#I can’t get the color of the mushroom on it’s back right 😭

[juvian]

One Pokemon a day ! - Parasect #0047

[monarchberrysblog]

IT’S GETTING STICKY !! 𝒻𝓉. 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒶 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

summary: living in an alternate universe where the A/B/O dynamic contributes to societal norms, you ask your werewolf boss to help you through your heat. it can't cause any more problems, right?

tags: afab! reader, slow-burn??, knotting, praising, ruts and heat, possessive and clingy behavior, slick, soft sex, mentions of claws and elongated canines, and biting is mentioned.

author’s note: this fic is primarily for me as this was supposed to be posted for kinktober, but got help back as I had to research this 😭 and this is a super late birthday present for myself ngl—

The cycles of heats and ruts were meticulously scheduled, a system that you, had come to know. Each month, the 17th stood out boldly, encircled in an obnoxious pink heart drawn with a highlighter and accentuated by a pink pen. The vivid hue clashed dramatically with the monochrome palette of his stark office, where the muted greys and blacks formed a backdrop as dreary as the paperwork piled high on his desk.

This method of marking is brilliant in its simplicity—nontraceable, yet striking enough to be easily noticed past Miguel’s paperwork. It was a system that worked, a colorful beacon.

But the aroma, no, the stench—it’s hard to drown out.

Let alone ignore.

It was a sweet aroma he adores. That sweet, enticing smell always stirred his stomach. It was enough to make anyone throw up from the smell. But the smell became a familiarity for Miguel. The smell always plagued him, no matter what he uses to remove the smell.

The smell was similar like you: Sticky and stubborn to get rid of.

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The sickening sound of the bed springs rocking under the additional weight broke the apartment's typical silence. “C’mon, let me slide it in…” He growls against the shell of your ear, his elongated canine nipping at a tiny bit of skin. His hardening cock nudged and nudged, pleading for a form of entry. His words feign harm. He croons meaningless words, slowly rubbing his veiny length against your soft, puffy lips. “It’s not gonna fit” are the only words escaping your lips. The only words. “I’ll make it fit.” He hisses, a throb at the base of his cock, waiting for him to release the knot at his balls.

He looms over you like a shadow, his lips moving from the shell of your ear to your cupid’s bow. A yearn of softness. A plead of physical contact that didn’t involve lust or ruts. You reach up, attempting to sew his lips against yours and to keep him there.

He exhales a heavy groan, his breath sweeping a lost strand of hair away from your face. “Please,” his eyes narrow. The dim lights of your room emphasize the color crimson in his iris. Red mixes with your hazelnut color, a combination of lava and graphite.

“You can do it.” He rasps before gently guiding the head of his tip to your fluttering entrance. His bulbous tip gently moved up and down your slit. A soft groan escapes the back of his throat, the sensation of your walls engulfing him and suffocating him. Even with the diamond shimmer of slick, the rut in his gut nearly suffocated his cock. It was as if a barbed wire was around his shaft, squeezing and probing for release. His hand grasp at his length, squeezing at it before pushing the mushroom-y tip inside. He uses his free hand to grab at your rear, eyeing at the exotic sight of your greedy walls taking him and gripping onto him like a vice.

“I can’t…!” A strained stretch overwhelmed you as his breathing fanned your skin, cooling down the warm and sweat forming at your brow. “Atta girl,” He groans, his hands grasping onto your hips. His fingernails dive into your skin, dribbles of blood seeping out the swell of your skin and rolling down your skin. The noise from the back of his throat escapes as his elongated fangs bared out and made contact between your shoulder and neck. The piercing bite punctures tiny indent holes, some of the bites molding into the skin while three of them seep blood.

“Look at you. You’re taking me so well.” The thrusts were heavy, pushing and demanding before pulling out nearly all the way, leaving his tip in and slamming his length back in with ease. The shouts of his name morph into breathy moans, your hips moving with his at an agonizing slow pace, trying to keep up. He bites his tongue, holding back any snarky remarks.

