hands the jar back, coughing up a fit as he rubs his mouth with his wrist.

You lightly laugh, watching his dramatic reaction.

"Good for nerves?" He repeats, smacking his lips to try and rid the taste from his mouth. "What is that, bloody hell!"

You giggle, setting the jar down in the grass with a little twist so it'd stay. "Dunno, ask Gally"

"Which one is Gally? Good God" He lightly coughs, "It tastes like piss!"

You stand up, a hand out to help Newt up. "I'll show you around, hm?"

He nods, taking your hand as you walk around the bonfire.

"Y'know Alby and Fry, right?"

He nods.

"Cool. Well, that's Minho, my best friend. He's a runner, as am I. He's Keeper of the Runners, though, very down to Earth and stuff. There's Gally and the other builders. They're strong but dumb." You shrug. "Winston is Keeper of the Slicers. He and that whole crew are wonderful. Zart and Jeff are the Med-Jacks. Go to them if you have a splinter or a cold, they'll help you out"

The blonde nods, following your gaze and finger as you look to and point the others out.

"And those are the Track-Hoes. They're gardeners, very sweet, that's Sam, Keeper of the Track-Hoes" You finish, giving him a warm smile as you look back at him.

He goes silent for a moment, looking dazed and zoned out before you snap him back to reality.

"Greenie? Hey, dude?"

"Newt" His lips curl into a smile, eyes twinkling as he looks at you. "Newt. My name is Newt"

You widely smile and chuckle in excitement, both of you with your hands on each other's shoulders as you bounce around, both buzzed off of the alcohol you'd been served.

"Greenie has a name!" You shout, looking to him for him to shout out his name, the whole Glade looking at you two.

"My name is Newt!" He smiles, looking to you for approval.

In your buzzed state, you convince him to jump on your back as you loop around the large fire, the boys chanting his name.

"Welcome to the Glade, Newton!"

"Newton?"

"It's gotta stand for something!"

The boys continuously chant and holler his name, a smile painting his freckled face. You had all of him now, his kind, friendly and trustworthy personality, his dirty blonde hair, his freckles, and his dorky name.

He felt his brain take a photo of the scene as he looked slightly down at you, a hand on your scalp, the other formed in a fist which he held in the air. From the crackling fire beside him, to the feeling of the warm air against his face, to the boys in a circle watching as you proudly carry him on your shoulders. The smell of the bitter drink passed around the bonfire haunted his nose, and the way you gripped onto his ankles for safety did as well.

After the bonfire, the drunk boys return to the Homestead one by one, leaving you, Minho, Newt, and most of the builders by the fire. Minho struck up a conversation with Newt by the fire, sitting on a log together while you sit at the log on the right of them, sipping on Gally's secret drink. You weren't shitfaced but you weren't buzzed either, just the right amount of kind of out of it. You wanted to rid your life of any stress tonight, considering your friend and your new friend, Newt, were getting along and no one had tried to kill each other today, a win in your eyes.

Minho, wanting to embarass you, buzzed, brings up how you requested a guitar from the box and actually received it, although you never touched it afterward because you didn't want to be made fun of. Newt found this interesting and began begging you to play, even just for a minute. He never heard any real, genuine music before, and to experience it from you, his first actual friend would've been a memory he'd remember for a lifetime and more.

You eventually comply, striking a deal that if you play, you wouldn't be singing. You walk back and forth from the fire to the Homestead, retrieving the guitar, re-tuning it on your walk back to the two boys. You sit down again with a dramatic sigh and strum on the strings once to make sure it was properly tuned now.

Newt watches with a smile as you strum away, humming along to the rhythm.

The same rhythm that he could decode one certain phrase from underneath the warm, orange light of the fire, which was now dying out.

Take me back to the night we met.

#lowkeyrobin #tmr newt #tmr newt x reader #newt x reader #newt tmr #the maze runner x reader #maze runner x gn reader #maze runner x reader #maze runner oneshot #the maze runner #gender neutral reader #gn reader #thomas brodie sangster x reader #thomas brodie sangster #spotify #Spotify

[thesturniolos]

tiny red dress pt 1

m.sturniolo x reader

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warnings: nsfw/, alcohol, swearing, arguing, angst

this is for my fave @sturniolosstar 🤗🤗, merry christmas hun <3

summary: reader goes to a party in an outfit matt doesn’t approve of and things escalate prettyyyyy quickly..

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i can feel his gaze from half way across the room piercing through my burning hot skin, he’s been like it all night ever since he started an argument about my dress choice.

it’s a dark red dress with a lace detailing around the neck and at the rim, clearly too ‘revealing’ as matt begged for me to wear something else.

the dress fit perfectly against the curves of my body and i had the perfect pair of heels to go with it, it would make no sense for me to go and find another outfit.

it’s the famous christmas party of boston and it’s something everyone looks forward to, especially me. which is why i bought my outfit months prior, i just kept it a little secret from my boyfriend and for good reason as his reaction was very much not surprising.

when i walked out from our shared bathroom, he eyed me up and down before shaking his head and scoffing. was it not pretty? i’ve worn things like this before and he barely even cared.

“seriously, matt?” i walk over to him, adjusting the straps of the dress and reaching my hand out to touch his.

before i can get to him, he walks out of our room and down the stairs, slamming the door of our house.

getting that mad over a dress? come on.

driving to our friends house, he didn’t speak one word to me and when i tried to apologise he turned on the aux to blur my voice.

storming into the house party, i quickly found my way to the middle of the dance floor and soon forgot about our stupid argument once i got distracted with the boundless amounts of fun i was having with my friends.

dancing wasn’t really my thing but after a few drinks i was quite happily moving my hips to any song that came on the speaker, my friends jokingly pushing against me as we formed a small circle directly in the middle.

but peering from the kitchen island was matt and boy was he angry, his fist clenched against the cold marble, a red cup in the other pressed to his lip, staring directly at me.

as we make eye contact, a guy appears in front of me, blocking my view of matt.

he had blonde hair, slightly long and fluffy towards the front of his head, green eyes and was wearing a tracksuit, holding a drink in his hand.

he looks down to my legs and smirks, “hey pretty”

i turn around to face my friends but they’re nowhere in sight, “i have a boyfriend”

he looks around. “i can’t see him.”

“and?”

“well, you’re all alone and i can’t help but notice how good that dress looks on you.”

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed but every other girl in this place is wearing a dress nearly identical to mine and to be honest, you’re the only one sticking out here with your tracksuit. it’s not exactly party attire.”

“glad to know i stuck out to you.”

“that’s not what i mea-“

“nice to meet you, matt sturniolo.” suddenly, matt appears from behind him and holds out a hand to shake. “i don’t believe we’ve met.”

“i think you’re right, bud. can i help you?”

“yeah, back away from my girl.” he moves in front of him and pushes me back from him slightly.

i bump into my friend and she pulls a look upon seeing the heated situation.

“well if she was your girl, then what’s she doing talking to me?” matts jaw tenses and he looks behind him to face me and i shake my head. “a skimpy red dress and dancing like that, she’s kinda asking for it”

and with those words, matts fist collided with his face and he falls back, holding his nose and looking down to see blood dripping onto the floor.

“next time i see you, make sure you stay away from me and her and if we do cross, make sure you shut your fucking mouth.” matt pushes past the crowd, leaving me in the middle surrounded by my friends and the guy staring at me angrily.

before he can say something to me, i try and follow matt to where i can only assume he’s walking back to the car.

“matt! just wait!” i yell, desperately trying to get through the vast amounts of drunken people blocking my every move.

by the time i’m out of the house, he’s already slamming his door shut and i run to my side to open it.

his head is rested in his hand and his arm is perched onto the door, his knee is bouncing and the silence in the car is so loud that i can hear the cogs in my brain whirring.

“matt, i swear i wasn’t talking to him-“

“but you were.” he snaps back, still not looking at me. “i was watching you talk to him, do not try and bullshit me.”

“he came up to me, it’s not like i went up to him.”

“that’s not even the point. you knew he wanted you, why did you carry on talking to him? do you get some kind of thrill from knowing he liked you?” he’s staring at me now and he’s angry. his brows are furrowed and he’s thrown his hands in the air.

“what the hell? why would i- what’s wrong with you? why would you even think that, matt!”

“because you turn up to that stupid party in the shortest little dress that is literally guaranteed to make any guy look. i told you. i told you that i didn’t like it and you still went and wore it.”

“because you can’t control what i wear, matt. that’s my decision.”

“you promised that shit wouldn’t happen and hell, it did.” i’m angry now, how is it my fault boys can’t keep shit to themselves?

“don’t try and blame this on me, matthew. i didn’t ask for him to look at me or talk to me, i was dancing with my friends, enjoying myself. is it such a crime to wear a dress? a literal dress.”

he sits in silence and his hands are on the wheel in front of him, knuckles white from the pressure.

“you’re mine, do you know that?” his voice is gravely and hoarse, he doesn’t look at me but it’s the most assertive he’s ever sounded.

“what?”

“you belong to me. nobody can look at what’s mine.” his eyes are dark and his grip on the car loosens and he reaches over to grab my jaw.

“you understand that?” his hold on my face and the intense eye contact between the two of us creates a pool in between my legs as i squeeze my thighs together to relieve some of the tension.

i nod and he shakes his head before looking towards the road in front of him again. we were nearly home, thank god. i needed him and i could tell he needed me, this was about to be so good.

“i need words, not those pathetic responses- use your mouth, i know it’s capable.” i stare stunned, he’s not usually like this. in fact, this new attitude he’s suddenly picked up is working miracles on my heart as it beats in my chest a hundred to the dozen and the heat from my face travels down my body.

“i understand.”

a silence settles within the car and i shuffle around, quickly getting agitated from the throbbing feeling as my thighs fail to make me feel any better.

“keep moving those legs you slut, it’s the last time you’ll be able to for a while.”

#matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #vinnie hacker imagines #matt sturniolo fan fiction #matt sturniolo angst #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut

[astayinwonderland]

Plz can you write a jimin smut fanfic play boy au

"What is it about Park Jimin?" | Park Jimin

pairing: jimin x f.reader (guest appearance jk... but through text)

genre: smut MDNI

requested by: @jimincrystal

wc: 1.6k

summary: you have a problem... your neighbour jimin is too loud, but you are terribly attracted to him

warnings: pet names (jimin calls reader "pretty girl"), mentions of jimin being into girls and boys, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (don't pls), cursing... lmk if I forgot anything.

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“Hi,” his full lips curve into the flirtiest of smiles. 

“Oh, hi,” your tiny voice answers. Dammit, what was it about him anyway? 

He leans on the wall as you try not to look nervous. But who are we kidding? When you moved into this flat two months ago, all you could do was think about your next-door neighbour. It was hard not to, he often had “visitors” to entertain him, especially at night. You could hear through the very thin walls how much fun they would have. The exquisite moans he would get from the gorgeous girls and boys who were lucky enough to spend a night with him. 

You, on the other hand, are too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Not after hearing everything that happens on the other side of that wall. Not after reaching for your vibrator multiple times… 

“I think it’s about time I introduced myself,” he extends his hand and for the first time since he started talking, you look up. 

Ashy blonde hair frames his beautiful complexion. Brown eyes, staring right into yours, and his smile so beautiful, so inviting, it made your knees tremble. Before your knees gave in, you shook his hand. 

“I’m Jimin.” 

“Nice to meet you. I’m–” 

“I know, the prettiest girl in the building,” he kisses the back of your hand after whispering your name which makes you hot with wanton. 

Jimin knows perfectly the effect he has on people, but seeing the effect he has on you is different. The way your breath seems now heavier, your lips parted in shock, and oh your smell is so deliciously intoxicating. He can’t wait to have you. 

“See you around, pretty girl,” he walks to his door and you can’t even think straight. 

Nighttime comes and you find yourself eating a bowl of cereal and rewatching your favourite show. All of a sudden, you hear a loud thud on the wall, which immediately breaks your concentration. You pause the show and of course, you already know what it is. 

“Fuck! Just like that! Yes, yes!” you hear the muffled cries on the other side of the wall. When is this going to end? Should you say something? 

You pace back and forth in front of your door, trying to make a decision and in your two seconds of braveness, you gather the courage to walk next door. Your hand is about to knock when the door opens. 

“Oh!” the gorgeous girl exclaims. Beautiful dark skin, hazel eyes, and long legs. “See you around, Jimin.” She walks past you. 

Jimin waves goodbye and his eyes land on you. Flower-pattern pyjamas, fuzzy slippers, messy hair. 

“Is something wrong, pretty?” 

“I– you should try to keep it down…” you try not to look at his bare chest and his tattoo on display. Oh, the way you would lick–

“So you can hear through the wall,” he sounds surprised as if he couldn’t believe his plan worked. 

“Yes, and please… next time I would appreciate it if you, and your visitors, were a little bit less– you know,” 

“What if you are next? Would you keep it down?” 

“Excuse me?” 

He laughs, and you can tell he is enjoying this. 

“Good night, pretty. I love your pyjamas by the way,” he winks at you and closes the door. 

After a couple of days without seeing, or hearing, Jimin, you start to wonder if showing up like that outside his door was too much. You don’t want to overthink, but for you, it is important to have at least a decent relationship with your neighbours. 

It isn’t until after work that day that you come back to your flat and find a note on your door. 

I have no right, but I need a favour. Dinner at 8? I’ll bring everything. Btw, you’re gorgeous. 

Can't wait, 

Jimin x 

Fuck. 

You thought about not welcoming Jimin, after all, he is a stranger. But something about him just made you want to open yourself to him. Yes, you wanted him, so when he knocked on your door, you were already dolled up. You looked effortlessly put together. When Jimin came in and took a look at you, he scanned you up and down. 

“I knew it, the prettiest girl in the building… prettiest girl in the world,” he brought food and wine for both of you. It smelled really good and tasted even better. 

“So what is this about?” 

“First of all, thank you. My friend is visiting, so we’ve been going around the city these last few days– and now he met this girl… and you know, he wanted to invite her over before he leaves,” he laughs, sipping his wine. 

“Oh… I see,” you look down, trying to mask the awkwardness. 

“Also, I wanted to apologise for the— noise.” 

“It’s okay, apology accepted,” you smile. Jimin is way more friendly than you thought. He is easy to talk to, funny, and interesting. You can see why he has so many people fall for his charms. 

And then you both hear it– moaning so loud you could think there was some adult movie being filmed next door. It was intense, the skin slapping, muffled but clear enough to know what it was. 

Jimin turns to look at you, and he can’t help but laugh. 

