#Dreamz Ladies

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Dreamz Ladies to take on Osei Tutu Ladies as 2022/23 Women’s FA Cup Draw Set

Dreamz Ladies to take on Osei Tutu Ladies as 2022/23 Women’s FA Cup Draw Set

The 2022/23 Ghana Women’s FA Round of 64 matches are set to take place on January 13th-23th and Dreamz Ladies takes on Osei Tutu Ladies. READ MORE: Malta Guinness WPL: Dreamz Ladies and Ampem Darkoa Ladies continue winning ways Dreamz Ladies who sit 5th in the Malta Guinness Women’s Premier League will take on Division One team Osei Tutu Ladies as they resume from their holiday break. Other…

[arminsumi]

can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well <3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

[ultkpopnetwork]

It is time for the February faves, that was way too quick. We didn't get quite as many songs this month, "only" 52!

Spotify playlist is linked in the poll. Complete results of January will be under the cut.

Here's the poll

NMIXX - Dash 41,2%

Hui - Hmm Bop 38,2%

ITZY - Untouchable 35,3%

Sistar19 - No More 32,4%

IU - Love Wins All 29,4%

SF9 - Bibora 26,5%

Yena - Good Morning 26,5%

CIX - Lovers or Enemies 23,5%

Idle - Super Lady 23,5%

All(h)ours - Gotcha 20,6%

8Turn - Ru Pum Pum 17,6%

Idle - Wife 17,6%

H1Key - Thinkin About You 17,6%

Vanner - Jackpot 17,6%

Evnne - Ugly 14,7%

Ichillin - Bite Me 14,7%

Onlyoneof - Dopamine 14,7%

Ryu Sujeong - Fallen Angel 14,7%

Seola - Without U 14,7%

TWS - Plot Twist 14,7%

Kino - Fashion Style 11,8%

Lee Hi - My Beloved 11,8%

Minho - Stay for a Night 11,8%

TWS - Oh MyMy 11,8%

Geenius - Voyage 8,8%

Limelight - Ta Da 8,8%

Trendz - Go Up 8,8%

Triples Aria - Door 8,8%

Yugyeom - La Sol Mi 8,8%

Dxmon - Burn Up 5,9%

Dxmon - Spark 5,9%

Gyubin - Really Like You 5,9%

Ha Hyunsang - Tell Me It Is Love 5,9%

Kim Jaehwan - Ponytail 5,9%

Seori - Broken 5,9%

Waker - Atlantis 5,9%

Weeekly - Stranger 5,9%

Ab6ix - Grab Me 2,9%

BXB - Airplane 2,9%

Cattriever - Sunflower 2,9%

Doa & Euna - Baby Like It 2,9%

Ferry Blue - Everything is You 2,9%

Hanbyeol - Sweet Dreamz 2,9%

JD1 - Who Am I 2,9%

Jmin - So Bad 2,9%

Kim Jonghyeon - Motto 2,9%

Lee Chanhyuk - 1 Trillion 2,9%

Minimani M - Heartbreak 2,9%

Any song not on the list got 0 votes :(

[cobycobsy2k]

-Naughty Dreamz-🤫✨

It's time to add some fun to the undies from the base game, so I've decided to give your simmies something fun but sexy at the same time, I hope you enjoy!

(More Info after the cut)

For your fellas:

Old Romantic Boxers (For your Elder Males): Stripped Black, Bold Blue and Passion Red

Tropical Boxers (For your Teens, Young Male and Male Adults!)

For you Ladies:

Rouge Undies (For your Elder Females)

Aphrodite Undies (For your Young Female and Female Adults)

Sleepy Undies (For you Young Female)

Xtreme Undies (For your Young Female and Female Adults): Black, Blue and White

LINK: https://www.mediafire.com/file/pt0plzx27mozxpc/-Naughty_Dreamz-CobyCobs.rar/file

[pi3tros]

𝓦ET DREAMS

eddie munsonxxfemreader

[ in which Eddie Munson has a crush on Hawkin’s golden girl aka the student council president :3! ]

tw [uses of strong language, mature themes]

( based off of Jcole Wet Dreamz, fic relating to the song )

—The school halls were filled with hormonal teenagers and book stuffed bags, feet crumbling against the floor rushing to get to their day's last class. Hands reached to the loud bell that rang, alerting the building that it was finally time for them to go.

Eddie Munson was one of many of those students rushing to class, taking extra time not needed to finish rolling several joints in the forest when he obviously had time in the afternoon, but he couldn’t help the satisfaction of getting his stuff done.

Wild hair bounced onto his head quickly, one foot in the class and the other out when he finally reached inside advanced Chemistry.

“Late again Munson, that will be detention.” The grumpy older woman crabbily snapped, blatant hatred for the Medal head watching him with close eyes as he walked to his seat, next to Wesley Hugh’s, a pretty standard dude that had about every fear in his body activated at any time.

Grumbling lightly, unzipping his bag slamming the black notebook that was filled with his messy handwriting from his blue pen.

Chalk scratched onto the board, making the pink of his ears sink into his hearing uncomfortably. “Alright class, let’s start with something simple following yesterday's homework (which he didn’t do), are two atoms of the same element identical?”

The words the elderly woman spoke came like a foreign language, words going one ear and out the other. You see, the only reason Eddie was in advanced chemistry was that he was a beast at math, words were hard to him.

“Yes, Y/n?”

Your voice rang like a loud bell in his ears, slim doe eyes waking up at the mention of you. “No, simply because there is a possible difference of electrons of an atom can copy.“your voice was like honey, every word dripping with smoothness and confidence that traced him like a dotted line.

Eddie had looked interested in you from the day you stood on the podium reading off your perfect script on why you should be student council president, the glint in your eyes giving him your vote automatically.

He didn’t know what partially made him have such a big crush, maybe you’re hips, or lips, or the way the plush of your breast pushed together as you wrote, or the fresh scent of laundry and lavender he smelt every time you walked past his table to assist the teacher.

Everything about you was appealing, but Eddie knew his little fantasy of the two wouldn’t work, his glances weren’t unnoticed. You were definitely aware of his little crush, you’re good friend Julia even told you how he couldn’t stop staring at you. Eddie Munson was handsome even with all the hatred he got, people wouldn’t admit it, but you would.

His table was at your side, the two of you side by side but not as close as you wanted. Looking at the older woman who took a shaky seat in her chair, she coming farther than expected. Ripping the side of notebook paper, grab your special pen with the red ink matching your white black, and red plaid skirt.

‘hi :)’ you simply wrote, folding the paper nice and neat, throwing it in front of him letting out a sound of paper cracking. With furrowed eyebrows his head slowly turned, seeing you give him a kind smile, back straightened with poise posture.

Eddie couldn’t really process what was going on, not even smiling back as he opened the note quickly. Tried to not seem desperate but it failed. Swallowing down a lump of spit from the random act of kindness, if you would call it that?

Was this some type of sick prank? He wondered to himself, but no, you couldn’t do such a thing, right? Opening up his notebook, lightly ripping a corner trying to be quiet from the old lady’s super hearing or Wesley’s teacher pet urge.