But a squeeze sends him down to you as he continues with the brutal force, his hips snapping into you like a leather whip. “Do that again, it feels nice.” He croons, his hand reaching to grab your tit instead. You weakly squeeze your walls against his cock with a whine, his hand slapping your squeezed breast. “Don’t tease. Your teasing is torture, mami.” He lets go of your breast and fists at the now torn bedsheets instead. His claws sink into the ripped material, creating more rigid tears into the silky fabric. The inconsistent kegal patterns sent chills down his spine, pleading for him, squeezing him to finish. “There we go.” He paises as your weakened actions barely mirror his desperate, manic motion. You cover your lips with your hands, harsh breathing fanning the pillow case.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you, mamas.”

The overstimulation flooded chills down your spine as he sloppily thrusts his tip against your g-spot. The harsh, rapid pressure point pushed down and rubbed, nudging you to the edge of a cliff. To the cliff of an orgasm with a tumble of a slip and slide of slick. “Miguel, ‘m gonna cum.” Your voice is shushed but choked up, at the brink of finishing. His motions were blurred, your field of vision no longer on your pink bedsheets, rather, the white ceiling above you. His hand moves quick, his palms pushing down on your lower stomach. “Go ahead, untie that sensation.” His breath fans your prespired forehead, managing to cool you down temporarily. A pathetic scowl is evident on his lips, your body slowly leaning forward for a kiss, even if it’s a small, pathetic one. The slow motion caught his attention. He furrowed his brows, rumination running rampant in his head.

He brushes his lips against yours, his lips ghosting the tip of your nose. Even though the rapid, needy thrust, the undertone of a soft kiss ghosted your skin before moving down to his desired target. It said “I need you.”

You eagerly reciprocate, sewing your lips onto his, the locking kiss making your head spin. The kiss is intoxicatingly sweet, like poison, sweet as your aroma. Every kiss made him want to consume the sweet, juicy peach-like smell, intoxicating him to ravish more, to have a certain hunger for it.

He slowly pulls away, hesitant to let the kiss come to an end.

He looks down, his eyes tracing down to the two of you, watching himself disappear inside of you. Your eyes move downwards as well, enjoying the sight before you. You bite your tongue, holding back any snarky remarks. The heavy strokes come to an end, the warmth of his cum flooding your fluttering walls. The rut and knots interlinked between the two of you, the blissful high washing down onto your flushed skin.

His once rough and demanding touches transformed into soft, tender caresses that spoke of affection that contradicted his actions from before. He tenderly lifts his hand to cradle your cheek, his skin warm against yours. His thumb glides softly along your skin, applying just enough pressure to draw you closer, igniting a warmth into your skin. The gentleness of his caress contrasts sharply with the past, weaving intimacy into every moment shared. He basks in your softness, wiping away any stray tears if there were there. But really, it was just a pathetic excuse to touch your skin.

“I got you,” He whispers into your flushed skin. “I’ve always got you.”

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[f4ggydog]

🍑 anon here! How are you? Merry Christmas if you celebrate it! 🌟

Okay, okay, I didn’t wanna send anything today, but you can take your time responding to this shit. So, I was imagining smth like Yellowjackets spending Christmas in the wilderness; imagining Lottie making DIY lights from candles, or just putting them everywhere in the form of “Christmas lights”, going with Nat to find the biggest (not really) and greenest tree in the woods to chop it down.

Shauna preparing a rabbit stew and a soup with some frozen berries, making makeshift fur jackets for the girls (if Jackie is alive, she’d probably make her the PRETTIEST one 😭); Tai and Van bringing water and making out in the woods, or ice skating as they fill the buckets while giggling to themselves..