“Oh pretty girl, this is what you were talking about–” 

“Oh no, this is worse,” you cover your ears but end up laughing at Jimin’s expression. 

“What, do you think they could hear us from this side?” 

Your eyes widen and you’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but now that the wine is in your system, you want Jimin even more. 

“I think so,” once again your tiny voice comes out. 

“Let me kiss you,” Jimin leans in and waits, so you pull him in. 

His lips are soft as you expect them to be, but his tongue is the root of all sin. It tastes so good against yours, teasing and sucking your bottom lip. He is hooked on the way you kiss him back, creating a dependence on the little moans you give him, enjoying every little second of such a passionate kiss. Your hands go to the back of his neck, lips locking with each other again and again, causing your arousal to start pooling between your legs. Fuck, what is it about Park Jimin? 

The moans can still be heard next door, but you don’t mind anymore as pieces of clothing are forgotten on the floor. 

“Shit– you’re fucking gorgeous, look at these tits,” he sucks and kisses your nipples, worshipping them as his fingers gather your arousal. 

His tongue circles your hard nipple as one of his fingers slides into you. You let out a long, pleading moan. You wanted this, for so fucking long you wanted him. The way your back is arched gives him better access to you. So now you are under his control, he fucked you with his finger as his precum leaked off his cock. What a fucking sight. 

Another finger goes in, and in your desperate state to cum, you reach to your clit and start playing with it just like you like it. 

“Is that how you played with yourself while eavesdropping on what was going on next door, pretty?” he asks, but you can’t answer. You are too lost in this raw, filterless feeling of sheer pleasure. 

Jimin slides his fingers out of you, making you cry in disbelief, you were so close. 

“I wanna have you right there, against the wall.” 

So with your hands against the wall and your back bent forward, he holds to your hips and aligns with your entrance. His cock thick and veiny enters you with ease. His hips snap into yours, and he pulls your head up by your hair. 

“Tell me pretty, how good does it feel?” 

“So–so… aaahhh, so good,” you cry, you moan. His cock is deep inside you, hitting just the right spot. It’s better than good. He has devil cock and you are sure gonna sin again and again for it. 

“You have no idea how many times I dreamt of having you like this… Every fucking time I wondered if you could hear me from here… your pussy is fucking perfect.” 

And it was in the way your warm walls hugged his cock so tightly he hoped you would beg for more after this. Jimin’s head begins to feel lighter and lighter and he can’t believe he is already about to cum. But how can he not if you are the fucking best. 

You can’t even hear how loud you’re being, all you are focused on is how deliciously Jimin stretches you out like you are meant to be fucked by him, only him. 

“Pretty girl, I am not gonna last long, you– you feel– you’re the best…” 

“Cum with me, please, please, I am so close,” and your words float in the air as Jimin fucks you just as you wanted until you are both cuming and crashing into such an intense orgasm, you see white and have to be held by him. His warm cum dripping down your legs, the sinful evidence of such a dirty but pleasurable deed. 

The moans next door have completely stopped and Jimin has already helped you to get you cleaned up. You both lie naked on your couch, his arm around you and you wonder how the fuck are you going to casually say hi to him again in the hallway. 

Jimin’s phone vibrates.

Jungkook: Shit, man. Couldn’t you let me have one night? One fucking night? 

Jimin: You were being too loud, and this girl’s is out of this world. 

You look at Jimin, exhausted, your eyes closing. 

“Should we make this a regular thing?” he asks. 

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a/n: this took me so so sooo long-- sorry... I had the biggest writer's block with this one. Jimin makes me nervous.

also... this is pure ✨fiction✨ hope you enjoyed it!

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[blindmagbrolena]

Ruiner ( m!reader )

18+ 2.8k incubus!homelander x m!reader. bottom homelander, extremely dubious consent, oral, comeplay/eating, riding, dirty talk, tail fucking, mild mindbreak, transformation, possessive behavior, marathon fucking, multiple orgasm, tail oral? mild breathplay, no refractory period.

After weeks of exhaustion, no matter how much sleep you get, you wake to a strange visitor in your bed. In a dark and honied voice, he promises you the pleasures found only in eternity.

m!reader version of this fic. written for monsterlander mania just wanted to ride incubus!HL riding cock and getting cum-drunk. 🖤 thank you so much @homeb0ys for this SICK edit of our incubus boy!

For weeks, your nights have been plagued by a strange restlessness. No matter how early you retire to bed, you wake up heavy and groggy. It’s as if you close your eyes for a second, and then instantly wake twelve hours later, as unrested as ever. By the time you go to bed tonight, you’re nearly in a state of delirium, collapsing atop the covers without bothering to change your clothes.

The sun hasn’t set yet, but your eyes are too heavy to stay awake. Your whole body aches in misery.

“Please, just one… One good night,” you plead, bordering on tears as you curl up, nuzzling into your pillow. You fall asleep almost instantly–as you always do–and pray to anyone or anything willing to listen that this time, you actually rest.

You’re not sure what time it is when you wake. Strangely, it’s still dark out. You can’t remember the last time you woke before the sun rose, too exhausted to imagine it. Your head lolls from one side to the other, seeking out the LED glow of your clock, but you can’t make out the numbers. They’re bleary, and to your misery, you’re still heavy with fatigue.

The weight is more than that, though. You don’t just feel heavy, you feel something upon you. In the dark, you can make out a shadow above you. You trace the silhouette with your eyes, which widen as you see two glowing crimson spheres returning your stare.

“Hey you,” the figure above you purrs in a low voice so deliciously warm and sweet, you swear you taste it on your tongue. “Really did a number on you, didn’t I? You’re just so damn… tasty,” the figure coos, leaning down into the dim light of the moon spilling into your room, allowing you to properly see who is speaking to you.

You see strong features. Pronounced cheekbones, a broad, flat nose bridge, and the second the light hits them, those eerie red eyes shift into a handsome endless blue. His head is topped with a clean sweep of golden blonde hair, and when he tilts it, you see the distinct curve of long, twisting black horns jutting out on either side of it. You feel a scream build in your lungs, but it stays there, tight and unescaping in your chest. You realize you can’t move. You can’t speak.

“But I can admit when I’ve gone overboard, okay? And since you’ve been so good to me, I’m gonna be good to you,” he tells you, dragging a single finger down the line of your throat. It’s clawed, you realize belatedly, and you hear it cut through your clothing as easily as shears through paper.

You try desperately to choke out something, say anything, but it’s as if your throat is being held in an invisible vice lock. You’re shocked you can breathe.

“Shshshhhh,” he hushes, warm hands pulling the shreds of clothing from your body. You know your room is cold, but all you can feel is the heat rolling from the body atop yours like a burning hearth given flesh. “Relax. It’s me. And we’ve had so much fun together, you and I,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. The contact sparks like a shock of electricity, making you gasp. With that jolt comes a flash of images one after another, the blurry edges of them falling somewhere between memories and dreams only half remembered.

You’ve been here before, felt the lick of this heat against your skin. Your own moans echo in your ears like a cacophony of overlapping instances of self. Every inch of your skin feels hot, like you’ve just been submerged in a scorching bath. Flashes of nights spent in the throes of ecstasy assault your mind, and at the center of it all, a pair of lucent rubied eyes.

“That’s it, see now. See how you’ve been mine all along,” he murmurs, lips brushing the hollow of your throat. His tongue drags a hot trail down your chest, dipping to the side, where he sucks a mark into the swell of your right pec. He pulls away with a soft pop, and kisses his way to your nipple. This time, you can feel the inhuman length of his tongue coiling around the sensitive hard bud like a serpent before you feel the pull of his lips sucking at you.

He takes your opposite pec in his clawed hand and massages it with his palm, coaxing more noises from you, more exquisite pleasure. The miasma of his presence is so overwhelming, you can feel it in the weight of the air. Every breath you take feels heavy in your lungs. Bit by bit every drop of panic drains from you, replaced by sweltering shameless enjoyment. The more you allow it, the better his hands feel. His mouth feels best of all, a wicked thing that makes your skin feel so good it burns.

He uses his knees to spread your legs, and that’s when you feel the touch of something thick between your thighs, dragging up the curve of your ass, curling around your rapidly hardening cock. It moves strangely, with articulate deftness that defies all expectation. You jolt, a moan escaping you as it strokes you.. “What is that?” You rasp, unsure of when you became able to speak again.

“Me,” he tells you, and the feeling disappears. A second later, you see an appendage rise up behind him. A tail, you realize. It’s as black as his horns, long and ridged on the top. The bottom reminds you of the belly of a snake, with smooth scales that layer seamlessly down. You watch, transfixed, as he brings it to his lips and opens wide, taking it into his mouth. You see just a flash of gleaming, sharp fangs. When the tail pulls away, it’s coated in a shiny, thick layer of saliva. 

It disappears, and you feel the pressure of it at your hole now, slowly and somehow painlessly easing you open, his saliva making it unnaturally slick. You feel each and every bump as it slips into you, firm but malleable. You writhe, letting out a jagged moan. You realize you can move when you reflexively grab onto his hair, though the knuckles of your right hand bump his horn. Instinctively, you take hold of his horn, giving it a sharp pull that makes him moan.

He pulls off of your nipple with a wet pop, both of which have grown tender under his attention. “More,” he encourages you, tilting his head to tug against your grasp. You comply, taking both of his horns into your hands and pushing his head down, down, down.

“Good, that’s good,” he growls, claws dragging tantalizing lines down your body, the sharpness of them drawing faint welts on your skin. He grabs your thighs and leans in to tongue the head of your aching cock, pulling another moan from you. “Take, sweetheart. Take as much as you want. Take like I take from you,” he says, words like an inferno breathed on the most sensitive part of you.

You swear you can feel strength returning to your body. Your eyes no longer burn with desire for sleep. For the first time in weeks, you truly feel awake again.

His tail pushes deeper inside you while his impossibly long tongue wraps around the length of your cock. You throw your head back and yank on his horns, back arching. You bounce your hips, fucking yourself down on his tail and up into his mouth. He laughs against you, humming in pure delight at the way you hold him in place, shamelessly using him for your mounting pleasure. The vibrations drive you steadily to the brink.

You feel feverish with need, sweat prickling your skin. His mouth feels silky and hot around you while the ridges of his tail make you writhe with every push and pull. You come hard, clenching down on his tail, legs tightening on either side of his head, yanking his horns hard enough that he makes a shuddering noise of pleasure against you, your cock buried all the way down his throat.

The euphoria is so intense that your vision turns white, but it doesn’t last. The waves fade out, and you’re left breathing heavily, wanting more. Your cock is still almost painfully hard in his mouth.

“More,” you voice immediately, even as your legs shake. He pulls off of you with a slurp and messily licks his lips, swiping his spit from his chin with his thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “I need more,” you say fervently.

He crawls up the length of your body like a stalking tiger, settling his weight overtop of you. He kisses you, licks the taste of sex and cinnamon into your mouth. His tongue curls around yours, pushing almost to the back of your throat. He breaks from you with a ragged breath. “You’ve kept me so well fed. Now it’s my turn to give you everything,” he vows, reaching down between your bodies. 

Your brows furrow, lips parting on a silent cry as you feel him take hold of your cock in a firm grip, and in one slow, continuous slide, welcome you into the tight, wet inferno of his body. He moans, holding you still while he takes every inch of you. 

“Been so fucking perfect for me. Beautiful cock always dripping for me before I even touch you. You want to feel like this forever, don’t you? But why be my pet when you could be my equal, hmm? I can make you like me,” he whispers, punctuating every word with a roll of his hips that brings you a little deeper each time. All the while, he’s still slamming his tail in and out of you. “And we’ll eat, fuck and live how we want for all eternity. Tell me that’s what you want.”

You keen, spreading your legs wider in an attempt to adjust to the girth of his tail. You nod eagerly. The last thing you want to do is leave this exquisite agony behind, return to the mundane monotony of your life beyond this burning perfection. 

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he coos, cupping the side of your face. The sharp claw of his thumb drags across your cheek, barely light enough not to break the skin. He rocks his hips greedily, alternating his pace with the slide of his tail, which only gets thicker the deeper he fucks you. “Before I have to break you… Tell me that you want me to keep you.”

You grip his shoulders, struggling for breath. You feel so unbelievably full as he fucks you, both taking him and taken by him, floating on the overwhelm of sensation, but you’re present enough that his words send a shiver down your spine. “Yes. Yes, I want you to keep me. I want you to be mine forever,” you say, not wanting to lose this again. You don’t want to forget. You don’t want him to stop. You’re addicted to this. To him.

He moans loudly, dipping back down to kiss you. He takes hold of your throat and pulls his tail almost all the way out before driving it hard back in at the same time he bounces on your cock, swallowing up your answering noises while he picks up a punishing pace, pounding you into the mattress hard enough that the whole bed shakes, headboard slamming against the wall.

“Fucking… tight,” he moans as you get closer to another climax, his voice frayed and eager as his tail twists inside you. “I won’t insult you by stopping when you come. I’m going to fuck you until I can taste your come inside me,” he growls, hips snapping harder with each word. The combination of his tight, wet hole and thick tail slamming into you causes the last tether in you to snap, and you’re coming again, dragging your nails up his back while he mercilessly pounds you into the bed. 

He’s just as unrelenting as he promised to be, growling into the crook of your neck. You gasp when he sinks his teeth into your skin, holding you in place and riding you like an animal until he, too, succumbs to his pleasure, his groan muffled into your flesh while a rush of heat splatters over your stomach, ribbons of it reaching all the way up to your chest.

You’re sure that’s the end of it.

You’re wrong.

He doesn’t stop thrusting. His cock is still hard where it bounces against your stomach, his lust insatiable as he grinds down against you. “No breaks for you,” he rasps, lapping at the bite he left at your neck. He dips further down to lick his own come from your chest. “This is your only purpose now.” 

He straightens up, arching his back to take you deeper, sinking his full weight down on you. You hear a noise behind him that sounds like tree branches snapping, and two enormous, leathery black wings unfurl from his back. His eyes glow like burning coals in the darkness. You give a shuddering moan as his tail slides out of you, reappearing over his shoulder.

He brings it right to your lips.

“Open,” he murmurs. You do, parting your lips and welcoming the silky slide of his tail on your tongue. He tastes like salt, sex and warm spices. Your eyelids flutter as you suck, moving your tongue greedily over the tip of it. He bows his forehead back down against your shoulder, moaning in your ear so hungrily that you realize it must feel good to him. You suck harder, and sure enough, he shudders, pinning you down by your shoulders while he fucks himself harder.