Writing back, trying to make his messy cursive handwriting seem a bit more presentable.

‘Hi there, how r u?’

Throwing the paperback, he quickly looked down at his paper with a few words and numbers. Maybe he was trying too hard, you only said hi, insecurity and regret entering the depths of his brain.

The corners of you’re mouth lifted, smiling, you, smiling at his note. Because he was trying so hard, don’t get it wrong though, though it was cute. Nobody had ever really—it’s complicated.

‘good,ive been noticing u staring at me'

Eddie swore his heart dropped to the tip of his toes when he read that, that sentence alone made him feel like a pervert. Which he wasn’t, he thought that you probably felt that way. Which made him feel even more like a ‘freak’, imagine how the school would react to Eddie Munson creeping on the smartest girl in the building.

That would be over for him.

‘it’s okay tho, i know you didn’t mean it like that

and u r really cute to’

Reading the note, cheeks turned pink and pride swelled in his heart. Cute, Eddie Munson was cute. He never thought he would hear those 4 words in his life. This wasn’t real, it didn’t feel weird, his crush just called him cute. It was almost like a reward if you wanna go into details.

Before he could respond back another one came in a flash of a second, getting excited like it was Christmas waiting for the next gift.

‘have you ever had sex before ?’

Oh.

Now Eddie wasn’t as dumb as people assumed, if a girl asked him, or a boy that out of the blue it obviously meant they wanted to have sex. But that wasn’t possible, not at all. Eddie didn’t really know how to—to have game, sweet talk a girl.

He ain’t never done this before.

‘yeah’

‘r u good at it?’

‘pro at it’

Dumbass, the d in dumb having to be capitalized to punch on the fact that Eddie could have never said anything worse in his life. You see, he was a virgin. And that was embarrassing for his big boy age, he hasn’t touched a pussy since he came out of one.

Eddie swore he could have passed out, you on the underhand had shaken hands at the boldness and fear of rejection of you’re sparkling questions. Note after note you’re inner thoughts getting revealed. It wasn’t that you only wanted to bet to have sex with him, you wanted to get to know him of course, but his dick seemed pretty good so you had to find out sooner or later.

‘oh rlly? i would love to find out :)’

Eddie swore the room got hotter and tighter, pants tightening as he shifted uncomfortably. Getting a boner in Chem, and the fact you added a little smiley face made his head spin and skin get hot. Sweat begins to drip at the back of his neck.

‘your welcome to find out doll’

Doll? doll….Eddie was getting real nervous and uneasy at flirting, he heard everybody call their girl's dolls these days so why not give it a try? It sure did have an effect on you from the way you’re thighs clenched trying to relieve tension, teeth tugging onto your bottom lip writing back.

You knew, had a feeling in you’re gut that Eddie was experienced, he probably had a fling with a hot mom that watched his band play, or one of those gothic chicks that went to Hawkins with the plumpest breast ever seen.

‘how about u come over on Saturday then, my mom and dad will be out with friends till 12:00, 9:30 on the dot?’

‘sure, I’ll see ya there’

The bell rang interrupting his thoughts, shivers running down his spine as you walked past him, sex appeal dripping in your tone as you gave him a small wave, an extra point for a “bye Eddie, see you around.”

He nervously chuckled waving back, a hand immediately dropping letting out a deep sigh. He was in deep shit, Eddie had to learn how to fuck a girl in the best way possible before Saturday night at 9:30. (On the dot)!

[thefalloutwiki]

Fallout 4: Easy City Downs

Video: Easy City Downs, a Pre-War horse racetrack found in Fallout 4.

It is being used to race robots, all with unique names such as Lady Lovelace, Atomic Dreamz and Bob's Your Uncle. Which robot on the racetrack is your favorite?

You can find the robot names and read about Easy City Downs here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Easy_City_Downs

[ghanashowbizonline]

Ghana Football - HIGHLIGHTS | DREAMZ LADIES 0 : 1 SUPREME LADIES | WOMEN'S PREMIER SUPER CUP 2023

Exploring the Passion for Football and Sports in Ghana Ghana, a country filled with vibrant culture and rich history, is well-known for its love and passion for sports, especially football. Football holds a special place in the hearts of Ghanaians, with the sport deeply ingrained in the nation’s identity. In this blog post, we will take a closer look at the popular football and sports scene in…

[randallwallaceart]

Cute floral vibes for this dik-dik lady! Owned by Stella-Dreamz on Artfight.

[hotdamnhunnam]

Hey lovie! Sorry I’m a bit late but could I request something for your 2k celebration (congrats again!💛)

Could I request a Jax Teller story with these emojis

🌧👅⛺️

I look forward to seeing what story you write based off of these emojis! 💛

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! And thanks for the congrats! 💗

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Bitch a Tent

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, sex in the great outdoors, while it rains and pours Word Count: ~1k Emoji Prompt: 🌧👅⛺️ (key words are in bold)

“Fuck this shit!”

Jax Teller’s first ever attempt to pitch a tent just isn’t going very well. He’s never been camping before and you can tell. Ten minutes in and he’s fed up with it. Fuming and furious as hell. Throwing the bitchiest bitch fit.

It doesn’t help now that the weather fucking sucks. It’s rotten luck. One of those days when even though the sun shines bright, a random shower just attacks from out of nowhere which is really not alright. Totally fucked. The rain has paused for now but both of you are soaked. You’re not complaining since your man looks so damn good all dripping wet it makes you choke.

Droplets are trickling from his beard as damp gold tresses frame his face… his shirt is matted to his skin and perfectly accentuates the contours of his muscles in a way that makes your dirty little heart hammer and race…

You struggle not to let your thirsty thoughts distract you as you see him hopelessly shoving a tent pole in the totally wrong place.

“Jax, stop!” you laugh, watching him grappling with the pole so angrily he’s close to breaking it in half. Stuck in a battle with this bendy piece of metal and determined to come out on fucking top. You take it in your own grip firm and tight. Wishing instead that you were grasping at his shaft. “Hold up, you’re not sticking it in right…”

He flashes you his signature smug smirk, because he’s such a fucking jerk. “That isn’t what you said last night.”

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him like a bratty little child. Wishing instead that you could wrap that slutty tongue around his big fat dick and drive him fucking wild.

Jax chuckles, looking on and licking his lips as you expertly drive in this stubborn rod where it belongs, grasp hard and strong, tight and white-knuckled. “Lookatchu working that pole.”

“Just had to lend a hand because my dumbass boyfriend couldn’t stick it in the fucking hole.”

“What if I told you I was screwing up on purpose so that I could watch you do it?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t. I’d call bullshit,” you scoff knowing that he’s full of it. “Your alpha male ego is bruised because your girl can do what you couldn’t, and you’d better fess up to it.”

Of course you know Jax Teller never ever will. But just as you’d intended, he’s offended… so the beast in him is raging now as he’s dripping with rainwater. And he’s never looked hotter. Hot enough to fucking kill.

***************

“I’ll show you how I stick it in the fucking hole.”