Misty being far away from the kitchen, but occasionally popping up beside Shauna and Mari to tell them about some recipes she remembers from her childhood (probably some shit she read in the book about toxic mushrooms)

Jackie making ornaments and just being pretty for them, like the brightest star that she is 🤧

Something fluffy, idk

HELLO ANONNNN IM SO SORRY FOR GETTING TO THIS NOW BUT who said we have to be out of Christmas spirit two days later? deck the halls with balls falalalalalalalalalalalallalaalalallaalal

“those lights look so stupid,” nat chuckles, watching as lottie hangs her diy christmas lights she decided to make. they’re candles, but she has to improvise. she can’t just go to a store and buy multi-colored lights, now could she? neither yellowjacket can tell that it’s christmas time. they simply saw snow and assumed it was time to deck the halls and sing christmas carols about a donkey named dominic.

“at least i’m trying to set things up.” lottie rolls her eyes. “i don’t see you helping out, nat. why aren’t you chopping down that tree like i asked?”

“do i look like a fucking lumberjack, lot?”

“you have an axe, don’t you? use it for something. c’mon, nobody said we had to be miserable while we’re here.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever the fuck.”

meanwhile, mari and shauna are helping out with rabbit stew. neither of them bothered to clarify if rabbit stew was a festive dish for the christmas season. well, shauna actually decided that this would be the meal without any complaints from the group. okay, a couple of complaints to be honest.

“all we’re gonna have is rabbit?” mari grumbles. “what kind of christmas is this, shauna?”

“oh i’m sorryyyy,” shauna states sarcastically. “is there any assortment of meats that you know of that are christmas specific, mari? would you like me to make them come from the sky like i’m fucking god?”

“what, have you never had christmas in your home before?” mari snorts.

“jewish,” akilah reminds politely, tending to her mouse.

“ohhhh.” mari pretends to be intrigued for a minute before going back to stirring the pot. metaphorically and literally. “yeah, i actually realized i don’t give a shit.”

“then don’t fucking ask.” shauna stands up, ready to smack mari straight in her jaw. however, akilah intervenes and gets between the two girls. instead of a jolly holiday season, the yellowjackets seemed to be buried with nothing but tension.

“guys please,” akilah pleads. “i’m sure the rabbit stew will taste great. shauna, you even got some berries for us right?”

suddenly, the group’s conversation is interrupted by misty skipping over. she’s got a pep in her step and a smile wider than that of a Cheshire cat.

“i hope she doesn’t think SHE will have anything to do with this stew,” mari loudly comments.

“what do you mean?” misty acts innocent. “i should be the one in charge of the cooking station. my family has the best christmas recipes ever! every single year, the guests devour their plates and always beg for seconds.”

“mhm,” mari mumbles, not buying misty’s outlandish claims.

“where’s the prime rib?” misty questions. “prime rib is a christmas staple!”

“do you see any cows around here, misty!?” shauna yells, checking on the meat to see if it’s over cooked or still raw. “does it look like we live near a fucking farm!?”

“it’s a shame,” misty sighs. “my family always had the best prime rib recipe out of any i tasted. my mother’s secret trick was always to season the prime rib with only a mixture of mayonnaise and ketchup.”

mari doesn’t know whether to burst out laughing or gag.

“mayonnaise…and ketchup?” she can hardly contain her guffawing. “t-there’s no fucking way. you can’t be serious, right?”

“what?” misty shrugs. “old family recipe. what’s the big deal? she used to garnish it with walnuts too.”

“are you being fucking abused in your house?” mari asks blatantly. “is that why you’re so screwed up in the head? shit, i’d become the devil if i was fed that garbage too.”

“be nice,” akilah whispers.

“don’t defend her,” mari hisses. “that whole household is fucked up. clearly it runs in the quigley family name.”

tai and van are seldom seen without each other. they’re like two peas in a pod, twins not meant to be separated at birth. though their original task was to fetch water for the group, van can’t help but pursue one of their brilliant ideas.

“we could totally go ice skating right now,” van suggests to her lovely girlfriend.