“Ffffuck, you’re so fucking good for me. Take me so good, feel so good inside me. Perfect cock for breeding every fucking hole. You’ll give me every drop, won’t you?” His rhythm never falters despite how ruined his own voice sounds. He pushes his tail deeper into your mouth, fucks your throat the same way he fucks himself on your cock, making it hard to breathe.

He comes again, dragging you over the threshold with that same intense clench of his body. You tremble all over, lightheaded from lack of oxygen. His tail slips from your lips only to be replaced by his thumb hooking the corner of your mouth. He peers inside, and his lips split into a wicked grin. “Good boy,” he rumbles, prying your mouth open wider, inspecting your teeth. Confused, you roll your tongue along your top teeth, and only then do you understand.

You have fangs.

Before you can express your disbelief, he kisses you again, rocking against you in comparatively leisurely thrusts, luxuriating in the soaking wet mess you’ve made of his hole, your own come spilling and wetting your lap and balls. “Just a little more, sweetheart, and you’ll be just like me. You and me? We’re gonna eat this whole fucking world alive.”

You lose track of how much time goes by. You lose track of how many times you come. How many times he comes. He fucks you until your hole and cock are both raw, and your voice hoarse. He kisses, licks and bites his way over every inch of you. It’s as if he desperately wants to devour you, and the only thing holding him back is his promise to keep you. 

You don’t have a single thought left in your head other than fucking him deeper, feeling more of him, tasting more of him. You’re so intoxicated by his perpetually tight, velvety hole that it’s made you stupid, focused only on the pleasure he has to offer you. It should hurt, you think, and yet all you feel is resplendent euphoria.

He changes you. You grow more than fangs; your nails turn to claws, and you can feel the weight of horns on your skull. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans, coming on you again, adding to the slick mess he’s left between your bodies. You feel his tail twist around yours. You scoop your fingers through the layer of come on your stomach, and he hungrily sucks them clean.

“So fucking perfect. I love you, I love you, I love you,” he chants deliriously, adjusting your body against his own as he starts to ride again. When his eyes aren’t red, they’re pitch black, pupils blown and cum-drunk.

The sun never does rise. You’re not sure that it ever will.

You don’t care, though. Not so long as you’re his, and he’s yours.

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #terato #monster romance #monster x human

[msmoony7]

New Beginnings

Summary: Y/N transfers to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny and finds herself intrigued by the quiet, sandy haired boy Remus Lupin.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader, reader not in a specific house

Word Count: 1.4 K

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

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You wake up in your bed to the sun shining and the birds chirping through your opened windows. You arrived late last night to Hogwarts and slept in a little later than you had liked; It was nearly lunch time. Classes are starting tomorrow, so you are planning to explore the castle a little before then to get used to your new surroundings. Transferring schools in your 5th year was difficult, so you were hoping to make the adjustment as easy as possible for yourself.

Since there are no classes today, you’re free to dress however you like. You opt for a pair of light blue jeans, black converse, and a blue sweater with some vertical stripes over your chest. You sit at your desk and do your usual makeup and hair routines before unpacking the rest of your things. First you unpack your records and record player. You put on your favorite album - The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars by David Bowie - while you finish unpacking. You got lucky and your dorm has a big bay window with a built-in seat with cushions and large bookshelves built into the wall around it, which is great for you due to your love of reading and insane collection of books. Your bed is in the middle of the room with a huge bed frame and blue curtains draping from the top. After you are all unpacked, you decide to make your way down to the Great Hall for lunch. 

You only have to stop and ask 6 kids along the way if you were going in the right direction. The ever-changing staircases made for a confusing walk there. But finally, you make it down the last set of steps and can see the Great Hall in the near distance. You’re about to turn into the hall when you stop in your tracks as you hear a great boom in the hall followed by smoke and yelling. You see a guy with long jet-black hair run past you first with a glasses wearing brunette on his trail, followed by a shorter boy with blonde hair.

“Come on, Moony, we’re gonna get caught!” you hear the first boy yell. You’re about to turn around to walk into the Hall and see what’s going on but before you could do so, you hear an “oh, shit” and as you turn fully around, are knocked to the floor by someone running full speed out of the hall. You hit the ground and lock eyes with a sandy haired boy who's laying fully on top of you. You’re staring at each other for a solid five seconds before the blonde boy yells at him. 

“Moony, hurry up! Snape’s coming!”

Moony, who you gather to be the boy currently laying on you, quickly helps you up, mutters a quick “sorry” and runs up the stairs to follow the other three boys. You can hear them muttering and making fun of him for falling onto you as they’re running away, and you see “Moony” trip again before all four boys disappear up the steps. Just as they disappear, a raven-haired boy with smoke and powder all over him storms out of the hall and up the steps. You make out that he must be Snape and that the explosion was definitely caused by those boys. 

You finally gather yourself and you see three girls standing by the doorway who must’ve watched everything go down. 

“Quite a tumble you took there. That’s Moony, he’s a klutz,” says a girl with dark, curly hair and a darker complexion, “My name’s Mary. Are you new here?”

“Yeah, my name’s Y/N, I just got here last night.

“Ahhh you’re American! I’m Marlene,” the second girl speaks up. She has blonde hair and a really cool vibe to her. 

“You can come eat with us, if you’d like. I’m Lily, by the way,” says the final red headed girl.

The four of you walk into the hall and you cannot contain your amazement at what you’re met with. The ceiling is the highest ceiling you’ve ever seen, and it’s enchanted to look like the sky. Unlike your old school, which had tables divided by the houses, this hall had numerous smaller rectangular tables so that you could sit with whomever you liked. The four of you grab a table and start eating your meal.

“Those boys are the biggest troublemakers in the school,” Mary says, “Always pulling pranks.”

“Yeah, we still love them though,” Lily replies.

“You more than others,” Marlene says to her as she nudges and winks at her.

Lily blushes in response, “James, the one wearing glasses, yeah, he’s my boyfriend. A real sweetheart. Unless you’re Severus, of course.”

“I take it that’s the boy that had all the smoke on him?”

“Yep, you’d be correct. The boys tend to overreact, but he really isn't a nice person. Steer clear of him,” Mary says.

“Noted. So, that guy, Moony, what’s up with him?”

“Ooooo, Y/N’s got a crush already?” Marlene snickers towards you, making you blush.

“Not a crush, but from our five second interaction, I think he’s pretty cute.”

“You should go for it,” Marlene says, “In all our years at Hogwarts, I don’t think I’ve seen him talk to girls that weren’t us for more than a minute. I’d say you have high odds.”

“Oh, I can’t do that. I’m too shy,” you contest.

“Well, that’s perfect! He’s pretty shy himself. What do you do in your free time?” Lily asks.

You list some of your hobbies for the girls, including reading, writing, and music.

“Well, aren’t you the perfect girl for him. He loves all those things. Tell me you like Bowie,” Mary says. You say nothing in response, shocked that they can read you so well, which causes the girls to yell. “You ARE the perfect girl for him. Come we’ll show you around the castle and then we’re sending you off to him.”

Before you can fight them on this, they’re pulling you around the castle showing you every nook and cranny. You’re grateful for this; You wouldn’t have been able to find your way around otherwise. They show you all the classrooms, take you on a tour of the grounds outside, up all the towers, and finally, you end the tour at the library.

“This is the library,” Lily says, “Since you like to read, I’m sure you’ll spend so much time here. Lucky for you, this is Moony’s favorite place! And if my calculations are correct, he should be in there right now. C’mon, let’s go find him!”

Lily is dragging you inside, and she’s a lot stronger than she looks. They drag you to the far back corner of the library in a hidden nook, revealing the sandy haired boy from before sitting on a couch, nose deep in a book. He doesn’t hear you guys approaching at first and once you guys are a few feet away from him, he pulls his head out of his book and looks up. He immediately locks eyes with you, causing both of you to blush. 

“Gotta go, bye!” Marlene says as she pulls Lily and Mary away from you, leaving you alone with the boy. The two of you still staring at each other, not knowing what to say. 

“Hi,” you say breathlessly.

“Hi,” he says back.

#harry potter #hogwarts #marauders #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #marauders aesthetic #marauders fanfiction #the marauders #marauders era #remus lupin oneshot #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin insert reader #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x fem!reader

[peachhcs]

I feel like will and Sammy were one of those friends that like took naps while cuddling, or maybe at any free time they would be together, sometimes they said flirty comments to each other and still be like “we are best friends, we would never like each other”

no, no we’re just friends | the wonder years

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

1.5k words

takes place fall of will’s first dev program year (samy is a junior) this was genuinely so fun to write. i added some more plot to it, i hope that’s okay, but keep sending in requests for the wonder years i love writing their younger dynamic!

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a weekend of no hockey games? not even traveling? those types of weekends were rare for the boys. 

they'd been on the move since the start of the season in august meaning two straight months of nonstop hockey every day, every week, every weekend. things were hectic–chaotic even—but they loved it. playing hockey everyday? it was the dream and so was finally getting to sleep in on saturday morning without worrying about waking up at ungodly hours for morning practice. 

the boys scattered themselves across the hughes family living room after a long night in ann arbor. what other way would they spend their free weekend besides driving an hour to samy's house where ellen welcomed them with open arms—secretly excited that her house was filled with people again. 

things were quiet now that the brothers were gone even though luke came back every weekend to do his laundry. 

samy excitedly showed them around the city she grew up in for most of her life with will chirping in every now and then with tidbits from the places he's visited. surprisingly, the boys were really into the museum of art by the university, especially ryan and drew. 

"no way someone painted that," ryan mumbled as their gazes stared up at the large 4 foot painting hanging off the wall. 

"i could do it better," aram shrugged earning a slap on the arm from jacob. 

"no you could not," the brunette muttered, shaking his head. 

the two began quietly bickering about who could paint better. will rolled his eyes before flicking over to briefly meet samy's gaze who lingered beside the blonde. she softly giggled at his friends' antics which resulted in a soft smile on the boy's lips. 

"i'd really like to see you guys try and paint," samy cut into their bickering as she led the way to the next painting. 

"you think we can't paint?" jacob raised his eyebrow at the girl. she only shrugged. 

"let's be real, you can't paint to save your life," ryan added with his own laughter. 

"uh, i can to. i took art classes my freshman year," jacob defensively crossed his arms. 

"ooh, so cool," ryan's mimicry voice made the group laugh. 

the banter didn't stop the entire time they were in the art museum. at least not until they made it to the natural history museum where the boys were really excited to look at dinosaurs. samy couldn't help but giggle as she watched the six boys hurry to see the t-rex up close. 

"how do you think they got it here?" gabe wondered. 

"a plane?" drew raised his eyebrow. the dark-haired boy smacked him on the arm, rolling his eyes. "smartass," gabe mumbled. 

"what's your favorite dinosaur?" will wondered over the commotion of the other guys. 

the girl's eyes slid to his, sparking some in the light while she thought about her answer. "good question. i really like rhinos. they don't have any in this museum though," she finally decided with a tiny smile. 

"didn't quinn buy you a rhino stuffed animal however many years ago?" the blonde asked. 

"he did! it was like my 7th birthday or something. i can't believe you remembered that," the youngest hughes chuckled. 

"only because i remember we sent you the nerf guns after being upset all summer that your brothers had them and you didn't," will informed making samy laugh again. 

"those were the best gift. i think we still have them in our basement somewhere, but i definitely lost all the..what do you call them? pellets?" the two shared another small laugh before the group headed to a different exhibit. 

after the museums, luke graciously met up with all of them and took them to dinner close to campus (but secretly ellen sent him money to pay for all eight of them because poor luke was a broke college student). the boys were definitely excited to see luke and they got him into a long conversation about hockey and what college was like. 

samy and will were at one at one end of the table where they immersed themselves in their own conversation again letting the others talk luke up because the two already saw him all the time. 

"happy there's no saturday practice tomorrow?" the brunette wondered, sipping on her lemonade. 

"mhm. i don't think i've really slept in since like..i moved here," will chuckled. 

"do you ever sleep in though? i'm pretty sure i always hear you awake at like eight in the morning with luke and jack at the lake house," samy raised her eyebrow which brought a flush to will's face. 

"you gotta get up early to hit the green," the boy argued referring to all the times they went golfing. 

"oh, right, right. how could i forget?" samy made a face. 

a small silence settled between them as their eyes drifted down the table where their friends excitedly talked with luke. something warmed in both of their chests seeing how well they everyone got along. samy really couldn't be more happier that will introduced her to these boys and seeing how much her brother loved them all too. will thought the exact same thing. 

the two years ahead were gonna be the best years. will knew it and so did samy. 

it was late when the group made it back to the hughes house. ellen and jim already had the air mattresses blown up meaning everyone immediately collapsed on sight after changing into pajamas. samy made herself comfortable beside will who briefly scrolled through his phone. the girl had a small cup of ice cream in her hand, quickly offering some to the blonde. 

"mm love rocky road," will hummed as he took the bite. 

"i know we have the same taste," the brunette giggled. she fished around for the remote before turning the tv on the lowest setting and flipping to some random movie playing. 

the girl stretched out, letting her eyes grow sleepy. her head dipped onto will's shoulder making the boy flush briefly before he hooked his arm around her own shoulders. this wasn't abnormal for the two, especially after the past summer. they'd become a lot more touchy with one another, always poking and prodding—so a head on the shoulder as samy fell asleep wasn't something the two thought twice about. 

not until the morning where they were in the same position except samy's head fell more onto will's chest with one of her arms spread out across his torso. the guys woke up before they did and ryan was the first one to notice the sleeping pair curled up on the couch together. 

"dude, look," the brunette nudged drew's shoulder who slowly sat himself up while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

"are we sure smitty doesn't like her?" drew mumbled with a tiny snicker. 

"he's gotta or something. i mean look at them!" ryan exclaimed. 

all of the guys were still in denial about will saying he didn't have feelings for samy and never has. they were literally staring at the two asleep together. gabe, aram, and jacob woke up a few minutes later hearing ryan and drew's voices. 

"why are you guys talking so damn loud?" aram grumbled. 

"look at smitty and hughesy," ryan urged his friends. the other three shifted their gazes towards the sleeping pair and they immediately understood what the fuss was about. 

"damn. if i didn't know any better.." jacob trailed off earning laughs across the group. 

"should we wake them up?" gabe asked as ryan took some pictures on his phone for later use whenever will wanted to try and deny his feelings. 

"i think your voices were loud enough.." samy's eyes fluttered open. the boys immediately quieted down, but the smirks didn't disappear on their faces. 

samy slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. will shifted against the couch, his own eyes opening up too. 

"good morning love birds," ryan sang. 

"oh this again," samy playfully rolled her eyes. 