Jax loves to literally make you eat your words. He rasps them fierce into the wet gape of your mouth until they pierce into your soul, now as he pounds you on a bed of rain-soaked grass so hard it hurts. He’s just the worst. Gets off on pumping you so full and swallowing you whole. Your pussy pulsates all around his massive girth stretching you out until it feels like you’re about to fucking burst.

The tent that you had started putting up is far from finished. But Jax really couldn’t wait to do his business. He’s been railing you to pieces as the rain showers began, soaking the both of you again, just over these past several minutes.

And now he’s gloating on the power that his godlike cock has over you as he continues splitting your wet pussy open with it. Just the way he loves to plow. The way that only Jax knows how. “That shut you up real good now, didn’t it.”

You need to cum but you already know that he’s forbidden it. The rule that you can only ever reach release when Jax permits it is engraved deep in your core where his divine dominant dick has proudly written it. You’d never dare to disobey after how many times you’ve ridden it.

Although the two of you are clothed, it’s like the rain has stripped you both. The way it soaks makes such a joke of all your clothing. Barriers between your skin and his reduced to fucking nothing. The godly gorgeous man above you is a motherfucking king and looks more powerful than ever with the way the rainfall darkens as it drenches. Everything inside you clenches.

You could just die from this view. You do die as he then leans down to kiss you. Kisses long and hard and slow, pace of his lips such a stark contrast to the fast snap of his hips as his thick shaft slides in and out of your tight cunt until you’re both about to blow.

In the exact second that Jax at last allows you to let go… a bolt of lightning streaks across the sky with its electric glow, and you cum harder than the thunder bound to follow—light and sound moments apart, unlike the two of you who cum undone in sync to the aligned pound of your hearts, your peak and his one and the same as his seed spills explosively and fills you so ferociously while all your juices flow. Just how a man on earth can fuck like this you’ll never really know.

It doesn’t matter though—you’re his and he is yours and thankfully you know exactly how to push all of his buttons. Piss him off so that he’ll fuck your cunt to bits all of a sudden.

When it’s time to pitch a tent Jax Teller turns into a whiny little bitch who fucking can’t. But you sure can, and aren’t afraid to show it even if it makes him feel less of a man. What really matters is that you can always pitch a very big tent in his pants.

Cum rain or shine, Jax Teller’s dick is just divine. To you he is a golden god wielding his fuck-stick like a thunderbolt and goddamn does he love to play that role. He’s got the biggest pole, and always knows exactly how to stick it in the hole.

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[nishisun]

best part ☁️/ 002. first breakfast together

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Kuroo places his phone on the side next to him and stretches his arms a bit, noticing that your head is placed softly in his chest. She’d kill me if she woke up like this right now.

He can’t help but stare at your sleeping figure, admiring the way you’re sleeping so peacefully. His arms are placed awkwardly by his sides on the bed, scared that you may wake up if he places any arms around you. He doesn’t want this moment to end.

He knows he’s the reason why you two aren’t together and yes, he does regret it. He regrets it so much. He’s never one to do something so impulsive but with the way things ended for the both of you, he’s just grateful you’re even talking to him again. Lord knows he wouldn’t be as kind as you have been with him.

He knows he’s the reason why you two aren’t together and yes, he does regret it. He regrets it so much. He’s never one to do something so impulsive but with the way things ended for the both of you, he’s just grateful you’re even talking to him again. Lord knows he wouldn’t be as kind as you have been with him.

He knows he’s the reason why you two aren’t together and yes, he does regret it. He regrets it so much. He’s never one to do something so impulsive but with the way things ended for the both of you, he’s just grateful you’re even talking to him again. Lord knows he wouldn’t be as kind as you have been with him.

He wants this moment to last forever.

But, the truth hurts, and so does reality because when he feels you shift, his heart nearly stops.

Not only do you shift, you’re awake now, barely awake until you look around and realize you were sleeping on Kuroo. You look up at him and he already knows he’s a dead man.

You’re glaring at him now, he’s trying to muster up the courage to even explain himself because your death stare has that much of an effect.

“You pervert!” you nearly screech.

“I woke up and this is how you were! I didn’t want to bother you. I know you had a long day yesterday!” Kuroo raises both of his hands up in defensive, and you roll your eyes at him before rolling to the side of the bed so you were finally off of him and laying down facing his opposite direction.

“Okay.”

“Okay? You’re not mad..?”

“What time is it?”you ask, still facing the opposite direction. He glances at you before reaching for his phone to check the time.

“It’s 7:04”

“Perfect. I need to make Takeru breakfast before he wakes up.”

“Why does he eat so early?”

“Kuroo, what does that even mean?”

“Smells good in here,” Kuroo walks in the kitchen, a towel draped on his shoulders with slightly damp hair caused from sweat. He walks over and hugs you behind the waist, it would’ve been a romantic gesture if you were actually together, but you’re not, and you nearly screech at him.

“My God, go take a bath.” you mutter, he doesn’t ignore the way your cheeks are turning into a bright shade of pink. “Where’d you go anyway?”

“I see you’re still acting cold towards me.” You glare at him, and he raises his hands up before laughing. “I’m kidding, I went for a run.” He shrugs, grabbing a piece a banana. “You live in a pretty nice neighborhood, so that’s good for the kid.”

“What do you even know about kids?” you scoff.

“To be honest, absolutely nothing. I know they need food and shelter. And clothing too, I guess.” he looks over at you and notices you’re scrambling eggs and he admires how you look so concentrated even when doing the simplest task. “But I wanna learn more about kids, more about Takeru. He seems like a nice kid.”

“Oh, he is. I raised him right.”

“I mean, of course. It is you we’re talking about.” He agrees, he doesn’t even know how much of an effect that had on you. “While I was running this one lady stopped me and asked for a photo so she could send it to her son.”

“I always forget you’re famous.” you huff a laugh as you continue to fry the eggs.

“Well, not famous, just rich.” you roll your eyes, “To others, I’m a young and successful CEO, but to you and friends and family, I’m just regular Tetsuro.” He takes a bite into his banana. “Remember that one time in college, when we planned on majoring in the same subject just so we could have the same job?” You immediately chuckle, remembering the event.

“We were so naive.” It’s Kuroo’s turn to chuckle, he looks over to you and grins when he sees you smiling to yourself. It’s the first time in a while he’s seen you even let out a laugh in front of him. You usually keep to yourself. “Things were different, back then.”

“They were,” He crosses his arms with the banana still in his hand. “Hey, what do you do now, by the way?”

“Well, I’m a finance manager for a museum. I just file reports and long-term financial goals and other stuff.”

“Holy shit, that’s amazing, Y/N! Heard they pay really well.” He sounds so genuine, you can’t even look him in the eye.

“Yeah, it’s nothing really.” You shrug off, but you can’t help the way your heart swells. He’s always been so supportive.

“Are you kidding me? That’s literally like boss girl shit. You’re literally bad ass.” You laugh at the nickname and he joins in with you. You look up at him and smile again, about to thank him until you hear a small pair of footsteps walking down the halls.

It was Takeru, he was rubbing both of his eyes while walking, which was blocking his vision, He’s just about to run into a box, thankfully Kuroo swiftly picks him up and places him in his feeding chair.