“ice skating? what are you, twelve?”

“come onnn, tai. it’d be super cool. we could fall on top of each other and then kiss afterwards a and hold hands. y’know, like things couples who aren’t trapped in the wilderness do.”

”does it look like I brought a pair of skates?” tai giggles. “don’t be ridiculous.”

“well.” van places a hand on tai’s shoulder. “suppose you’re right. but who said that means we don’t get to spend time together?”

“is this you about to make some sort of corny punchline?” tai grins.

“i’ve never made a stupid joke in my life.” van feigns offense, widening their eyes and leaving their mouth agape for a slightly goofy gesture.

“stop being a moron and get over me.” tai snatches van by the collar of their shirt before shoving them against a tree. “do you wanna come warm me up or do you wanna act like a dumbass about it?”

“i may be a dumbass,” van breathes out. “but i’m your dumbass, babe.”

“come kiss me then, you dork.” tai locks lips with her partner, tongues dancing in the heat of their mouths. it’s a firm contrast with the chilly air burning their ears and giving them an extra inch closer to frostbite. perhaps some people weren’t loathing the idea of spending the holidays in the forest of all places. tai and van would make the best of their situation, even if abandoned with little hope in sight.

nat finally manages to make a dent in the tree. it’s far from close to toppling over, but she swings a few more times and hits the mark. the tree begins to wobble, close to meeting its demise and hitting the snowy floor. however, nat halts her lumberjack ways and focuses her eyes on jackie, who is creating handmade ornaments outside. the former can only chuckle, amused by jackie taking the holiday spirit so seriously. why couldn’t everyone be as disinterested or apathetic as nat?

”merry fucking christmas jax,” nat laughs, tossing her axe to the side. “whatcha got there? stole some fur from some people’s jackets?”

“i’m actually trying to contribute here,” jackie whines. “since you guys always complain that i don’t do enough around here?”

“jackie, you pieced some fucking twigs together with some string. hooray. should I be throwing a party?”

“does a christmas tree need ornaments or not, nat!?”

“not if they’re looking like that.”

“look, i’m trying my best.” jackie shivers. “i don’t have markers or tie dye or anything to color them nicely. so I’m just pasting pretty rocks on them.”

“with what glue? from your ass?”

“ummm…” jackie looks to the front door of the cabin before glancing back at nat. “don’t tell shauna, but…i did use a little bit of the rabbit stew sauce as…well…well, how else were they gonna stick?”

“oh, that’s so fucking pathetic.” nat cackles. then all of a sudden, her face hardens at gen and melissa. instead of doing their part in preparing for the upcoming celebration, they’re making snow angels.

“hey, you bunch of slackers!” nat calls out. “nobody told you guys to start playing games! either help out or sit in the cold and brood. you’re not allowed to have fun if you’re not participating in this shit.”

nat shakes her head and frowns.

“already a bunch of shit to do on my end. lottie’s gonna have me running around like a chicken without a head.”

“im using leaves too nat.” jackie points to the many leaves she has gathered and placed to the side. she cuts them in various shapes using one of shauna’s knives so that they can form somewhat of a coherent pattern. it’s not the prettiest thing in the world, but it’s as pretty as jackie can make something for now. though she wishes she had more material to work with, she thinks she’s doing a decent job.

and nat can’t even lie. she’s definitely impressed with how accurate jackie managed to make some of those shapes.

“you know, jackie. you could’ve used water instead of the sauce to make things stick. could be more efficient and look more neat.”

“until I see you helping me with these ornaments, I don’t want to be told how to do my job.”

“nat!” lottie calls out from afar, but still close enough for nat to hear that grating voice.

“what is it, your highness?” nat mocks.

“forget that tree you were going for. I found a better one. come look.”

“are you serious, lottie?” nat shouts back. “i almost made this one shout timber. are you actually kidding-“

“now, nat.” lottie’s got that tone of voice that leaves no room for negotiation.

nat curses lottie’s name and hauls the axe all the way to the tree lottie’s found that she preferred.

tis the season to be jolly?