"what do you mean this again? you guys were literally cuddling," aram pointed out and all of the guys nodded in agreement. 

"and?" the girl raised her eyebrow, gazing over at will briefly who was now fully awake. 

"and? y'all are acting like a couple!" ryan exclaimed again. 

samy and will instantly bursted into laughter which left the boys silent and confused. 

"no, no we're just friends," the brunette got out through her laughter. 

"friends don't cuddle," drew cut in. 

"yes they do. i cuddle with my friends all the time. you guys are just afraid to," samy argued, pushing herself off the couch. she looked down at will for confirmation. he saw the guys' looks, knowing exactly what they were thinking. 

"come on, we're just friends. it's nothing," the boy agreed with samy. 

"exactly, thank you. can we stop making a big deal out of it and get breakfast?" the boys looked between the two for a few more seconds before deciding to drop the subject for now, but still not believing a word either of them said. 

#hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith hockey #samy x will #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan #will smith fluff #will smith hockey fluff #the wonder years #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #jacob fowler #drew fortescue #aram minnietian

[carolina-in-love]

Does your mother know?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader.

Tags: 18+ Only, Smut, Age differences.

Word Counts: 5k

A/N: Nonnative English speaker, sorry if there is a typing error, inspired by the song by abba.

The music was loud, the disco was warm, everyone was sweating, dancing, moving their hips to the rhythm of the music, there were drunks as well as sober people, all singing loudly to the song, most of them dancing between couples, rubbing each other's bodies, a hot atmosphere.

"I'll go ask for a glass of water, I'm really thirsty." I shouted to my friend hoping she heard me over the loud music.

"What!" she shouted back.

"I'll be right back!" I shouted back, she just smiled at me and gave me the thumbs up, as she went back to dancing with an unknown man.

A short dress for the night out, and also a cool one, it was not one of those that caused me warmth, but given the atmosphere around me, it seemed that it did.

I approached the bar, sitting in one of the free seats, one of the few that were left.

"A glass of water please."

The bartender looked at me and smiled, quickly offering me a glass of water with an ice cube or two in it.

I took a drink from the glass; a sip was enough to notice how hot the atmosphere was.

A bar for people over 21 years old, how had I snuck in? A fake ID, it was very simple, the guards had doubted to let me pass -you look like a child- was their excuse, and although I didn't look like a child, today was my 19th birthday, according to me, so I had to have a good time.

My friend had been the one who had the idea of entering a famous bar for seniors, saying that it was more fun, to which I accepted, she had taken care of everything, even the fake IDs.

But I clearly noticed that the people in this place were older people, adult people, clearly not under 21, and not older than 30, or at least I hoped so.

The seat next to me, which was empty, had been occupied by a man, his hair was a little long, but not long enough to go past his shoulders, his hair was slightly curly, the color a dirty blond, a dark blond, part of his hair reached his forehead, his skin was white, a characteristic scar that passed by his right eye, and it was necessary to describe the color of his eyes, a light blue, that although the place was dark and the only thing that managed to illuminate were the colored lights, those blue eyes were easy to notice.

I turned my head to the side, avoiding looking at him more than necessary, I did not want to generate misunderstandings, but if they were with him, I think they would be worth it, I let out a laugh at the thought of attraction to a stranger that I had been having.

I was able to see my friend from afar, who was dancing with a boy she had just met a moment ago, clearly, he was also older, like the others.

"What are you doing here all alone?"

The attractive man sitting next to me had spoken to me, I had heard him clearly, as if there was no music playing at the party.

I turned my head in his direction, getting a better look at his face, now he was facing me, so I could see the features of his face better, the voice you hear is the kind of voice you expect to come out of him.

"Resting for a moment." I let out trying not to stutter in the attempt. He was so handsome that it simply left me nervous.

I noticed how he looked at my eyes, his gaze lowered slightly to then come back up to my eyes, he let out a laugh, which, although I had not heard it, the quick movement of his chest up and down had been enough to notice that it was a laugh, he smiled slightly showing his teeth, a perfect set of teeth.

That laugh had caused a flutter in my stomach.

"You look a little young to be in this place." He let out a laugh again. "A little young to be looking for this kind of fun."

Had he noticed?

"I don't think I'm that young." Bullshit, it was a clear lie, couldn't he have thought of a better excuse?

The bartender reached him two small glasses, two shots, grabbed one in his hand and offered it to me. Although it wasn't a good idea to accept it, taking the fact that he is a stranger, a handsome stranger, the thing was, I didn't drink alcohol very often so I would end up getting used to the strange sensation of swallowing it.

I accepted the shot he was offering me, lightly brushing his fingers with mine as I grabbed the small glass, generating a slight blush on my face, he grabbed the other one that was on the table, and moved it slightly in my direction indicating me to drink with him.

Which I did in one drink, the drink wrinkling my face slightly at the strange sensation of alcohol entering my body, shaking my head slightly to the side in disgust. Again, he had let out a laugh.

"You're so cute, are you sure your mother knows you're here?" he said with a laugh.

"I didn't catch your name." I said smiling with my lips, moving up my shoulders slightly, trying to avoid the topic he wanted to talk about.

"I didn't get yours either." The boy leaned his elbows on the bar table. "Anakin."

A beautiful name, for a handsome man.

"Nice to meet you Anakin." I told him my name after mentioning his name, I extended my hand, opening my palm, trying to get us to squeeze hands.

Anakin, looked down at my hand, and laughed again closing his eyes slightly at the action, I tried to push my outstretched hand away, but he grabbed mine quickly.

His hand was huge, a little rough sure, but very big, and they were warm, compared to mine, which were cold after the grip of the glass of ice. Again, my stomach fluttered, were they butterflies? I wouldn't be surprised; I have God himself holding my hand.

"Your first time here?" now his voice came slightly raspy out of his mouth.

"Yes, even though I don't think it will be my last." If coming back here meant meeting him again, clearly, I'd be back.

"Don't you think?" Quick, a lie.

"I like to dance at parties, it's fun." Although it wasn't a lie, it was a clear invitation that he could dance with me on the dance floor, I smiled again, but this time going so far as to show my teeth in the smile.

"Well, I can dance with you honey, if you think it's fun."

The nickname - honey - had clearly caused another flutter in my stomach, and had also given me courage, but the drink that Anakin had invited me to, had also had a bit of an effect.

I stopped sitting in the chair and stood up, standing in front of him, he looked tall, even though he was sitting, I grabbed one of the hands that were in the air due to the support he had on the table, and pushed him towards me.

I was not strong, but he willingly stopped sitting and stood up, reinforcing the grip on my hand.

Now that he was standing, the height difference was noticeable, though the height wouldn't stop me from dancing with him.

I pulled him to the center of the dance floor.

Clearly the drink he had given me had given me the confidence to start dancing, moving my hands slightly up from my head, still with one of Anakin's hands next to mine.  The free hand I ran it up my body, passing lightly over my navel, followed by my chest, for a moment my shoulder, and finally my hand in the air, moving it from side to side.

I was really trying, I was trying to flirt with him, he was a good catch, and I certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity that he had started the conversation.

The atmosphere was now warmer, and the music also accompanied it.

I moved my hands to his shoulders, placing one hand on each side, lightly caressing his shoulders, reaching around the back of his neck with my hands, and bringing them together.

Anakin put his hands around my waist, wrapping them completely around it, pulling me closer to his body, my eyes colliding with his. I was moving my hips, back and forth, not roughly, gently, and with what he wanted, seductively.

He let out a laugh again, moving his head slightly to the side, biting his lower lip in the process.

"I know what you're trying to say with what you're doing." Anakin spoke in a voice that, to me, was seductive, causing me to become even more horny and nervous about kissing him.

"Yes? What am I trying to tell you?" I tilted my head slightly, raising one of my hands to the back of his neck, touching his hair and drawing his head up to my height, Anakin bringing one hand up staying on my back at the level of my breasts, lightly squeezing my dress, along with my skin.

"Sweetheart, you're just a child to do this." Our bodies had moved a little closer together, my chest colliding with his body, my dress had ridden up slightly in the face of the dance.

He had no doubt noticed, bending down a little towards my body, reaching his hand down, grabbing the edge of my dress and pulling it down, bringing it up to where it should be.

"Are you sure your mother knows you are out?" he asked again, returning to the position we were in before.

"Will you stop asking about my mother?" I was sick of the tension generated, it was so much, I just wanted to kiss him. "We can talk quietly." I replied, with a flirtatious tone.

"I can flirt with you if you want." Anakin had now moved his head closer to mine, our foreheads meeting, breaths colliding.

The approach causing me to bring forward my chin, trying to kiss him, and him pulling away at the attempt.

"Take it easy honey, this isn't the way." The smile had disappeared from Anakin's mouth, still holding our foreheads together, indicating to me that the action I had taken had not made him uncomfortable or upset him.

"What's the right way?" I responded by moving my hips a little more in the dance, bumping my body more into his. He pulled his forehead away, bringing his mouth close to my ear.

"Be patient, slow and easy." Breath had reached my ear, causing me to shiver, Anakin placed a light kiss on the center of my ear.

Again, with our gazes facing each other, Anakin placed a hand on my cheek, bringing his lips to mine, finally doing what I had been waiting for since I had seen him.

Our lips collided, slightly moving our heads to the opposite side of each other at times, enjoying different angles of our lips. The hair on the back of his neck wrapped around the fingers of my hands, and Anakin's hands caressing the back of my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I felt his wet tongue run along my lower lip in the middle of the kiss, causing me to give way to the wet kiss. Slightly opening my mouth, a little wider to the kiss, and he likewise, a dance between our mouths, our spittle mingling in the process.

His mouth had the taste of alcohol and cigarettes, though also a minty flavor.

The kiss had become wetter, so much so that we had stopped dancing in the center of the dance floor, just concentrating on kissing, my stomach fluttering at his actions, my heart beating faster at the caresses that went from my hip to my waist, and from my waist to my hip, him being careful not to lift my already short dress too much.

My hands running over his hair, my eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling of excitement that ran through my body.

The meeting of our lips from time-to-time parting to catch my breath, and rejoin them. Anakin broke away from the kiss, giving me a kiss on the corner of my lips, bringing his lips to my ear, too, leaving a kiss on this one.

"Well beautiful, will you tell me how old you are?" Leaving another kiss on my ear, and lowering his head slightly, leaving another kiss on my neck, and another, and another, and another, and another, now kissing my shoulders uncovered by the dress.

"Almost twenty..." I said biting my lip at the little lie blurted out.

"Almost?" he repeated in a husky voice.

"I just turned nineteen." Forcing my grip on her neck a little tighter, hoping he wouldn't pull away from me.

"Well, that's too young for me." He bent down slightly again, grabbing the end of my dress again, pulling it down again. "I'm 26." Anakin had stopped leaving kisses on my neck, now just resting his forehead to mine.

"Age is not an issue." I said.

"You don't know what exactly you want."

"We can try, and I can tell you what I don't want, though I doubt it, because I want everything from you, Ani." I looked at his lips, they were thick, and now a little more so because of the swelling from kissing.

"If you give me permission, with pleasure." His thick voice resonated again.

We brought our lips together again, this time going straight for the wet, bringing our bodies again, our lips, bringing our tongues together, bringing our tongue together, bringing saliva together, and hallelujah that music was loud, the sound generated by the kisses we were giving each other, they were constant.

I was hot, my center was hot, my whole body was hot.

We stopped kissing to take a breath, really narrowly and we were eating each other's mouths out again.

"We haven't danced much." I blurted out right after we broke away from the wet kiss.

"Well, we should honey." In straightened my arms on her shoulders, moving my hips back into the rhythm of the music, trying to bring the horniness down.

We slipped back into the rhythm of the music, I turned my body, turning my back to him, bumping my ass into his crotch, raising my arm over my shoulder and capturing Anakin's neck. Bringing his head close to mine, moving my ass to the beat of the music, him wrapping one arm around my stomach, the other staying on my hip, guiding me to his rhythm, moving our pelvises in time.

Anakin left a kiss on my ear again.

"Beautiful what do you say if we go someplace more private?" He had stopped moving his hips, and keeping a grip on my hip preventing me from moving., I nodded my head looking up at him.

"Just let me tell my friend."

"I'll walk you over." Anakin grabbed my hand, loosening his grip around my stomach and hip.

I walked in the direction of my friend, who was still sober, and dancing with the same boy, walking up to her.

"I saw you, you can go, but don't forget to send me your location, do it now." She walked away from the boy she was dancing with.

I was sending my real time location to her chat.

"You're in charge, it's not that I don't trust you, maybe I do, I don't know you, but be careful with her." She said then looked at me with a smile and said goodbye to me.

"Your apartment is giant." I mentioned, we had left in his car, every time it was a red light, Anakin didn't avoid putting his hand on top of my leg and squeezing it lightly, and the occasional moment to steal a kiss from me.

The ride had not been uncomfortable, counting his kisses and that we had generated conversation. Anakin had gotten me into his house first, and him passing then, locking up, walked toward me.

"But I didn't really come to admire where you live." I turned to walk over to him, and kiss him again.

My horniness hadn't let up at any point, I was still just as horny as at the party, and no doubt the kissing in the car didn't help, let alone the pressing on my leg.

Anakin circled my waist then put his hands on my legs, slapping them, indicating for me to jump. Anakin lifted me up, hanging me on his neck, my legs around his hips, still kissing.

Without the music in the background, you could now hear how lewd the sounds we were making as we kissed, his tongue meeting mine, and taking a ride on my mouth. I broke away from the kiss, giving him a kiss on the corner of his lips, leaving another kiss on his marked jaw, and moving down the side of his neck, starting to kiss different areas of it, sucking, biting, trying to leave marks, he started walking, to where I guessed was his room, a thick sound came from his throat, telling me he was on a good path, so I went back to kissing his neck, sucking on a specific part.

Anakin let go of my legs, causing me to rest my feet on the floor, separating himself from me, and taking off the top part of his clothes, revealing his well-marked abdomen, his muscular, well worked body.

He took off his shoes, then put a hand on my waist, him sitting on the corner of the bed and pulling me towards him, he spread my legs apart with his hands, prompting me to climb onto the bed on my knees, sitting on his lap, my legs on either side, my nucleus colliding with his crotch.

Anakin let out a sigh before kissing me again, another wet kiss beginning.

His hands were on my legs, caressing them and slowly moving up my dress, squeezing my thighs in the process, moving his hands a little further, circling my ass cheeks and squeezing them, wrapping his large hands around them. He broke away from the kiss, starting to kiss me on my neck, biting and sucking, in a totally different way than me, my chest rising and falling at the excitement, I opened my mouth slightly, letting out a moan.