“Woah there, bud! You gotta be more careful, okay?” The boy nods shyly, still very unfamiliar with Kuroo. Kuroo grins at the toddler brightly and Takeru smiles back and you could’ve sworn right then and there your heart melted. You turn your head quickly, acting as if you didn’t just witness the scene that has just made you soft.

This man is going to be the death of you. It’s been less than a day and you’re already softening to him.

“Good morning, baby. How was your night?” You coo, walking towards your son with his plate of scrambled eggs and toast with sliced apples on the side. You had cut up the bread into small pieces and didn’t put any spread on it because Takeru is a picky eater.

“Good!” He nods aggressively, rubbing his hands together in excitement. “Thanks for the food, mama!”

“You’re welcome, honey.” you give him a quick peck on the cheek. You turn to Kuroo, who’s gives you a smile and you smile back. “I made pancakes and kept them in the oven so they’d be warm.”

“Why oven?” he laughs and you playfully hit him on his chest.

“Because, Kuroo. I read it somewhere. And,” you open the oven lifting the pan from the oven to reveal the pancakes, which were still steaming hot. “It obviously worked.”

“I’m impressed, you used to suck at cooking.”

Now all settled at the dining table, it’s quiet, Takeru speaks up every now and then to ask you a question to which you reply to and it’s as if he’s completely ignoring Kuroo’s presence. Kuroo has already texted you, asking why Takeru wasn’t asking Kuroo any questions and you simply explained that he’ll come around since he’s a shy kid.

“You should come stay at my place. The both of you.” He says suddenly, you nearly choke on your food, shaking your head in disapproval before Kuroo interrupts you. “Wait, let me explain.”

“I’m listening.”

“I feel like it would be more convenient, you know? You have to drive an hour to your job, which is literally like a 10 minute drive from mine, I’m literally always home, so I could watch Takeru, so it would be son and father bond—“

You cut him off with a loud cough, and motion your head towards Takeru, who cocks his head to the side and Kuroo silently apologizes.

“I need to be there when you’re with him.” you state, taking a bite of your eggs.

“Why?”

“Do you trust yourself with kids?”

He opens he mouth to say something, but then closes it.

“Exactly.”

“So.. You’re gonna move in?”

“Can you not word it like that.. and no, That’s too fast. Not to mention, it’s weird. I work at home aswell, Kuroo. I only go for meetings once or twice a week, so it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Okay,” He swallows the food in his mouth “Who babysits Takeru?

“Kenma, when he can. It’s either that or I hire a babysitter.”

“A babysitter? You don’t have like.. one who’s long-term?”

You glance at Takeru for a brief second and then sigh “No, there’s not many of those types of babysitters near us.” you mutter.

“Perfect! See? Another reason why you should just move in. It’s nothing more than two parents co-parenting.”

“Kuroo, I understand your intentions, but it’s just not going to work.. I can’t.” you sigh once again and Takeru looks up at you with concern and you smile reassuringly at him. “That’s too much..”

“Well, I don’t see what the problem is here.”

“This,” You motioned your hands between you and Kuroo “This is the problem. I’ve been taking care of Takeru by myself, and I’m not saying I don’t want you guys to have a bond, but it’s not a smart idea for me and Takeru to practically move in with you. I honestly don’t feel comfortable doing that. Besides, I love it here. I worked hard for this house.”

“Right, I’m sorry.” Kuroo looks at you in awe before giving you a small nod.

“It’s fine, I know you just want to get closer with him, but it’s gonna take time. We can’t rush things. So let’s take things slow between the two of you, okay?”

“Okay.”

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[lilacyennefer]

“it’s all going to be okay now. you’re safe. we’re safe.” with any of Charlie’s characters, you decide :) thank you!

Thank you for the request <3

I chose Raleigh because I really miss my soft hubby, I hope you like it :)

Warning: none

You’re tossing and turning in your sleep, your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest, it beats so fast, and you’re covered in your sweat.

You faintly hear your name being called, but it’s way too far from you, and the voice of a Kaiju is way too loud.

It’s not real, you try to tell yourself.

It’s a nightmare.

But you can’t wake up.

You’re fighting for your life, for Raleigh’s, for the whole world, trying to defeat the Kaiju, but it’s too strong.

The next thing you see is the giant monster taking Raleigh away from you, the scream you let out hurts your throat, tears rolling down on your face as you scream and sob Raleigh’s name all at once.

Then, your eyes finally snap open, revealing a dark room to you, making you sit up as you try to catch your breath.

“Y/N.” You hear your name being called softly from next to you.

“Raleigh!” You whisper, turning towards the blonde sitting next to you on the bed, a worried expression is written on his handsome face.

“I’m—“ You breath, unable to form words yet.

“I know.” Raleigh says.

He knows.

Not just because he shares the same nightmares, same monsters, same scenarios haunting his dreams, but because your drifting experience is still so new, you sometimes ghost drift in your sleep, sharing memories, thoughts, and dreams.

“It felt so real.” You sob, remembering everything in your dream, including seeing him die.

Raleigh pulls you close, hugging you tightly, letting you cry.

“It’s all going to be okay now.” Raleigh soothes you “You’re safe. We’re safe.”

Raleigh places tender kisses all over your forehead and cheeks, knowing it would slowly calm you down.

When you stopped crying, and your breath evened out, he softly spoke again.

“I’m not gonna let anyone or anything hurt us ever again. I promise.”

You nod, silently signaling that you believe him.

Raleigh Becket is a man who keeps his promises.

And he did keep this one.

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[ohmsjedi]

𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘈𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 /𝘚𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘈𝘜

Characters: Rex, Wolffe, Cody, Fives, and Echo

a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve posted and i’m currently working on some stories, but i’ve been meaning to make a modern au for quite some time. i rarely see any modern au’s for the clones and hopefully this inspires some writers to write modern au’s as well :)

𝐑𝐞𝐱

Vintage/Dark Academia

something about vintage and dark academia aesthetic gives me rex vibes

owns a lot of vintage sweaters and cardigans

wears a silver ring on his right thumb

likes the club 85 reeboks and converse

when winter comes around he switches up his style

fall and winter are the only seasons he wears doc martin boots

has his clothes divided up into seasons 

buys his clothes at thrift stores with Wolffe and Echo

his room is very very comfy

owns some antiques

he has a few plants in his room

his walls are covered with art canvasses, especially ones that he is easily amused by 

owns a few romance novels and very old books

Top Favorite artists:

Hozier, Frank Ocean, Maná, Joji, and Incubus

Favorite song: Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟𝐞

Alt/Grunge

based off of his personality, he gives off alt and grunge vibes 

wears black and silver rings on his right hand 

owns a pair of combat boots, but doesn’t wear them that often

doesn’t have a personal reference for shoe brands 

most of his grunge wear is inspired by kurt cobain

goes to thrift stores for his attire most of the time, unless there’s a shirt he really wants that’s in retail/online he’ll buy it 

actually enjoys thrifting with Rex and Echo 

coffee addict 🧍

wanted to dye his hair but decided not to

has a record collection

prefers music that he can relate to or has actual meaning in the lyrics

his room is covered with posters of his favorite bands, singers, horror movies

owns a few edgar allen poe books, along with poems, and manga

Top Favorite artists:

Ghostemane, $uicideboy$, The Cramps, Linkin Park, and Green Day

Favorite song: Sleepwalking - Bring Me The Horizon

𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲

Streetwear

while doing research i just know this man would have a rich style

when i think of cody my brain goes...