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Katy, Katy, Katy, ahhhh this took me so long to write because I have so much to say. sorry this is so long ahaha

To start, I love how you write Hotch. The little jokes and sarcasm are so good. Like the “why would we ever want that” when biting Spencer for the first time not on his neck.

Everything about Spencer changing was so good. I knew he’d finally have that breakdown 😭. Dave and Emily helping out was everything. Now it’s a lil quartet of undead young/undead old/undead??/rossi’s whole deal.

Something I have been thinking about since the last chapter is everyone walking in and seeing Spencer on the floor with Hotch. I think about Derek’s reaction to seeing Spencer’s aura be different or totally gone. Like— you’re used to always seeing him with one color and poof. Just??? Idk that’s been on my mind. Also I can’t imagine the devastation JJ could just -feel- when walking through the door.

Also JACK! Please that is the cutest thing ever oh my god. Lil extraordinary Jack😭please I’m gonna cry.

I love well written fantasy/supernatural/vampire fics and this was exactly that. I mean it’s vampires and werewolves and ghosts (oh my!) but it feels so -real-. It is such a grounded story. (also if you ever wanna write a lil snippet about morgan and garcia… I wouldn’t mind 👀)

I KNOW I have more to say about Extraordinary. Tbh I’m gonna reread it soon ….. you’ll get an updated message.

Speaking of rereads …… I reread Correspondence again. It’s just so good 😭😭. This was my third time reading it and it’s just as good as the first time.

Dog Days — I already said I’m not usually a moreid girl, but this fic is just AH. I’m so excited to see where it goes. Again, I’m not over the big fluffy Clooney.

I know I probably have more to say about these stories. I absolutely, absolutely loved them. I really can’t wait to see where your writing goes this year.

-🍄 :)

Oh mushroom anon, my beloved friend, never apologize for long messages. You've seen my chapters xD I love long, in-depth dives and discussions. Also I missed you 💕 I'm sorry this took forever to reply to.

Extraordinary notes: Thank you about Hotch 🥺💕 It took me a long while to get his characterization where I wanted it because I always make him talk so much more than he does in the show. It's why Reid is so easy for me xD we both ramble. With Spencer changing/everyone coming in and finding Hotch holding him -- I'll be honest I didn't even consider the fact that Morgan walked in and didn't see Spencer's aura anymore and I'm a little devastated that didn't make it into the fic. Because that's such a quiet, impactful way to have resonated with him. I will now resist the urge to go back and do rewrites. You are a genius. And I'm so so happy you loved the fic all the way through. I had so many more little things to write about them that I could have gone on forever; Rossi's deal with his demon, Jack's abilities, Tara and Emily, and yes -- Morgan and Garcia. (I am considering doing a little oneshot for them on the side and adding it to the series on ao3, just btw. 👀)

Correspondence: Three times?!? I'm so honored you loved it so much 😭💕 Tbh I have to do a deep reread myself here in a few months, in preparation for the next installment, but I'm so so glad that it still resonates with you and is still good now that you know all the twists and turns.

Dog Days: I have to say you aren't the first person to tell me they don't usually read Moreid but they are reading it for me, and I'm just blown away and honored once more that you're still reading it. How I write their relationship dynamic is so different from how I write HotchReid and it's been fun to play with and explore, so I'm happy you like it still. And yes, Clooney is the real reason for the fic xD that's why we're all here right?

Wow, you just covered my whole year in works, and that means the world to me my dear. 💕😭💕 I know that I have a good number of stories ready and outlined and waiting to be written this upcoming year. I can't wait to share them with you and that you're excited for them already.

Just... thank you so much for always supporting me and leaving me your wonderful messages to let me know how much you enjoy my writing. I can't even tell you how much I appreciate you for it.

Until next time, take care and much love to you my friend 🥰