Causing Anakin to move my ass back and forth, generating friction between my body and his cock. Pushing my ass down, trying to make the friction deeper.

"Fuck." Anakin let out a moan again. "Can I take off your dress, beautiful?"

"Take off what-ahh" I let out a moan. "Whatever you want." I let out another moan, the friction touching my pussy, making me hungry for more.

Anakin stopped kissing my neck, untying the lace at the back of my dress, finally lifting my dress all the way up my body, pulling it off over my head. In the face of a hot day, it really was annoying to wear a bra. Anakin looked down at my bare breasts, cupping them in his hand, his thumbs playing with my nipples.

"Move over baby." He released one hand to bring it to my ass, indicating for me to move my hips, for us to rub more.

He again directed his hand to my breast, both of them playing with them, kneading them, squeezing them, raising them and making them sensitive, them becoming pointed, and finally bringing his mouth to the left nipple, completely surrounding it with his mouth, sucking, licking in circles and biting the erect nipple, then switching to the other nipple, and repeating the same process, the breast walking unattended from his mouth, not walking free, being kneaded by his hand, and the nipple being pinched.

"Anakin-" I tried to say his name between moans, I couldn't formulate a word at how good it felt to be treated this way by Anakin, I couldn't find words to describe it.

I moved my hips again, my already wet underwear rubbing against his pants, feeling his cock already hard, excited cock.

He couldn't seem to get enough of sucking on my breasts, taking turns getting equal attention. I brought a hand to his chin, pulling it away from my breast, watching a line of saliva coming out of his mouth meeting my nipple.

He lifted his head and kissed me again.

I ran my hands down his chest, caressing his abs, feeling the lines marked by exercise, the occasional scar, reaching to touch the start of his pants, slipping my hands in, feeling the bone of his pelvis.

I touched the latch of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

Anakin raised his hips slightly, pulling down his pants along with his underwear in one pull. Bringing his already erect member into view, saliva generated in my mouth at the sight of it.

It was larger than average, but also the body of the member was thick, becoming a little thinner at the tip, veins adorned his erect penis, pubic hair peeking out at the base of his cock, a blond color a little lighter than his hair. Due to his erection his penis was pointing towards his body.

Holding his member, I wrapped my hand around it, raising and lowering my hand slightly, my thumb caressing the tip, already sensitive to my touch. Anakin let out a hoarse moan, leaning back on the bed with his hands, pulling back his head, lifting his chin.

I kissed his jaw, which caused him to quickly lower his head, level with mine, kissing me again. He moved his hands to my ass again, wrapping them around my ass, amassing them again, bringing his fingers a little closer to my center from the rear.

He pulled the underwear that still concealed my center to the side, the cold lightly bumping against it. Lightly caressing my center, keeping him from missing anything, moving all around and touching my center, rubbing and moving his fingers with ease due to the wetness already generated by my excitation.

"You're already wet for me aren't you angel?" He spoke in between the kiss.

I felt him slip the tip of his index finger into my hole, causing a moan from me, I let go of his member, stopping stroking it, resting my hands on his shoulders. It's not that I didn't want to touch him, I also wanted to make him feel pleasure, but the way he was touching me was really exciting, I closed my eyes as I felt him move a finger inside me, pull it out and put it in.

"Believe me the next one you can do that honey, but right now I want to make you feel pleasure." He stopped stroking my center, returning to rest his hands on my ass. "So, do me a favor and remove this unnecessary piece of clothing."

I got up from his lap, no longer sitting on him, standing up, Anakin grabbed the ends of my underwear, quickly pulling my underwear down my legs, he pulled me close to him, him placing a light kiss on my belly button, hugging my hip with his arms.

He spun in one swift movement, causing me to lay on my back on the bed, him finishing removing my pants completely, he lifted one of my legs, kissed my heel, then my calf, generating a path of kisses down to my inner thighs, slowly opening my legs to reach my center, my legs going up his shoulders resting on those, his wavy hair causing me to tingle that I could easily ignore, I felt his breath on my center.

"May I?" his voice no longer sounded thick, it now sounded soft and sweet to my ears, I nodded my head looking up at him his head in the middle of my legs. "I can't do anything unless you tell me with words."

"Touch me Anakin."

Instantly he kissed the mound of my center, causing me to moan, he left another kiss on my clit and then all over my folds, gradually opening his mouth a little wider to take in more space, his hands resting on my ass, still massaging it.

I felt a straight lick at my center, his tongue began to run all over, then just lingering on my clit, moving it in a circle and pressing it gently, at this point, my moans were louder, saying his name from time to time.

The lewd sound of his tongue playing with the saliva he had left on my center, the sucking sound he made as he felt my fluids leaving my center, that kind of sound generated great satisfaction.

I felt him lower his head slightly, to the height of my hole, gently caressing it with his tongue, then inserting it slowly and torturously, with the tip of his nose resting on the top of my center, this one still getting wet before the liquids distributed a moment ago. The intruder had a hot, wet temperature, moving it freely inside, bringing one of his hands to my upper center, massaging my clitoris as he thrust his tongue in and out of my hole.

The satisfaction generated by the oral he was giving was enough for me not to hold on too long, to cum instantly, I felt my lower stomach contract, my center contracting, giving warning of an orgasm.  I moaned louder in the process, Anakin without missing a beat, bringing me to orgasm.

I hunched my back at the sensation of pleasure, squeezing my legs together, capturing his head in the process, yet he was still over stimulating my clitoris now with his mouth.

He pulled away from my legs, coming back to my height, bringing my arms around his shoulders again, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck.

"Are you sure you want to do this little girl?" he parted my legs, him positioning himself in the middle of them.

"You just saw me as I came into the world, you even did more." He had hair falling down his forehead, so I stroked his hair, brushing it back in the process, freeing his face from any disturbance.

I pulled him to me, pushing him to the side, reversing places, now him leaning on the bed, and me on top of him. Sitting on his lap I rubbed his dick against my wet core, rubbing my clit in the process.

Anakin moved to the side, opening the drawer of the table next to his bed, pulling out the envelope of a condom. He opened it with his hand, and pulled out the balloon, placing it on his member.

I lifted my hips, Anakin grabbed his penis, lining it up with my entrance, I began to slowly lower myself down.

The tip inside me in itself was already enough, it was thinner compared to the rest of his member, feeling my entrance slowly expanding before the new intruder.

Anakin put his hands on the sides of my hips, pushing them down slowly, my pussy hitting the base of his member, feeling Anakin's pubic hair lightly touching my center.

I was dilated enough to let him in quietly, though stretching in the process, it didn't really hurt.

Anakin started kissing me.

"You're tight." He said letting out a raspy yet soft moan.

"Maybe you're the big one here." I replied in a moan, stroking his blond hair.

"That's a compliment." He moved his lips to my neck, sucking on each kiss he gave.

I began to move, back and forth for a moment, feeling his member move inside me, lightly feeling the veins his penis had. I raised my hips, lowering them instantly, bouncing on his lap, feeling his penis move in and out of my entrance. Anakin kissed my breasts, biting one, sucking it again.

"You feel so good... You're so perfect, so beautiful." My breasts were level with his face, moving in rhythm with my movements, Anakin looked up, his blue eyes looking directly at me. "You're so cute."

I had my mouth slightly open at the moans coming out of my mouth, looking down, watching Anakin give attention to my breasts, it felt so good, if teeth squeezing my nipples from time to time, feeling the same suction he was doing on my neck.

Anakin suddenly moved his hips, he too pushing into me, feeling his cock pushing further in than it was already going in, I felt like I was touching heaven.

"Oh for..." I tried to speak. "Ani-" My voice came out clipped at the satisfaction.

"My name sounds so good in your mouth." Anakin shifted positions with me, still joined, we returned to the position from a moment ago, he was between my legs, hoisting them over his shoulder. "Shit."

The lewd sound had returned as well, this time sounding the liquids clashing between our crotches, the sound of our skins hitting, Anakin increasing the speed and roughness as he thrust into me.

His member reaching to touch my cervix at the force of the thrust, his testicles colliding with my ass cheeks, I pulled back my arms, gripping tightly the pillow on which my head was resting that I had just noticed, his name coming out louder from my mouth, or at least the attempt to pronounce it.

Anakin grabbed one breast as he thrust, pinching the nipple, stretching it. The other hand sucking his thumb then bringing it to my center, stroking my clit with his thumb wet from his saliva, he kept ramming hard, even harder than before, so I held onto the sheets to keep my body from rising too high.

I felt the contraction in my lower stomach again, closing and tightening my entrance to the constant thrusts at my entrance and the caresses on my clitoris.

I spoke his name louder.

"Anakin I-"

"Cum, sweetheart." The contraction was much stronger than the first orgasm, much, much stronger, Anakin thrust into me for a moment, but his penis was ejected.

Feeling the orgasm too strong, a liquid coming out of my entrance, but in a strong way.

"Shit-" He repeated again, thrust his penis in again, ramming twice, pulling his member out again, and me expelling the strange liquid again.

He thrust his penis in again this time stopping pulling it out as he had a moment ago, already over stimulated feeling another orgasm coming at the sudden strong thrusts.

"I don't think-hold on any longer beautiful." He stammered in mid-sentence.

The thrusts were less steady, the rhythm of them becoming inconsistent, one thrust, a hoarse moan coming from Anakin's mouth, another irregular thrust staying a little longer inside me, and the last thrust, harder than the others, staying completely inside me, feeling the contractions of his legs under me, his testicles spasming.

Anakin lifted my hips, changing position again, putting me on top of him, sitting on top of him, him leaning back against the head of the bed. His chest rising and falling, our breaths matching. He rested my head on his shoulder, me breathing on his neck.

He lifted a little his ass, to pull his member out of my entrance, taking off the condom and making a knot in it. He raised his hands and threw the condom into a trash can.

I let out a laugh at the action he did, hugging his neck.

Anakin wrapped his arms around my waist, caressing my skin with his fingertips, our warm bodies together, and a little wetness between them.

"Can you write your number on my cell phone? I'd regret not talking to you later." Anakin said, giving me a kiss on the top of my head, or what he could reach because I still followed with my head resting on his neck.

"Impossible for me to leave here without leaving you something to contact me about." I said in a whisper, causing Anakin to let out a laugh.

"How did you get into the place? As far as I remember it's for over 21..."

"The important thing is that I met you." Trying to avoid the topic of conversation.

"Don't try to avoid the topic I'm much older than you."

"Don't avoid the topic we can try anyway." Anakin's chest rose at another released laugh.

"If your parents don't kill me trying." Anakin lowered his hands a little, repositioning himself back on my ass, caressing it again.

"It's not like we didn't fuck just now, plus they trust me too much to let me out without warning."

"So your mother really doesn't know you went out." Anakin lowered his hand further, again stroking my center lightly. I kissed his neck again, sucking in different sectors at times. "I can't get enough of this."

Tonight would be long, and certainly the best of birthdays.

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can i request for a scenario where suguru is still good and brings mimiko and nanako to school, where he trains them together with satoru and guardian fem!reader, megumi and tsumiki? it would be cute all together and happy

A/N: HI THANK U ILY I am not 100% sure this is what u wanted but I just had this idea and ran with it also it was so fun to write a NOBODY IS DEAD WE ALL ARE HAPPY AU.

CW: Swearing? Fluff? Happy ever after kinda AU

Summary: The kids get to play with their cousins, Nanako and Mimiko.

“AUNTY Y/N!” Echoed across the field, the two high-pitched voices were only amplified by their excitement.

“Girls! Hi babies!” You kneel and scoop them both into a big squeezy hug.

“Where’s Uncle ‘Gogo?” The blonde girl asks. They both began calling your boyfriend Gogo when they were both only 3, and it stuck.

“He’s inside with your cousins! Where’s your papa?” You ask, wiping a smudge of chocolate off the dark-haired girl’s face.

“He went to go find Uncle ‘Toru, he has ‘Miki’s birthday present. Look what we got!” They cheer as both take out stuffed toys, one a ladybug and one a butterfly.

“Oh, they are so beautiful! Do they have names?” You ask, taking each girl by their tiny hands and walking inside to find the two men.

As you round the corner, you see them both smiling and laughing together, a huge box wrapped in yellow paper between them.

“UNCLE GOGO!” Your hands are left empty as the two girls barrel toward their favourite uncle (only uncle), he immediately scoops them both up onto his shoulders and spins them around, so you make your way to the other man.

“That is an exceptionally large box for a 9-year old’s birthday present, Suguru.” You raise your eyebrows at him, only to be met with a smirk.

“You’re the only good thing that came in a small package, Y/N/N.” He laughs, throwing a languid arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Do you guys have fun seeing your parents this weekend?” You ask.

“The girls did, I think my parents can’t see me when the girls are around.” He huffs a laugh, the Geto parents absolutely dote on the two girls.

“NANA! MIMI!” Another young girl voice nearly deafens you all.

Tsumiki and Megumi come into the room to see you all, after you had sent them to wash up after playing outside for so long.

“So, fucking loud.” Came a grumpy grumble from the 8-year-old Megumi.

“‘Gumi, remember what I said about swearing.” You chastise.

“Only do it at home or if someone’s being a real dickhead.” He recites your rule.

“Hey lil’ man, what’s up?” Suguru asks, ruffling the boy's hair.

“Eh, not much. I can summon Toad now.” The boy shrugs, he liked his Uncle Suguru – he was pretty chill.

“Nice one, kid. Show me later? If that’s okay with your mama?” Your brother-in-all-but-blood asks.

“Fine by me, I promised the girls I’d make them all their favourite flowers anyway. So, we can all have lunch outside?” You ask.

You turn around to find your boyfriend levitating with all three girls.

“It’s like having another kid. Can everyone help me take some food outside so we can have Tsumiki’s birthday picnic?” The kids each took a plate of stuff and then the two grown man children started a competition of who could carry the most plates, to which you quickly put a stop to – they invite disaster and usually you are an equal agent of their chaos, but you worked hard on this party food, goddamit.

Satoru then grabs the bag of gifts and Suguru takes his giant box.

As you’re all situated on the blue and white gingham picnic blanket you light the ‘9’ candle on the strawberry cake your adopted daughter requested. You all sing happy birthday to her, and she blows out the candle with a big huff. Megumi rolls his eyes, as if he wasn’t equally excited last December when it was his turn. He’s like Nanami, you think, acts all cool and indifferent but is actually a total teddy bear.

“Wanna open your gifts, ‘Miki?” Suguru asks.