“gah dayumn 👨🏼‍🦳👓🤏🏼”

cody would be more laid back and into more of a “modest” style

i just know this mans clothes and shoes are ✨crisp✨

his style is phenomenal

one of his hobbies is buying/collecting shoes

he’s more resilient compared to most shoe collectors

amazing at matching his shoes with his outfits

owns a lot of pairs of nikes and golf le fleurs

actually doesn’t mind getting his shoes dirty or creased; if it happens, it happens

buys his clothes in retail/or online stores

owns a few gold chains

has both a clothes and shoe rack in his room

keeps his favorite shirts on the shirt rack rather than in his closet

his walls are covered in concert posters, and only concert posters 

like i said, he’s very laid back :)

has a comic book collection and collects action figures/statues

Top Favorite artists:

The Weekend, A$AP ROCKY, 6LACK, Tyler, the Creator, and Brent Faiyaz

Favorite song: Wer Dreamz- J. Cole

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

Skater boy

since the get go, fives has always gave off punk/skater vibes

used to wear thrasher shirts but doesn’t anymore (because people wear them as a trend)

favorite brand is golf wang

owns a lot of pairs of golf le fleurs and vans

buys a new pair of low top vans every month

cause this mf can’t go without ruining his shoes when he skates or just in general

i imagine fives doing tricks off of his board to impress the ladies and, or, men

does not have a monster energy addiction...

but does have an arizona one ☝🏼

has a wall covered in arizona and monster energy cans

definitely made a weapon with monster energy cans

his room is covered with posters of video games, movies, and concert posters

has a manga wall behind his bed 

his room is messy af, but he tries to keep it clean, but fails miserably 

Top Favorite artists:

Tyler The Creator, Lil Uzi Vert, Deftones, Eyedress, and The Neighborhood

Favorite song: Cupid’s Chokehold - Gym Class Heroes

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨

Soft boy

you already knew this man would be into the soft aesthetic

he believes soft aesthetic suits him more

at first he didn’t care much for his style

fives was the one that influenced him to find his own style 

prefers converse over vans

owns a pair of overalls, but isn’t too confident to wear them out in public because he’s afraid of the negative comments he’ll get from people :/ (but hey, it’s okay to wear whatever you want)

does cuff his jeans

buys his clothes from the thrift store

enjoys going thrift shopping with Rex and Wolffe because he feels more comfortable when they’re around 

his walls are covered with photos (like fives manga wall), but they are all from his favorite movies/shows 

and they are colored coordinated ! ! ! 

i take him as a plant person, so lots of plants that he knows will benefit his health 

his air is ✨crisp✨

his room is his safe place, meaning his room is very welcoming to anyone

has a funko pop collection

has his own little corner library full of books of all different genres and sub genres 

Top Favorite artists:

Wallows, Melanie Martinez, Current Joys, AURORA, and Foster The People

Favorite song: Better Together - Jack Johnson

a/n: yes, these are artists that i personally listen to, my music genre is a mess. also, i’m willing to listen to every genre except country....anyway. just a reminder to drink water and to take care of yourself today and tomorrow my love <3

[shinsukesgf]

𝐦𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

miya osamu is afraid of love but you managed to catch his attention. so what’s better than to send you anonymous messages as an attempt to make a move on you. what was the worst that could happen, right?

➸ chapter ten : 100% real this time

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a/n : gahhh we’ve reached the end of mr anonymous !! thank u for everyone who has been supporting it & giving it love, i cannot express how appreciate & grateful i am for it all T_T its been so much fun reading all ur comments to each chapter, it really makes my day seeing it all 🥺 so again, thank u all for supporting my smau, hopefully this has been just as enjoyable for you as it was for me !! luv u guys ヽ(；▽；)ノ

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[free-pool-trash]

folklore - isaac lahey {9/?}

Hey lovlies ✌🏻💕 sorry this part took so long something wasn’t sitting right with me so I rewrote it like 3 time 😫 but don’t worry I figured it out.

It’s all angst from here I’m afraid crew

👁💧👄💧👁

Pleasssssse let me know what you think, im hanging by a thread here 😭💕

Word count: 5.1K

Warning(s): fluff at the start :), a whole bunch of swearing, blood, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any! <3

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The next morning came by all too quickly, you’d barely gotten any sleep. Yourself and Isaac spent the whole night talking, just like you used to before the tone of your lives had changed drastically.

There was so much you needed to get off your chest, and of course Isaac had a lot to say too so that’s what the pair of you did- put everything out on the table.

You did a whole lot of talking, laughed a lot, cried a little and for the first time ever during one of your and Isaac’s late night chats there was an incredible amount of shared kisses. Those little perks of being a couple were something you could definitely get used to.

Your fingers drew circles on Isaac’s chest, the boy laid there, contently looking down at you. Your head was comfortably tucked against his shoulder, turned up at an angle so that you were still face to face.

He noted how your eyes glinted in the morning sun, watery due to lack of sleep. It was crazy to him; the effect that you had. He swore he could be on fire and all it would take to put him out was one of your reassuring smiles pointed even vaguely in his direction.

Realistically, Isaac knew he should’ve been sad- heartbroken, even. His father had just been quite brutally murdered, he should be a mess, but he wasn’t.

Maybe it had something to do with the years of trauma the man had inflicted on him or maybe it was Isaac’s new supernatural status, whatever the reason for it, Isaac wasn’t mourning the death of his father.

Instead, all he could think about was how warm your body felt against his.

“It’s morning time.” He smiled at your murmur, the smile widened when you pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone.

Isaac hummed in acknowledgment and squeezed your leg that you had thrown across his stomach. “Yeah.”

You moved your chin to rest against his chest, eyes looking into his, “We can stay here if you want. We don’t have to go to school.” You suggested but Isaac knew it was more of a plea when he saw the hopeful grin growing on your lips.

“Nah I gotta go in. I have lacrosse practice.” He spoke out, his voice low and grumbly from how tired he was.

You scoffed jokingly, pushing yourself up so your lips were hovering over his, “Lacrosse huh?”

His eyes were hooded now as he glanced down at your lips, his hands moving to grasp your waist, “Mhm.”

With a smirk you ghosted his lips with your own, you could hear his heart beating through his chest and you could feel how badly he wanted to connect his lips to yours.

“Well then I guess we better get a move on.” You whispered against his lips, pulling away abruptly and hoping out of the bed, strutting to the bathroom with a sway in your hips as you knew he was watching.

A look of disbelief was painted across his face as he shouted through the walls, “Out of all the things that have happened this week that was the most fucked up!”

*

You were going to kill Scott when you got your hands on him. Seriously could he have been anymore obvious?

“Scott! What the hell are you doing.” You whispered from the bleachers, knowing he could hear you.

The boy whispered back, determination clear in his voice, “There’s another werewolf. I need to find out who it is.”

He must’ve smelled it off him. So much for keeping it a secret.

“Scott stop, I know who it is.” You panicked, by the time the words left your mouth both Isaac and Scott had sent each other flying through the air.

As you made your way down from your spot on the bleachers to separate the commotion happening between your two baby werewolves, you noticed sheriff Stilinski and a few deputies making their way across the field.

The sheriff’s gaze was set on Isaac and you found your feet matching the older man’s pace in a silent race to get to the boy in question.

Unfortunately, since you were unable to use vamp speed, the sheriff had beaten you in the unspoken race. His hand had wrapped around Isaac’s bicep as he attempted to lead him away.

When you realised what was happening, you threw caution to the wind and began jogging, not even sparing Scott or Stiles a glance when they called out for you to stop.

Once you were close enough you reached out, successfully grabbing Isaac’s wrist and stopping him and the sheriff in their tracks. “What’s going on?” You demanded, looking between Isaac and the sheriff.

“They think I killed my dad.” Isaac told you quietly and you couldn’t stop the look of utter disbelief that appeared on your face as you moved to stand between Isaac and the sheriff.

“Are you kidding me?” The sheriff sighed with exhaustion at your shout. He knew it was going to be a long day when he saw his son and Scott marching toward the already escalating scene.

“Look, kid. He’s a suspect we have to hold him.” Sheriff Stilinski had been making arrests for a long time but he was sure the look you were giving him was the most venomous he’d ever seen.

“A suspect? Why? What’s your proof?” You shot out, eyebrows furrowed and fangs ready to spring from your gums.

Maybe it had something to do with the night of the full moon looming but you were finding it extremely difficult to keep your anger in check. After yesterday, you were almost certain if your rage got out out of hand there’d be no stopping you.

“We, uh, have reason to believe that Isaac had motive to kill his father. That’s all I can tell you.”

You scowled at him, easing up only slightly as you felt Isaac interlocking his fingers with yours from behind you. “That’s bullshit! He couldn’t have killed his dad because he was with me.” You lied smoothly.

The sheriff raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “With you?”

“Mhm. At my place.” You continued, ignoring the squeeze of warning you were getting from Isaac.

“Look, we have an eye witness account saying that Isaac fled his home, followed by his father and your name never came up.”

Letting out a cynical laugh you all but squared up to the man, “Yeah? And where do you think he fled to?” You asked challengingly.

You would’ve said more if Stiles hadn’t shoved himself in between yourself and his father, sporting a fake smile on his face as he started to ramble, “Hey guys! How we all doing? Good? Good. That’s really great to hear. (Y/n) can I borrow you for a second?” Stiles prompted you, nodding his head rather aggressively in an attempt to get you to stand down.

“No.” You and the sheriff spoke simultaneously, shocking Stiles.

“Young lady, I don’t think you understand the seriousness of what you’re saying. Being an accomplice to murder is a serious offence.” He told you sternly, clearly wanting to give you an opportunity to back down and walk away.

“(Y/n) come on.” Scott pleaded from behind you and you could feel the anxiety seeping off of both Stiles and Isaac.

Stiles laughed nervously, also trying to give you a fighting chance of walking away, “She’s not an accomplice! You’re not an accomplice, right?”

He fixed you with a confused look and repeated, “Right?”

“No I’m not an accomplice because Isaac didn’t kill his father!” You rebutted angrily through gritted teeth, the boys surrounding you terrified of the look on your face in that moment.

With a hard look, sheriff Stilinski took your arm in one hand and Isaac’s in the other and pulled the pair of you towards the police car, “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to take you both into holding.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” You heard Scott exclaim desperately from behind you, his voice two octaves higher than usual.

Carefully, you began to whisper quietly under your breath so that only Scott and Isaac would hear you, “Tonight’s the full moon. I’m not letting them put him in a holding cell alone. Call Derek. Come get us out.”

You didn’t glance back at Scott to check if he heard you, you simply kept walking ahead and complied with the sheriff as he placed you into the car, beside Isaac.

*

“Since we’re technically in prison and you’re technically part k9, does that mean you’re my bitch?” You wondered out loud, looking across the holding cell at Isaac who sat (moping) on the bench.

“Don’t make me laugh. I’m mad at you.” He grumbled and you pouted from your spot on the floor.

“It was a serious question.” You whined.

Isaac groaned, completely disregarding your question, “You’re insane? You know that don’t you?”

“Rude.” You complained, leaning your head back against the cold bars of the cell.

“No seriously. You shouldn’t be in here with me.” Isaac grumbled yet again.

“Ok, first of all, you shouldn’t even be in here in the first place because-“ you paused, took a deep breath and looked at the camera adjacent to yourself and Isaac on the wall outside the cell before shouting, “He didn’t fucking do anything!”

You had to force yourself into calming down as you felt your anger causing your heart rate to rise rapidly, you took one more deep breath and then continued what you had been saying.

“Secondly, and in all seriousness, the idea of you being in here on your own makes me feel physically sick, especially since it’s your first full moon and all this crap with the Argents going on… I just wanted to be with you.” You admitted sheepishly, picking at the sleeves of your jumper to avoid his gaze.

Isaac’s heart beat picked up at your words but you couldn’t say anything as yours had too, with a soft sigh he muttered, “You don’t have to protect me.”

“I know. I know you don’t need protection, you never have. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t strength in numbers right now.” Isaac was quiet for a second before speaking up again.

“Hey, babe?” You looked up at the sound of his voice, he was giving you a soft smile that made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah?” Isaac was shaking his head in disbelief, he let out a short chuckle and made his way across the cement floor and slid down beside you.

You watched him fondly and couldn’t help the roaring laugh that left your mouth when he leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I’m definitely your bitch.”

*

Before either of you knew it, night had fallen and you’d begun to feel antsy. Your chest grew heavy with each noise or set of passing footsteps. You paced the cell restlessly, wringing your hands together and doing your best to disregard the feeling of dread swelling up inside of you.

It wasn’t long before Isaac was holding his head in his hands, his knee jutting in the same restless manner that you were pacing.

Growls were rising from the back of his throat and you wouldn’t lie, it was making you more than a little nervous.

You slowly approached him, proceeding with extra caution you reached out and tugged on his sleeve, hoping the action would bring him a sense of familiarity and not startle him.

Isaac’s head whipped around, his eyes glowing amber when they landed on you. “What’s happening?” He asked in a growl.

As gently as you possibly could, you moved your hands to Isaac’s cheeks and did your best to ignore his changed features.

“It’s the full moon. How are you feeling?” You kept your voice quiet, again trying to accommodate his heightened senses.

Isaac only screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw tightly, “Like I want to rip apart everything I see within a fifty mile radius.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at the holding area door, helplessly wishing Scott would come rushing through the door.

Isaac’s face seemed, for once, not to be comfortable in your hold as he began to growl and attempt to break out of your grip.

“No, no, no. Isaac, hey. Look at me.” The wolf reluctantly stopped wiggling and fixed his gaze on yours. Your eyes were now blazing purple and you felt your own composure slipping from your grasp.