She begins to unwrap them, Nanami had sent her the box set of Nancy Drew books, Utahime got her a cute heart shaped purse with her name on it, Yaga had made her a doll that dances to music and Shoko got her a Nerf Rebelle Bow and Arrow set – with a note that said, ‘now you can match your mom, aunty Koko’. Next was the twins, Nanako produced a gift bag with a set of hair chalk in loads of colours that Tsumiki made you promise you’d do for all the girls and Satoru later on. Mimiko got her a Tamagotchi in blue, her favourite colour.

Next up was her brother, Megumi was a fiery red and grumbled out a barely comprehensible’Happy birthday Tsumiki.’ This was truly a testament to how much he loved his sister, because for Megumi this was the equivalent of a gushing profession of sibling love and bond. He slid a pizza sized box at her to which she opened in delight to find a 160-piece art set. He had insisted on using his own pocket money for the gift, and you just melted. Tsumiki was a talented artist, and it was by far her favourite hobby. She couldn’t contain her excitement and tossed her arms around her brother (who looked surprisingly happy at this sudden affection).

“Cmere, doll. Open mine next.” Said Suguru, pushing the large box to her.

She rips open the paper and once again, squeals.

“A SKATEBOARD?!?! THANK YOU SO MUCH UNCLE SUGU!” She threw her arms around his hips, the man almost as tall as Satoru who was practically a giant to the kids.

“Mama, dad – look! It’s blue!”

“What?! That’s so awesome ‘Miki! Now you can come skating with me and Uncle Sugu!” Satoru adds, equally as excited – he could now teach her something cool with his best friend.

After a moment of trying to balance on her new board, you usher her to you as Satoru comes back out of the house with an absolutely ginormous box. Of course, you knew what this one was. The terrible wrapping job was you and your boyfriend’s handiwork.

“Tsumiki, this one is from us.” Satoru says as he sits the box on the grass, and wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple as you rest a hand on his chest.

“I hope you like it sweet girl, happy birthday!” You grin, the excitement for her to open it is bubbling inside you.

She rips off the paper and…

Silence.

Wait… silence?

Did she not like it? Oh my god, are they tears?!

You and Satoru rush to her.

“Babygirl what’s wrong? Is it not okay? Is it the wrong colour? We can get you another one! Or every colour? Do you want to get all the colours? I’ll go right now.” Satoru says, as you frantically nod in agreement.

Tsumiki just tosses herself like a rag doll between you both and wraps her small arms around you necks.

“It’s just so pretty! I wanted it so much and I can’t believe you guys got it for me, I love it so much. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.” She says between heaving sobs.

You both sag in relief. You’d gotten a similar, if more understated reaction from Megumi a few months ago when he opened his birthday present. You’d converted a walk-in closet in the spare bedroom to make him a library for him. The floor was covered in cushions and bean bags, there was space for his dogs to sit with him, floor to ceiling shelves filled with books lining the room and in a hidden compartment was a PlayStation for him to play on. You’d also gotten a mini fridge so he could have snacks in there. You’ve lost count of how many nights Satoru has had to pick him up after he’s fallen asleep reading in his ‘library’ curled up on a bean bag and tuck him into bed. The sparkles in his eyes as he’d opened the door to the room may have been the most special thing you’d seen ever. Your cottage wasn’t huge, but the spare room closet was just a wasted space, so it made perfect sense to use it as the introverted child’s escape while also encouraging him to keep up his love of books.

But right now, you had a happy sobbing 9-year-old on your hands. Satoru looked at you ever her shoulders, a huge white, dazzling grin on his handsome face. Some people might think you spoil the kids, but Tsumiki spent too long being the grown up in her house and Megumi spent too long trying to not be a burden to her – they deserved this. They’re the most amazing kids.

Satoru winks at you, mouthing ‘we did good, princess.’ To which you blow him a kiss, because yeah, you guys did good.

“Do you wanna open it?” You ask her, grin on your face.

“Fuck yeah!” She adds.

“I’ll let that one slide.” You laugh at her.

She tears the box apart, and there in all its glory is her present.

A 5 story, 4 foot tall, 5-foot wide, Victorian style baby blue dollhouse. It was something every little girl dreamed of you remember passing them in stores at Christmas and nearly drooling looking at them when you were her age. She’d always spoken about wanting a dollhouse, so you decided to go all out with it.

Inside the house was boxes and boxes of furniture, tiny wallpaper and paint, even tiny kitchen utensils and soft furnishings – all ready for her to decorate the interior however she wants.

You had used your technique to even make a little everlasting garden in the front before it had all been wrapped up.

It truly was absolutely incredible, Tsumiki had dived right in and was examining everything and pointing it all out to you guys whenever she found something inside it.

“Look! A tiny cushion! It’s so cute! And oh my, a tiny teacup!” She showed you guys.

She invited Nanako and Mimiko to look with her, and even Megumi was curious about all of the tiny household goods – smiling when he sees a tiny dog bed and tiny dog bowls and a tiny cat scratch post.

“My birthday present from you guys was not half as cool as that.” Suguru elbowed you both.

“You’re 22 Suguru, do you want a dollhouse?” Which made him laugh, but Satoru’s mouth was agape.

“Suguru – how you wound me! We brought you to Bora Bora!” He mocks cries at this.

“Eh, not a dollhouse though, is it?” He smirks at his best friends' antics.

You look at the kids all playing on the blanket.

“Who’s birthdays next?” Suguru asks.

“Mine.” You smirk, eyebrows raised at the boys.

“Ha! You better pull up, ‘toru.” Geto laughs as Satoru smirks.

“Already sorted everything. Only the best for my princess.” He says, lifting you onto his lap for a kiss as you laugh at him - you’d told him you wanted a new pair of gardening gloves – but he’d give you the world if you asked for it.

You kiss him back, hands on his cheeks, stroking along his jaw.

“Ugh, you two are so gross and in love I hate it.” Suguru drawls, rolling his eyes.

Neither of you break away from the kiss, just both lift up a hand in his direction and raise your middle fingers.

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[liliumsabyss]

I have never made a request before because I’m usually happy to browse, but seeing that Newt from Maze Runner is on your character list (if you no longer write for him that’s fine) and there’s not a lot of works with newtxreader let alone a male reader I’d love it if you could write something about Newt getting jealous when Thomas comes up in the box and asks about the reader. Please don’t feel pressured either way what I think you’re doing is amazing since there’s not enough male reader representation out there. All the love to you ❤️

Jealousy

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.226k

Tw: Jealousy, mentions of slight possessiveness, oblivious to flirting, hasn't been edited by my mod, and maybe out of character Newt?

A/n: Hello, I'm very sorry it took me this long to fulfil your request! You are incredibly sweet! Thank You so much! I'm truly grateful that you have put in a request, and once again, I'm truly sorry it took me this long. I had so much fun writing this, and it has honestly been one of the pieces I've loved writing the most, so thank you for that. I write for any character on my character list, and more off it, I love Newt so much, so this made me incredibly happy for someone to ask! And also all the love to you, you seem like a genuinely sweet person and thank you once again for delighting me with this and putting in a request, especially such a sweet one!

Newt had been guiding the new boy who had come up in the box; he was tall with dark hair and deep brown eyes the male had clearly still been in a confused stupor as he followed the other around the glaze, his adrenaline pumping as he was constantly looking and asking questions to the blonde who happily answered them. However, as soon as the two males passed in front of the med-jack hut, which was several yards away, Thomas stopped in his tracks, looking at the “porch” of the building, which was more or less a poorly branched mat that had a canopy shading it. On the porch, there sat one of the other gladers on a chair while a (h/c) haired male with stunning (e/c) eyes peered down compassionately toward the glader in the chair as his (s/c) hands daintily wrapped the other male's upper arm with bandages tying a small bow to ensure the wrappings stayed in place before giving the other a smile and sending him on his way. Newt's gaze softened, seeing the (h/c) haired male. Thomas was staring curiously towards the same male.

“ Who’s that?” Thomas finally spoke up, snapping Newt out of his lovestruck trance.

“ Oh that's (Y/n) he's the keeper of the med-jacks.” Newt said his gaze never left from the said male as his chest filled with pride at his lover’s accomplishments.

“ So he takes care of the injured…?” Thomas' voice trailed off questioningly as the blonde turned to look at Thomas, confused at the obviousness of the statement.

“ Yes…” Newt responded, trailing off, his eyes hardened, looking suspiciously at the other.

“ So if I got injured, he would take care of me?” The dark-haired male said with a subtle hint of excitement in his voice, only making Newt’s eyes squint in suspicion more.

“ In theory, yes.” The blonde responded carefully as he felt a small seed of jealousy buried in his stomach. He tried to brush it off as maybe only jealousy.

“ Is he in a relationship with anyone?” Thomas asked curiously, rubbing the back of his neck and looking back towards the (h/c) haired male once again. The seed that had been planted in Newt’s started to grow as he could feel the jealousy grow, he began to glare at the other, about to mention his relation with (Y/n), only for Minho to come over.

“ Hey, Newt! I just need to talk with the greenie for a little bit. See you later!” Minho said, dragging Thomas away before Newt could state anything more. Newt turned towards the (h/c) haired male in the distance, ready to go to talk to him, only to have Alby call for him, dragging his attention away and requiring his assistance. Newt started to walk away, his one leg causing a small limp, before looking over his shoulder one last time and seeing his lover tell some of the other gladers to bring in the new supplies.

Newt had been occupied by Alby all day, trying to help around the glaze and stop some of the boys (mostly Gally and his group) from doing something stupid. Before long, the sky turned dark, and many fires were being started to light the glaze. Newt began to go once again toward the med-jack hut, but he stopped mid-step when he saw Thomas and (Y/n). Thomas was speaking happily with the (h/c) haired male said, the male was laughing at whatever Thomas was saying. Thomas had a noticeable blush that was even obvious from where Newt was standing. The blonde was in disbelief how could anyone like someone after meeting them once again, he didn’t really have a say, after all, he was the same with (Y/n). Newt’s stomach twisted with jealousy as he started to make his way towards the pair, his fist slightly clenched and unclenched. 

“ Newt!” (Y/n) called out with a wide smile on his face turning around to see the blonde. Thomas turned towards the blonde, waving his hand slightly but retracting as he saw Newt's glare directly aimed at him, but it softened when he looked at the (h/c) haired male. Newt, as quickly as he could, made his way over to the pair. 

“ Hey-“ Thomas started but retracted as Newt glared daggers into him, the blonde was quick to embrace (Y/n), his arms snaking around the other male's waist as he stepped behind him, leaning to rest his head on the (h/c) haired males shoulder turning to kiss him on the jaw. (Y/n) chuckled at the uncharacteristic behaviour of the other, turning his head slightly to look at Newt but quickly looking back at Thomas, who was just standing there awkwardly, realizing his errors over the course of the day. Newt, unhappy with the lack of attention, started peppering kisses on his lover's neck and jaw. The receiving of the actions was slightly confused but gladly accepted the affection.

“ Oh, so you…are together?” Thomas said with a hint of disappointment in his voice, but it was very subtle that only Newt could detect. Newt glared at Thomas while the (h/c) haired male, oblivious to the advances and silent war Newt was raging, smiled and nodded.

“ Yup, we’ve been together from the time I came up in the box”, (Y/n) responded happily, nodding his head towards the box as Newt's grasp got slightly tighter.

“ Yes, we have been together for a very very long time and plan to be together for a long time as well,” Newt said with a ghost of a smirk on his face. The insinuation, still after all this time, had made (Y/n) feel flustered and butterflies rise in his stomach despite the fact that they had already talked about it numerous times and agreed upon it. Thomas, taking the hint, nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again before mumbling that he needed to go discuss something with Minho and ran off.  (Y/n) now turned towards the uncharacteristically clingy blonde.

“Now, Newty,” The (h/c) haired male said affectionately but crossed his arms, giving Newt a really look, “ what was that for?”

Newt only pouted slightly and looked down in slight embarrassment and shame.

“ We’re you perhaps jealous…?” (Y/n) said, chuckling a little bit at the other's reaction. Newt only looked down more, burying his head into the other shoulder further. (Y/n) gave the other a quick peck on the head, causing the blonde's head to shoot up and look at the other.

“ Oh Newt, you don’t have to be jealous, you know I only have eyes for you and you alone ever since I got to this place.” (Y/n) said sweetly with a smile that could melt the coldest winters.

“I know, love, I'm sorry I just… couldn’t help it.” Newt said, ashamed and embarrassed with his overly protective behaviour displayed earlier.

“ Hey, you don’t have to be sorry I just wanted to make sure you know I love you.” The other responded back, hugging their arms around Newts, whose were secured tightly around his waist.

“ I know I love you too, love,” Newt responded back, smiling at the other, who smiled back. The couple stood there in amicable silence, embracing one another and staring at the stars.

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[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

robbie, on a saturday

annie's late spring was pretty nice, all things considered. robbie was just sort of living in her apartment, which they'd never really planned on or agreed to, but annie was grateful for his presence. he cooked, he cleaned, he slept in her bed. the presence of another body there was nice for her. for the last year, she'd spent more or less equal time at ryan's apartment, and so being home all the time was jarring. and would have been crushingly lonely.

she and robbie went out with jim and julia a lot, funny little group dates that more often than not ended with sex. julia was the star around which these events orbited, as she was the one who fucked everyone else. typically, julia and annie had sex first while the boys watched, and then jim and robbie took turns on each of julia's ends. after that, she and annie sometimes resumed their festivities.

it was wonderful to be so sexually active with julia for a sustained period. annie had always thought her best friend was beautiful. she had gorgeous wavy dirty blonde hair, and a lithe, yoga-addled body. she and annie were somewhat contrasted -- julia's skin took naturally to the sun, whereas annie was pale and milky and burned easily. julia's hair was cut at her shoulders; annie's long dark hair was halfway down her back. annie had bright hazel eyes behind her glasses and big white teeth; julia had a crooked smile and tired, dark eyes. annie was taller and had bigger tits. julia had her perfect bush, and annie was still shaved smooth.

annie liked kissing julia. she was such a good kisser. she also believed herself to be getting much better at eating pussy -- julia's moans backed up her claims.

she and robbie didn't really talk about the fact that they were now regularly watching each other have sex. annie had watched very intently the first time robbie had pushed his cock into julia's cunt, and had seen him looking at her tits and her pussy, sometimes with his cock in hand, stroking it and keeping it active for julia. sometimes, julia and annie made out just moments after robbie had cum in julia's mouth. annie was well aware of what she was tasting.

but when they were around the apartment alone together, they were becoming extremely casual. they changed in front of each other, and other times lounged around mostly nude. one afternoon robbie joined annie in the bath. that was kind of fun and sweet. they had a good talk.

one night, a night when julia and jim had other plans, robbie told annie as they went to be that he was going to jerk off. "okay," she said, and positioned herself up on her pillow to watch. he let her, getting himself hard to a picture of his ex gf on his phone -- but then putting it down to just close his eyes and stroke. annie watched him cum on himself and cooed approvingly. he cleaned himself up with his shirt and tossed it aside and went to bed.

in the morning, annie woke him up using her vibrator on herself.

"you keep your panties on?" he said.

"for this one, yes, it's too intense otherwise" annie gasped.

"sounds like it."

"holy FUCK" annie laughed, her legs reddening as she came. she put her vibrator down and yanked her panties down to her knees, letting her pussy cool off.

robbie had his dick out now and was stroking it.

"you know post-nut clarity?" annie said. "my male patients tell me about that."

"you don't experience that?" he said.

"no," annie said. "cumming just makes me hornier in the moment."

"hot," robbie said.

annie laughed. "no, it's awful. i feel like i need to go stick an ice cube in my pussy."

"if you do that i wanna see it," robbie said.

annie got up and dropped her panties and walked to the kitchen to the ice dispenser. she came back to the bedroom with a little moon-shaped cylinder of ice and stood at the end of the bed in front of robbie and his dick and pushed the ice inside herself. she bit her lip.

"how does it feel? he asked.

"fucking good," she giggled. her knees buckled and she nearly fell over. she had a hand over herself, holding it in. the melting water ran through her fingers. "it's melting so fast," she giggled.

"can i feel it?" robbie said. he sat up, not jacking off anymore but still hard. annie moved her hand and was surprised to feel his hand go right between her legs, touching not quite inside her, but pushing the flat of his fingers against her ice-cold labia. "that's so weird," he said.

he took his hand away and the remainder of the ice slipped out to the floor. they both laughed.

that afternoon, jonah came over to fuck. before he arrived, annie put a buttplug in as a nice surprise for him -- one he quite appreciated.

robbie was out and about so jonah and annie went at it on the couch. she was on her hands and knees getting fucked when robbie came in with groceries. "don't stop," annie told jonah. "hi, robbie."

"oh hey," he said, laughing. "what are you guys up to?"

"you know, just hanging out," annie said, her tits bouncing hard.

jonah came on her chest and the retired to the bedroom for another round. annie went to the kitchen to see what robbie bought while cleaning herself off. "do you have a buttplug in?" he asked her.

"yeah," annie said. she turned around and spread her ass to show him.

"cool," he said. "i've never actually seen one in real life before."

"you haven't snooped in my sex toy drawer?" she asked.

"no," he said.

"why not!?" annie said, laughing.

"do you think your patients ever imagine you're like this?" robbie asked. "like, you're in your office in a cardigan, if they knew you were like, walking around naked all the time, fucking all over, using a buttplug, shaving your pussy, would it blow their minds?"

"i hope not," she said. "i hope they think about it so much that it wouldn't surprise them at all."

on sunday their dad came over. he liked that robbie was staying there too, and didn't seem to think it was weird that whenever he showed up, annie was typically in panties and rarely more than that. today, she was on her way to the shower when he arrived, and therefore was fully nude. when annie came back out, towel around her waist, she said, "I love having my men here." her dad put his hand on the small of her bare back. it felt nice.

"you sound like mom," robbie said.

"yeah but when was the last time mom just walked around with her tits out?" annie offered.

"like the last time i was there?" robbie said.

"really?" annie was shocked. "i haven't seen mom naked like since i was a toddler."

"it was probably more like around the time your tits got bigger than hers," her dad said. "that was when she stopped walking around naked. but yeah, when you're not at home, she's pretty free."

"huh," annie said. she looked at robbie. "what's her bush like?"

"trimmed, tight, controlled."

"sounds like everything else in that area," annie said. her dad laughed.

"i'm hotter though, right?" annie said. her dad looked at her and raised an eyebrow. she dropped her towel.

"of course, honey," he said.

"thank you!" annie chirped.

[forgottenfourr]

i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter five - dreams✏️

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warning: mentions of insanity, insomnia, and partial (very very small mention) of derealization!!

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a/n: from now on soul from p1h and mingyu from svt will also be smaller characters in the story so don’t be confused when they show up randomly in the next chapter!! they are just going to be a fun comedic relief characters :) i will put a short character reintroduction before the next update

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you have struggled with sleeping your entire life. never being able to fall asleep and then when you eventually pass out from pure exhaustion, the sleep was restless. you lost count of the doctors your parents took you to as a kid. each one coming to the same conclusion. there was nothing wrong with you perse. at least, nothing medically wrong. all of them told your parents that you'll grow out of it one day. that there was nothing they could do on their part besides run more tests that would evidently draw no conclusion and would just be a waste of time for both you and the doctors.

so you had to learn to live with it. you held onto hope that one day you would just magically grow out of it. but as the years drew on and you continued to sleep a most 10-15 hours a week, you just grew used to it. it was irritating most of the time. the constant drowsiness and dark circles under your eyes that never seem to go away.

due to your lack of sleep, you’ve never really had dreams before. at least, none that you could remember.

but recently that has changed. it seems now that every time you are able to sleep, even if it is just for a few minutes, you are drifted away into another dream.

but something is different about these dreams. when you wake up, you remember everything that happened in them. most importantly, you remember the boy that’s there in every dream. the boy you can’t seem to recognize. the boy you sworn you’ve never seen before. and you would surly remember him. he’s beautiful. his hair a white blonde and his brown eyes that look as if the entire universe is in them. and for someone you don’t know, you have grown quite fond of him. you don’t understand how he’s always there, his bright and warming smile welcoming you back to wherever this world is with him. but you aren’t complaining about it.

the dreams are long. or well they feel long at least. in the real world you could only be sleeping for 30 minutes but in the dream world you have already been there for days. you like the dream world. you find yourself anxiously waiting for the next time you fall asleep so you can go back there. so you can see mystery boy again.

neither of you ever bothered to ask for each others name. in fact, you guys don’t talk much. it’s more of a mutual understanding that you both are there together and are happy in each others presence. neither feeling the need to break the peaceful silence you have created. you cherish all of the times you guys have spent together. from the time you guys went cliff jumping to when he taught you how to play the guitar. you’re scared that you won’t be able to go back one day. that for some reason the next time you fall asleep there will just be black. even if you don’t understand why these dreams are happening or who he is, you yearn for them. even if it’s all fake. if it is just something your subconscious mind came up with.

of course, you haven’t told your friends about your dreams. sure, jisung might understand. or at least try to. but the others will just think you’re going crazy. which honestly, might be true.

you too have thought about the possibility of these dreams being some sort of sign of insanity or something else of the sort. it would make sense. you’ve been spreading yourself too thin for the past few months. never knowing when to say no and always wanting others around you to feel appreciated and happy. minho is constantly berating you for being a people pleaser, but you don’t know how to stop. and lately, people have taken notice of your kindness and the way you would drop everything instantly to help someone. between work, university, and your social life, you feel your grasp of yourself slowly slipping away from you.

the only thing that keeps you from losing your grip completely are the dreams. they make you feel happy and safe like before. maybe you were relying too much on the dreams but what does it matter? if you're going to have them you might as well enjoy them. enjoy him.

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you got to the studio before chan this time. still reminiscing on the fantasy you were living just moments before.

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[thenaiads]

DNB Royalty AlphaxOmega AU

Omega!Prince!Techno x Alpha!Former Prince!Dream, with Dream as the unwilling Bottom of the relationship 😏😏😏😏

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Meetings were boring.

He could spend hours sitting and listening to a bunch of old Alphas and Betas complaint about whatever they didn’t seem fit for the Empire; Phil would sit next to him and take in most of what was said, answering questions that could have an easy fix if needed, while Techno would keep quiet and just jump in if it was necessary, which in this occasion, was almost unnecessary. He wasn’t in the mood for them, he wasn’t in the mood for this, the faint scent of lavender turning pungent by the minute until he stood from his chair and called the meeting off for another time. None of the elders said anything, they knew better than to make the emperor get them on his bad side when he was in a bad mood.

As the council exited the room, Phil stood from his seat and approached his friend, the pinkette’s left hand clenched a few times around nothing by his side, and the blond hummed knowingly. “Ya know I can take care of this stuff mate why don’t you go and relax a bit?” his grin only made Techno roll his eyes and scoff, he couldn’t be mad at Phil even if he wanted to, but, the idea sounded pretty enticing.

He walked to his quarters, the heels of his boots echoing through the empty hallway, the chill from the Arctic slipped through the windows, and long velvety curtains hung at the sides of each one, letting the natural light fill the corridor with cold shades. He got to a pair of dark spruce doors, his lips curved into a smile, he could already smell the overwhelming scent of his pet stinging his throat.

He opened the doors and entered the room, eyes meeting with a figure that fought to take a muzzle out of his face, making the chains latched to the collar on his neck clink as the links hit one another. The sound of the doors made the other man stop his struggle, a growl escaping his throat as the pinkette stood at the door’s frame. Techno snickered, stepped in and closed the doors behind him, the tangy odour of mint invaded his lungs and made his eyes water.

The growling continued as he approached, he took a good look at the man in front of him, it looked like he’d hurt himself as he tried to take the muzzle and collar off, his clothes had a few rips and torn parts, nothing that couldn’t be fixed, his dirty blond hair was a mess, going in different directions and still with a bedhead –how long had he been sleeping?–, drool dripping down his chin and into the carpeted floor, he tsked.

“Look at yourself, you truly are a mutt.”

“F-Fuck off…”

“Now, now, calm down pet, we’re having fun today.”

The blond heavy breathing calmed a bit, eyes focused on his every move as he unlatched the chain of the floor and made sure to have a good hold on it. Techno took slow steps backwards to the bed, chain pulled taunt to bring the Alpha closer to him, earning him a couple of snarls as he tugged it more than necessary from time to time.

“Let’s make a deal,” his lips curved as he spoke, eyes trailing up and down the other with hunger, the blond focused his eyes on him, interested by whatever the offer was, “I’m having a shitty day, make me feel good, and I’ll consider taking the muzzle off, and maybe, give you a little treat.”

Green eyes glared at blue eyes as he weighed his options, he’d been wearing that guard for a couple of days now, only being taken off when he had to eat, Dream knew the reason head it on, it was his fault for making the pinkette mad, he won’t try to bite him again if that meant he won’t be wearing the stupid muzzle.

“Be a good boy, yeah?” The sweet smell of lavender calmed the Alpha, his instincts going nuts as the light caresses from his mate took him under, his mint scent dropped in strength, the mixture of them making the blond’s head foggy, the Omega purred at the sight, so much training to reach something like this made it worth it.

.................

The plot:

So I had this idea after I read a dark story about King!Dream taking FormerPrince!Techno as a concubine, it was a porn with plot and I thought, what if roles were reversed? 😈😈😈

So, what if Dream got take as a gift to Prince!Techno? Techno here is a Omega but he dislike every Alpha that he meet because they always see him as inferior, even with his status of future Emperor.

Dream's kingdom give him away as a gift of peace (maybe because they lost a war, still deciding about that), because they know that Emperor Philza is still looking to someone that will take his son hand in marriage, and the idea was that Dream can't do much as a concubine. Basically the idea of Dream's kingdom is to get ride of a troublemaker-not-so-good-prince, and get in the good side of the future Emperor 😆 LOL.

The darker version is that Prince!Dream get captured and brought to Emperor!Techno (still to decide).

But in both version Techno (that is a Omega) has a resentment for alphas. He decides to keep Dream not only as a power move, but more as a way to stablish dominance over an Alphas, and because with Dream as a concubine Techno doesn't need anymore to deal with other rulers Alpha that would try to submit him because of his Omega's status.

@crivalsduo @justcallme-ange @mistythedritten @cleofast300 @morgueofstories @citrus-blade @bubble-popping @draconixiaa @cringe-y-gumi @aisharain @proditrix-ew @derekuura

Smut here 👇👇👇

This is the Part 2

Techno would use pleasure as both a punishment and a way to train his concubine in his new role.

He would use everything that he love (as an Omega) on Dream, they don't start sex all togheter, no… Techno knows that to make Dream give up he need to play the long game. Techno will give to Dream every pleasure and love 😏 And Dream actually love what Techno is doing, but his pride as an Alpha will not let him give up that easly.

(So in a way we have bratty Dream and Sugar Daddy Techno XD LOL)

Dream Alpha's pride going ballistic while Techno basically has his leash short and tight as fuck. Still Dream secretly love all of the attentions and care, and Techno can see throught his bullshit XD

last One:

One of the thing is that Techno would use to punish Dream is game where Techno would fuck Dre gently and slow (Dream love get destroyed), and call Dream his "beautiful little pet" and how much of a good "Omega" he is, all of this while Dre is tied up to the bed.

Dre during the punishments can't touch Techno or himself or even cum, unless he say all the things that Techno wanna hear, like calling Techno "Master", and say/admiting how much he love Techno's touchs and kisses, and a lot of other stuff and kinks 😌 uh uh.

This is one of Dream's outfit as a concubine:

If you people wanna use this idea then go, do it !!! But please tag me or send me a link in my ask-box or something, I need to see more of this stuff 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#dreamnoblade #dreamsmp fanfiction #my fanfiction #au!dreamsmp #my friends #r-18

[lowkeyremi]

I found you (Yazukza Eren J x fem!reader)

Basically, you've been messing w his yakuza group anonymously, n he finally finds you (why did i think of the "me when i fucking get you" meme)

Content: Angst, eren's a bitch, suggestive, kidnapping, language, cocky-ish reader, a lil fluff, plot twist btwn u n eren

Oml this prob the darkest thing I've written

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It hurt to open your eyes, so here you are in this dark environment; more specifically a cold floor. There's a blindfold over your eyes, not that it matters because once again it hurts to open your eyes.

The smell of mold is so powerful that it's the only thing you take note of. Where the fuck are you? You aren't even sure how long you've been— where ever this is.

Creak, thump, thump, thump. That tiny voice was telling you to pick your head up because someone is coming, the louder voice was reminding you that you answer to no one so you will not pick your head up.

The blindfold was removed and you let out a groan. The light hitting your eyelids already feels bad enough, opening your eyes is going to be a pain in the ass.

"Open your eyes." A soft spoken voice commands. You do so out of curiosity, and boy, are your findings humorous.

"I refuse to believe I was kidnapped by a thin, blond, boy such as yourself." You attack him with your words. Those baby blues widen, the blond smiles maliciously.