Another gutteral sound left Isaac’s throat, his clawed hands digging into your hips for some kind of leverage. “Just keep looking at me alright… God, I don’t actually know how to do this but, uhm, just think about something that’ll keep you grounded, ok?” You told him frantically, speeding through your words as you heard the approaching footsteps of someone who was definitely not Scott or Derek.

The boy in front of you nodded his head just as the door opened. No, it didn’t open, it was practically pulled off its hinges. Effectively ruining the progress you’d made with your moon crazy boyfriend.

The man who walked in was dressed like a deputy but the gushing wound and arrow sticking out of his leg gave him away as a fake. As well as that, the gun he was pointing at Isaac gave him away as a hunter.

“Oh shit.” It was your turn to growl when Isaac broke out of your grasp. He pulled the cell door clean off, and set off towards the hunter.

Immediately, you ran behind him but before you could stop the two from killing each other, something else caught your eye. And your nose. It had taken over all of your senses, actually…

The blood leaking from his leg had you frozen on the spot, your mouth watering and mind unable to focus.

By now, Isaac had tossed the hunter aside and you weren’t sure when, but at some point Stiles had entered the room and your boyfriend was now attempting to attack your main food source.

“(Y/n)! Little help here?” Stiles cried from the floor and you tried your best to pull yourself together.

It didn’t take too much strength for you to restrain Isaac, you had one arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other around his torso, successfully holding him against your chest.

You hadn’t noticed how hungry you were in the moment, you needed to eat before someone would need to restrain you.

Pushing the hunger away you tried your best to get through to the new wolf struggling against your grip.

“Remember the thing that keeps you grounded! What was it? Tell me about it.” You tried to prompt, however as soon as Isaac attempted to respond a resounding howl filled the room.

The sudden noise had caused Isaac to cower against you. His body shook against yours, reluctantly you released him from your hold, allowing him to curl up in fear against the nearest wall.

Derek stood at the head of the room, his aura screaming for command as he glowered down at Isaac before turning his gaze to you and Stiles.

“I’m the alpha.” The Hale stated pompously.

With a questioning laugh you motioned towards the mess of the room, Isaac in wolf form shaking and whining like a kicked puppy, a mercenary bleeding and unconscious on the tiles and a very rumpled up Stiles.

“What you are is a grade A ass. Where the hell were you?” Derek stiffened at your agitated tone.

The man in question cleared his throat, his authority slipping away in the presence of your glare, “Scott & I went to scope Isaac’s house.”

“And that took you six hours?” You scoffed, kneeling down next to Isaac and running a gentle hand through the scared boy’s hair.

He whimpered at your touch, only quieting down when you transferred as much calming energy as you could manage to conjure up onto him.

It was getting harder to ignore the blood lust you were feeling, the smell of blood and Stiles’ racing pulse were beginning to cloud your mind. It wasn’t the usual hunger, though. It felt far more violent. Almost as if you’d never be able to get enough no matter how much you consumed.

“I need to leave.” You stated, standing from your spot beside Isaac and fixing Derek with a hard look, “Take Isaac somewhere safe.”

“Wait hold on, where are you going?” Derek asked sternly.

“To find some blood before I start ripping people’s throats out.” You responded bluntly, not waiting for his reply, you used your speed to leave the sheriff's station.

You found yourself in the woods. Close to the old Hale house.

There was a certain scent, you couldn’t quite place it though. It was metallic, but unlike the blood you were used to, it smelled stale.

But still, it was captivating your senses and you needed to get to the bottom of it. You couldn’t decide what was more overpowering, your hunger or your curiosity.

Impatiently, you made your way through the darkened tree line, following the scent until it led you to the building you were oh so familiar with.

The Hale house stood before you, menacing as ever and reeking of old blood.

As you walked up the porch steps, the rotten stairs creaked with every shift of weight. When you finally placed your hand on the door you realised your mistake.

What felt like a billion bolts of electricity shot through your body the second your palm met the door knob.

All of your breath left your lungs as your body hit the floor. As your legs and arms seized and convulsed on the forest floor, having rolled down the porch steps with the force of the shock, a voice sounded from out of the shadows.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here…” The voice was old and scratchy, something like a worn out vinyl, a record that had been played so often that some of the tunes now came out as a painful drawl. “Come on, let’s get her rigged up.” The man demanded and you writhed against the many pairs of hands that began dragging you to what you assumed was some kind of van.

Your vision was blurry as you attempted to get your bearings, sitting up in the van after the doors had been forcefully slammed and you were left alone.

“Le-“ You attempted to heave out words, your attempts were fruitless though as your lungs were still devoid of any oxygen.

Frustration seemed to give you the strength you needed as you finally regained enough control over your body to yell out, a very enraged, “Let me out you bastards!”

A cynical laugh came from the head of the van, “She has a lot of spunk. You’d know she was a L/n.”

“I’m going-“ You rasped yet again, fighting against the shackles that had been placed on your wrists at some point, “To fucking rip your stupid throat out! With my teeth!”

As threatening as your words were, your wheezy, out of breath voice let you down.

“Now, now. No need for that.” He spoke, only for a voice you recognised to cut him off.

“I’m starting to think this wasn’t the best idea.” It was Chris Argent. You forced yourself to move as close to the front of the van as your shackles would allow.

“What exactly do you plan on doing with an innocent seventeen year old, Mr.Argent?” You drawled, the electricity almost completely out of your system, your lungs finally working at their usual capacity again.

When the hunter didn’t grace you with a response, and you figured you couldn’t do much else right in the moment, you decided you’d poke the proverbial bear.

“You tried to kill my boyfriend tonight… it’d be a real shame if I had to retaliate.”

“Shut it.” Chris said, his voice unamused, bordering on nervous.

Bored, you clicked your tongue, “No, I don’t think I will. Anyway, unless you want me to go into graphic detail about how I’m going to disembowel both of you when I get out, tell me why you’re kidnapping me.”

The old man chimed in then, “Because you, little girl, are an abomination.”

“And you, old decrepit asshole, are getting on my last nerve. Give me a straight answer before I make you give me a straight answer.” You tugged violently at the chains, loosening them from the metal wall, to convey your point.

“Brute force will get you nowhere, little wolf.” Wolf? There was your opening. They didn’t have a clue about you.

Deciding you couldn’t give away your only edge, you played into their delusions, “Where was that a few hours ago when you sent a hitman to put down a seventeen year old boy who's never done anything worse than miss an assignment?”

He scoffed then, “No matter how sweet you think you are. You wolves are all the same. You’re all killers.”

A laugh left the back of your throat, “Are you senile or something? Last time I checked you hunter dickheads were the ones killing people.”

“That’s enough, we’re done talking.” Chris asserted, you couldn’t see either of the men you’d been speaking to but you could imagine their clenched jaws at your statement.

With a smirk you kept talking, “You killed, what was it? Oh yes. All of the Hale’s. Cora was only a little older than me at the time, Kate torched the house five years ago so that would have made Cora twelve years old when she was burned alive.”

You paused for a second, allowing your anger to seep off of you and onto them. “Tell me… what monstrosities could a twelve year old girl have committed?”

“This is your last warning.” Chris grumbled and you ignored him yet again.