"I didn't kidnap you, my friend did. I'm just here to get answers from you." The blond runs his hand through his short hair.

"So you're supposed to torture me? How cute." He only has shown enthusiasm to your behavior, which pissed you off a little.

"Precisely, I may not seem all that scary but I know how to get answers from people." He say intimidatingly.

You say nothing in return because you don't believe him at all.

"F/n, L/n, is it? That little sister of yours is very pretty. Wonder what would happen if I sent some guys-"

"My sister is more than capable of kicking ass, she learned from the best." You imply yourself as the best.

You're twenty-three while your sister is twenty. She's learned self defense and offense attacks in case of an emergency.

"Interesting, most people crack when a family member's life is at stake." He grins.

You are a little bit worried, but you know your sister better than anyone. She can handle anything thrown at her.

Armin, you learn, keeps asking questions, trying to get information out of you.

"You might want to just tell me because my buddy Connie isn't as nice as I am." He threatens.

"Let's hope he doesn't hit like a sissy." You respond.

Armin laughs like he's crazy. Then once again asked, "why have you been stealing our shipments and sabotaging our missions?" His voice no longer held any softness it had earlier.

"Like I said the last time, because I wanted to." A smirk creeped onto your face. Armin was getting impatient with you and your annoying back and forth with him.

He clicks the little earpiece and starts talking, "should I send in Connie or Mikasa? She's refusing to cooperate."

He was silent while the person on the other end spoke.

"Oh... alright I'll wait for you to arrive." Armin smirks at you an evil look in his eyes.

"You've done it now, have fun speaking to him." Armin crosses his arms and begins to whistle.

Excitement flows throughout your body, who are you going to encounter next?

Within a few minutes a man with long brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a well fitted suit walks in with a woman who has short black hair and a red scarf, the other man has a growing buzz cut and a nasty scowl on his face.

"It still surprises me that one woman has been able to cause so much chaos in my group." His velvet voice shook your soul.

"Never underestimate a woman, Eren." The black haired girl speaks, she has the voice of an angel.

"You can go Armin, thanks for the help." The brunnette dismisses him.

"Of course, if you need anything I'm in the main building." Armin smiled at you as he walked out, it was more of a childish 'you're in trouble now' kind of smile.

"Do I look familiar to you?" Eren asks.

You knew an Eren when you were a young girl, that was a long time ago. This man doesn't look the Eren you knew.

"No, am I supposed to recognize you?" Eren looks at your chained arms and he chuckles.

"You should recognize me, does 'Eren's famous mud pies' ring any bells?" He asks folding his big bulky arms.

"I didn't want to believe it was you." Is all you say sighing.

"What was your reasoning, if you didn't know I was the head of this group?" When Eren had found out his childhood crush was antagonizing him, he thought that you were trying to get his attention.

"Your father." Eren's eyes widened.

"My father?" He asks.

"Yeah, at first I thought he just didn't like my family. Recently though, from the test results it turns out he killed my father and once attempted to murder me in my sleep. I was only returning the favor. Seems the old geezer retired and put you in his place to save his ass." Before Eren could respond Connie spoke up.

"How do we know she isn't lying?" He asks.

"That would be a very sick thing to lie about." Mikasa counters.

"So Dad wasn't lying about that..." Eren whispers more to himself than to anyone in particular. You hear it anyway and your eyes squint.

"You knew?" Betrayal starts to seep through your body, even if you haven't seen Eren in a long time he was still somebody you used to trust your life with.

"Well yeah, but when he confessed it sounded too ridiculous to be true but now that I know it's true, I'm angry. I can't believe he tried to fucking kill you." The look on his face is lethal. You understand his anger but it makes you upset that he's more concerned about you than the fact that Grisha killed your father.

"It doesn't matter to you that he killed my dad?" Venom is laced in your voice, Eren's emerald eyes flicker your way and they soften for a moment.

"That's not what I meant. Of course I'm mad he killed your father. I'm... I just- I'm pissed he tried to kill the girl he knows I love! Even if that bastard is my father, he's going to pay." Eren blurts his love confession to you and everyone else is shocked, including you.

"Love? Eren what the actually fuck? Why didn't we know about this?! I thought we were like family!" Connie shouts he sounds more betrayed than angry.

"Yeah Eren, what the hell? Saying you love me won't bring my dad back." You're smug now, it hurts thinking about him but you won't cry, especially not in front of the son of the man who killed him. That would only make his death more pitiful.

"You can't seriously be implying you don't feel the same way." Eren's voice holds none of that comfort from earlier.

"Eren, don't do this. Not everything will go your way." Mikasa reminds him calmly.

"I wasn't fucking talking to you Mikasa! Answer the damn question!" He screams at you.

It seems he's the same as he's always been, your little maniac.

"Eren you are so pathetic, why obsess over someone like me?" His hands ball up into fists and it looks like he might bust a vein.

"Quit stalling, you can't tell me you don't love me after all those years we spent together." Connie grips his shoulder, but it does nothing to ground Eren because he's lunging at you in rage.

"No Eren, I don't love you. How could I? You and your asshole father can rot in hell." You're lying straight to his face, you want nothing more than to kiss him right now. It's not possible, maybe in another life where your father is still breathing.

Mikasa and Connie use all their strength to pull him back. You watch as they escort the love of your life out of the basement. He's screaming and cursing at you. The only thing you seem to tune into is, "This isn't over! I know you love me! You can't punish me for something I didn't do! I still love you." The last part was spoken quietly.

Your heart was beating loudly in your chest from everything going on. When he's out of sight, you mouth, "I love you too."

pt 2??? maybe?????

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[ifonlyitwasmidnight]

Hi, hope you can see this…can I request a Oneshot or a Scenario for Tokyo Revengers? Which the Toman boys got converted into toddlers and the reader (who’s the only one how didn’t got converted into a toddler) have to take care of them?

Hey! Sorry for the delay, but here we go! This was so much fun to write! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it for you :)

Summary: The Tokyo Revengers boys were turned into toddlers! It's up to you, Emma, and Hina to keep them in one piece!

Word Count: 1826

Insistent and unrelenting banging on your front door roused you from sleep. Beside you, your phone vibrated against the nightstand, reverberating loudly through the wood. You rolled over with a groan, stretching your muscles to try and relieve yourself of the urge to ignore whatever was going on in favor of more rest.

You fumbled for your phone, which stopped ringing as you slammed your hand on it. The backlight from the screen was bright in your dark room, blinding you momentarily.

15 missed calls.

“What the…” you whispered, clicking on the call log. A mix of Emma and Hina’s names filled the screen.

The banging on your front door started again, causing you to drop your phone. The noise was much louder this time. Panic began to sink in. What if something had happened overnight? You shot from bed, tripping over your feet as you scooped up the nearest jacket and all but sprinted to the front door. You unlocked the door and pushed it open, only to be pushed back against the wall when Hina and Emma rushed in, talking over each other frantically.

“What took you so long to answer?” Emma sputtered, clearly out of breath.

You looked between them both—they looked okay. 

“What happened? Is someone hurt?” You were panicked. They would never show up like this if something weren’t wrong.

“Not hurt, exactly,” Hina muttered.

Emma and Hina stepped aside, and your eyes were drawn to the space between them, where seven tiny toddlers stood. Something about the grumpy little faces looking up at you seemed familiar. Unruly blond hair pinned back at the top, a braid down another's head, lavender, long black, two more blondes, and one that looked like tiger stripes… 

You gasped, slapping your hands over your mouth. These were the boys. All the boys. But they were the size of toddlers, pushing and shoving at each other, filling the room with childish laughter. 

“What the fuck?” You stammered. 

“We don’t know!” Emma threw up her hands and nudged little Mikey off her leg as he pulled on the hem of her shirt. “Mikey quit!”

“Hungry!” Mikey yelled, voice silencing the other boys. The noise suddenly turned into demands for food. 

You knelt so you were at eye level with them all.

“Hey, guys. You all hungry?” 

Shouts of “yes” and trampling feet rushed past you further into your apartment. Almost all, at least. Little Kazutora walked up to you silently and put his arms out. You scooped him up, straddling him on your hip as you moved towards the kitchen, Emma and Hina at your back.

“Do you think they know what’s going on?” You shot over your shoulder. 

Hina squeaked as Takemichi, Chifuyu, and Baji ran past her, chasing each other around and jumping off the furniture. 

“Boys!” You raised your voice to get their attention. They stopped in their tracks, looking at you with wide eyes. “Not on the furniture—you’ll get hurt. Got it?”

The two unruly blondes nodded quickly, and Baji pouted, his lower lip sticking out under his fangs. Draken and Mitsuya giggled at their friends getting in trouble. 

“How did you do that?” Emma said as she looked through your cabinets for food. “They’ve been like this all morning. I’m never having kids.”

“Little siblings, remember?” You adjusted Kazutora as you reached for bowls and spoons. All you had was cereal to feed them. “It’s how Mitsuya and I bonded. Whole having to raise little ones while you were barely grown thing.”

You three worked in tandem, getting them all settled with of bowls of cereal in front of the TV, putting on some unknown kid show full of colors and music to keep their attention. This was the craziest thing you had ever seen. This was something you would see in a B-rated movie on prime TV. Mikey was the first to finish, dropping the spoon on the table where it clattered loudly. He got up from his spot and began to make his way towards the couch, presumably to fall asleep like he did whenever he ate, but Mitsuya caught him by the tail of his shirt before he could get too far.

“You need to pu’ your stuff ‘way, Ikey.”

You, Emma, and Hina stifled giggles at how Mitsuya couldn’t quite say Mikey’s name. Mikey stomped back to his bowl and picked it up, going to the kitchen to deposit it in the sink, barely tall enough to get his hands over the lip of the counter. He stuck his tongue out at Mitsuya as he collapsed on the couch, his eyes closing instantly.

“What do we do with them now?” Hina was looking at Takemichi with worry painted across her delicate features.

“Entertain them, I suppose?” You offered the solution at a loss yourself. “We don’t know how it happened or if it will reverse.”

“You mean they might be stuck like this?” Emma groaned. “I’m too young for this.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

You snapped your fingers. There was a park around the corner from your apartment. 

“Emma, why don’t you stay here with Mikey while Hina and I take the rest of the boys to the park?” If you could get their energy out and get them to sleep, maybe that would reverse the effects. 

The six that were still awake all looked at you at the same time, excitement painted across each face. You were slowly putting together that they didn’t just look like toddler versions of themselves; they were the toddler versions. You shushed them as they all started talking at once, pointing at the sleeping form of Mikey. They all instantly quieted down, shushing each other. 

You and Hina were out the door not five minutes later, keeping a close eye on Baji and Draken as they ran down the walkway. 

“Red light!” You called to them as they got too far, and they both froze, waiting for the adults to catch up impatiently. 

Kazutora held one hand, clinging closely to you, and Mitsuya held your other. Hina was carrying Takemichi on her back as he rambled about everything he could see, and Chifuyu was holding her free hand, swinging it back and forth, bright eyes taking in his surroundings.

“How did you all round them up?” 

Hina reached for Chifuyu as he ran ahead to join Draken and Baji. She sighed, giving up on trying to keep him close.

“We were all at our house last night. When I woke up this morning, they were all,” she gestured widely, encompassing all the boys in the motion.

You nodded. You were supposed to be with the group hanging out last night, but after a long day at work, all you wanted was to go home and climb into bed. Hina leaned down so that Takemichi could press the button to cross the busy street, the park within sight. When the little man on the panel lit up, all the boys raced across the street, even Kazutora, desperate to get to their favorite pieces of the playground.

Pushes on the swings turned into helping on monkey bars and watching tiny bodies fly down the slides. Each one demanded your attention the longer you were there, getting jealous of the others if your or Hina’s eyes weren’t equally divided. Slowly, each boy began to sit on the nearby benches, finally running their energy out. 

“Baji!” You called for the only one who was still going strong. “We gotta go, buddy. Everyone else is tired.”

“No!” Baji yelled back, folding his arms across his chest. 

You raised an eyebrow at Baji as Mitsuya walked up to you, requesting that you pick him up where he tucked his head into your shoulder, exhaustion quickly overtaking his not-so-little-anymore body.

“Baji, you either get over here, or I will come get you,” Hina said sternly, a clear mom voice coming out. 

Baji kicked at the ground a little before giving in and coming to join the group. You grunted as you adjusted Mitsuya to be a little higher.

“I swear, he’s gotten bigger since we got here.” Hina looked over at you, but her attention was captured by Draken, who was now at the top of her hip. He may have always been the tallest one, but he was defiantlytaller than he was this morning. You looked him over, and he flashed a smirk back up at you, more in line with a kid rather than a toddler. 

“Let’s get them back,” you said as you grabbed Baji’s hand before he could wander off again. He yawned widely, giving into the handhold quicker than you thought he would. 

Settled back in your apartment, all the boys collapsed on the couch, piled on each other like a pile of puppies. 

“They’re all bigger. Even Mikey,” Emma whispered as you all gathered back in the kitchen, the only place you could talk freely without fear of waking them.

“Maybe it means this is over?” Hina peered around the corner for a quick look, giving you both a thumbs up, signaling they had fallen asleep already.

They all stayed asleep for hours, and it seemed like they morphed each time you looked at them. Tiny limbs extended into lengthy, awkward teenage phases. Draken stirred first, the sounds of grunting as he untangled himself from the group drawing your attention. He was taller than you again as he stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before enveloping you in a hug like he usually would.

You stiffened for a second before he pulled back and looked at you, a questioning look crossing his face when you didn’t hug him back.

“What?” He grumbled.

“Are you back to normal?” You looked him over. He seemed normal. 

“What’da mean?” 

You pointed back to the couch where the rest of the boys were still slowly returning to normal. Drakens eyes shot open as he took in the frames of his friends.

“Holy fuck, I thought that was just a bad dream.” He looked around, suddenly realizing he was in yourapartment, not Takemichi’s.

“Nope,” Hina popped the ‘p’ in the word, blowing gently on her cup of coffee.

The restored Draken stood with you in the kitchen while the others slowly woke up, returned to their original forms. The sun was setting when Chifuyu finally woke up, all his friends waiting patiently for him to join them. He sat up and stretched his returned-to-normal arms over his head, groaning overly dramatically as he did.

“You guys would not believe the dream I had. Wait, why are we here?” He looked at you all, eyes bouncing between each person.

“Wasn’t a dream, man,” Baji said as he flipped through the channels on the TV. 

“I’m never drinking again,” Kazutora said as he leaned his head against your shoulder. You patted his head affectionally, laughing at your bizarre day. 

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