“All of these broken morals lead me to wonder; what would precious Alison think of all of this? Maybe I’ll ask her at school on Monday.” You tormented the men, readying yourself to make a break for it as you felt the van slow down.

Quietly, or as quietly as you possibly could, you freed your wrists from their shackles. Shakily you stood up and then you waited.

When the door opened you fixed the two men who were looking at you in mild shock with a smirk, “Hi.”

“How did you… those shackles were doused in mistletoe.” At the old man's shock your smirk broadened. It was something you had found out from both Damon Salvatore and Deaton. Mistletoe only weakened wolves, not vampires.

With a coy shrug you shot them a wink, “I’d really love to stay and chat but, I have homework.” With that you began to run, but the older man caught your forearm before you got a clean break.

And normally, his amount of strength wouldn’t have been able to stop you, what was really hindering your movement was the dagger he had logged in your abdomen.

Your eyes were wide and you let out a pathetic squeal of pain when he twisted the knife in your stomach, his voice was menacing as he spoke, “You’re not going anywhere.” He spat out in your face, hand firm on the dagger.

“Yes. I. Am.” You seethed through gritted teeth, containing the blood that was filling your mouth.

Using whatever strength you could muster, you threw the man away from you and took off running, the dagger still lodged in your abdomen.

When you were sure you were far enough away, you fell to your knees.

Taking a shaky breath you looked around the street you’d landed on. You weren’t sure where you were and your phone was lying abandoned on the floor of the woods. It was times like this you wish you had a howl.

Then as if it was some incredible mirage, driving down the street was a light blue jeep. “Stiles!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, dragging yourself to the edge of the road.

“Stiles! Stiles please!” You cried out, letting out a breath of relief when the jeep stopped only a few meters from you.

Within seconds Stiles was sprinting over to you, sliding the rest of the way on his knees and cupping your face with a terrified expression, “Y/n!? What hap- hu- oh dear god!” He tried his best not to gag when he noticed that you were literally impaled.

“Ok. Ok. No what happened? Wait no. Right not important.” The boy rambled and you let him lead you as he picked you up from the dirt and placed you laying down across the back seat of his jeep.

Stiles drove like a madman to the hospital, wincing when you’d whimper and muttering apologies when you’d let out a cry.

“I think you would’ve been really proud of how I handled that situation.” You jested weakly from your spot, Stiles looked at you briefly in disbelief.

“What? By getting stabbed?” He shot back.

You offered him a faint giggle, “Nah, you shoulda heard me, Sty. I was such a snarky bitch.”

“So that’s how the stabbing thing happened. Got it.”

Only a few more minutes passed before you’d arrived at the hospital. Stiles had practically dragged you in and you couldn’t help the mewls of agony you were letting out as he passed you off to Melissa.

“What the hell happened?” She screeched and all you could offer in response was a blood filled cough, causing Melissa to nod her head in understanding, “Right. Questions later.”

*

Aimlessly you looked around for something, anything.

You were in complete darkness, but your body stood tall and seemingly healthy, no sign of any kind of wound.

A dull, yellow light shone in the distance. Cautiously, you took a step forward and it was only then that you knew where you were.

Under your feet, which were devoid of any shoes or socks, wet leaves crunched under your weight and you found yourself, yet again, standing in front of the Hale house.

It looked how it usually did, sad and decolate. However, what was unusual was that dull light shining through one of the partially melted windows.

Humming sounded from the home, hitting your ears in perfect pitch. It brought a wave of calmness over you, tranquilizing your fears as you twisted the knob that had once sent you into a horrific shock.

The rotten hardwood cooled your feet as you shuffled thoughtlessly through the house which you used to view as a home away from home.

“You put up a great fight.” A deep voice spoke from inside the lit room.

The voice was unmistakable, but you knew that there was only one explanation for why you were hearing it. For as long as you could, you wanted to hold onto your naivety.

“Who's there?” You called in response while small steps carried you closer and closer to the room.

The voice let out a chuckle, “I think you already know.”

Finally, you arrived in the room. Confronting the voice you knew all too well.

“Good to see you again, sweetheart.” You saw his face then, standing charred and battered like a fallen angel was Peter Hale.

The sob that fell from you was impossible to stop, you didn’t waste another second, you threw yourself at the man in front of you. A teary smile found your face when he welcomed you with open arms, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you cried into his shoulder.

“Quiet now, no more tears.” He said, pulling away from you, his thumb brushing under your eye gently, sweeping the falling teardrops away.

With a sniffle you looked at your surroundings before returning your gaze to Peter, “Am I dead?” You asked meekly.

Oddly enough, you felt accepting of it. Liked it, almost. It was quiet here- wherever here was.

“Temporarily.” He answered, guiding you further into the room. It had a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and two wooden chairs sat vacant underneath it. “Have a seat.”

Doing as told, you sat down on the chair opposite Peter. “Where are we?” You questioned, the silence, although peaceful, was overwhelming.

Peter gave you a small grin, gesturing to the room around you, “Purgatory.” He answered simply.

He stared at you then, a look in his eyes you recognised but, for the first time since you’d turned, you couldn’t feel it. It was something akin to sadness. It held love too, though.

“The next part is the hardest. When you wake up you won’t have a clue how you got there. You’ll be starving and all you’ll want to do is start tearing people apart.” He explained and your stomach dropped.

You were going to wake up and complete the transition, you’d be a fully fledged vampire and all because of some stupid knife wound.

“I won’t remember being dead?”

Peter shook his head, “You’ll remember this part, not the actual passing over part though.”

A tear slipped from your eye and you forced yourself to take in a shaky breath, “Passing over to where?”

Peter shrugged, “Don’t know. I’ve never gotten that far; too much unfinished business.” He tried to lighten the mood, but he realised there was no use as he noticed your breathing pick up and your eyes fill with tears yet again.

“You’re strong, you’ll be perfectly fine. You are my beta, after all.” He soothed, moving his chair so it would be next to yours.

You let out a croaky laugh at that, “I haven’t been strong. I’ve been drowning ever since you bit me, I haven’t done much other than fight with myself.”

“Not true. I’ve been keeping an eye on you. Keeping Derek under control is a job not everyone is up for, but you’re doing it like it’s nothing. Although, you’d be doing a lot better if I had gotten to you before Derek ripped by throat out.” He muttered the last part, obviously not happy with your trip to Mystic Falls.

“Damon told me you used to drink together.” You recalled with a smile, distracting yourself from the future of impending darkness.

Peter laughed at the memory but didn’t speak.

The dense silence returned, not for long though, distantly you heard shouts. They were more like pleads really. Or were they screams?

“Y/n! Can you hear me? Y/n! Y/n!”

Softly, you turned your head towards the doorway, the hallway light was turned on now too, “Someone’s calling me.”

Peter stood up, a heavy grief filled sigh falling from him as he offered you his hand and pulled you to your feet when you took it. “It’s almost time. But not just yet, there's one last thing you need to do.”

“What is it?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to know the answer.

Peter pulled you close, placed a kiss to the top of your head then began guiding you, arm tightly wrapped around your shoulder.

He answered you solemnly, blue eyes sparkling with unwanted wisdom, “You have to say goodbye.”

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