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[sakurarisen]

" look at me. " <3

Send 'Look at me' to re-catch Sera's Aria's attention in tense moments!

'Don't pace, you'll put a hole in the floor'. She'd heard that dozens of times from her vanguard, Yanqing - And any other time, Aria would've teasingly gestured at the floor of her chambers and pointed out she had yet to wear the crystal, almost frozen-looking surface down like he'd claimed she could. While she had no doubt such a thing were possible, given enough focus, friction, and time, she wasn't going to do so by a little pacing to get her worries and nerves out while her twin brother, Aelius, was busy with his own issues.

In fact, it was those very issues that had the phoenix crossing from one side of the room and back repeatedly, fluffy wings even fluffier in her concern, folded against her back. She'd hoped it was just her. She'd so very much hoped it was just a temporary issue, and one they could clear up quickly. That the fighting that had been breaking out, more and more by the day, would stop, with or without their input. That the snaps she'd overheard in her brother's temple about demanding all of their power, that they as humans deserved it, were just jokes.

She'd hoped it wouldn't transfer to any of the other temples... And then she'd heard it in her own, Frostlight's crystalline halls echoing with sneers she hoarded her near-immortal status as a sign of power over them - Something she'd never even before considered. Sure, she lived longer than the humans, but she could be killed, just the same as them; why would she ever want to... It just made no sense! Just like the mumbled promises to take it if they wouldn't give it had been enough to send Yanqing, along with Aelius's vanguard Alibaba, into strict 'guard mode', prompting even more concern and anxiety in the snowy bird. If something went wrong... If someone was hurt, if they couldn't fix this, if... If-!

"Hey. Look at me."

She wasn't sure when Zack had come into her chambers, but his voice and touch, gently gripping her chin and turning her head to face him, was more than enough to prompt Aria to stop in her repeated movements and let out a soft sigh. He'd always been calming, ironic for a wolf who often tended to bounce and run around more than any child could dream of keeping up with, and after a moment, she did as requested, looking up into familiar bright blue eyes. "...I'm okay."

His raised eyebrow and amused but concerned smile said he didn't believe her, and with his hand still holding her chin in place, she couldn't even look away to hide her own slowly forming smile. How he managed to bring one to her lips every time they were together was beyond her, though she wouldn't stop it - Unlike the shiver she tried, and failed, to hold back at his other hand reaching behind her to stroke along the side of one of her wings. She was fine - Well, would be fine, she wanted to argue. There was just so much on her mind, so much that made her heartbeat race-

"It'll be fine. Promise," Zack offered, and slowly, Aria's head dipped into a small nod. Somewhere, on some distant level, she doubted it would be. Her stomach had been in knots for days over it all, and no matter how much Zack promised everything would be all right, he couldn't stop things from snowballing if they wanted to, and Aria knew it. He could try, but the targets were the Fenix, it seemed - Nothing could keep people angry with them from being angry unless they wanted to stop.

Even so, the wolf's promise warmed her straight through to her core. As long as he was there with her, she'd be safe. Was safe. With him by her side, everything could be all right - and, just as slowly, she leaned in close, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to his lips. "I trust you. I... It's... It's still a lot, but... I trust you."

"Then how do we make it not be a lot for a bit?"

"Like this, I think."

With her chin finally released in favor of his arms curling around her middle, Aria leaned in closer still, trying her best to lose herself in his hold. Maybe if she tucked herself away in him, all the worries and concerns really could go away, just for a little while... Just long enough to remind-

"I love you, Zack... Thank you."

[wallflowergirl2006]

Forced Heat [Fem Chubby Bunny Reader] {Smut + Fluff}

Image from Pinterest by: Ti✦na

CW: Breeding

Not Proofread

You're a bunny hybrid, the last of your kind and through the time in imprisonment in this laboratory you were cautious of everything that did. The food they gave you, the stares, the tests. Everything freaked you out. It took a long while for you to get used to your new living conditions. The scientist in charge made sure to give you a habitat that suited to your needs instead of putting you in a cell since you were the last of your species so they made sure to take extra special care of you. So why did they think to pair you with a predator species? That was the last thing you wanted and apparently he felt the same way. “Why am I paired up with this inferior creature?” The wolf hybrid snarled at the scientist. You could only frown at his harsh words. His words stung just because you were a prey species doesn’t mean you are less important than the predators. “We are trying to see if you two are compatible Matias. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be.” One of the scientists warned him. Matias huffs in annoyance as he stares at you.

He sits down on the opposite of you in the tiny cell they put both of you in. “So what’s special that they had to pair me up with a small and chubby thing like you?” Matias said as he scrutinized you harshly. “Beats me.. I don’t want to be here any more than you do so please can we get this done.” You tried extending an olive branch to him. “Fine but we somehow are compatible enough to be mates. I don't want to hear any complaints from you.” Matias said with harsh glare. “So what’s your name, little bunny?” “[Y/N], My name is [Y/N]..” You told him with an unreadable expression. “[Y/N]” He took a second to digest the information. “It seems to fit you nicely. Yeah, I like that name.” Matias said as his lips slightly twitched upwards. Your eyes raked over his body. He was fit and lean, he didn’t have too much muscle which was good but he also had a lot of scars. “I’m guessing you're a warrior? Judging from your scars.” You asked him with curiosity. His gaze seemed to harden once you spoke about his scars. Your eyes widen in slight panic from his reaction. Matias then let out a sigh. “Yes, I was one of the warriors of my clan. All my scars came from different battles.” He informed you. As he starts to ramble about his scars you choose to get closer to him. He continued to talk and talk until you made it to the other side and sat beside him.

You then grabbed his hand and when you did that seemed to grab his attention. You pressed soft kisses to his scarred hand. You could feel him tense up but he didn’t pull his hand away. A soft ding noise echoed through the room. The scientists then entered the room with clipboards in hand. “Congrats you two. You both are compatible to be mates.” One of the male scientists with a sly smirk. Matias wrapped an arm around your plush waist signaling the male scientist to watch his words. “Alright, I see you're already getting protective of her.” He said with a chuckle. “Alright, guards take them back to their rooms.” The other scientist called for the guards.As the guards escorted both you and Matias back to your room you gave him a small reassuring smile. He saw it and couldn’t help but smile back. 

As time went on the scientist found that you and Matias were the best fit for each well and mostly because once two hybrids mate they won’t be compatible with anyone else. So one day they decided to do a specific test only with you and not Matias. “It’s just some medicine [Y/N] relax.” The scientist said in a reassuring tone as she held up a syringe. Although it didn’t look like medicine, you'd rather obey than go without dinner again. So you lifted your arm and let them stick the needle inside of you. They injected  the “medicine” and it didn’t seem to take effect immediately you sighed thankfully. You were free to go back to your room but as you were escorted back to your room you couldn’t help but feel your body heat up.

Whatever they gave you it made you go into your heat faster than anticipated so you were humping anything you got your hands on.. Anything to make the aching feeling in your cunt go away but nothing seemed to be working.  You whined in pain as you humped the pillow that was drenched in your slick. “Get her mate, we have enough data and she looks like she needs him.” One of the scientists told the guards. Soon you heard the door to your habitat open and you saw your mate and he looked beyond worried. “Pumpkin, I’m so sorry.. Here let me help you.” Matias said as he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He took the pillow away from you and flipped you onto your back. He positions you into a mating press as he aligns his cock into your dripping sex. He hissed as he pushed himself into you. You could only groan as you wrapped your legs around him to pull him in deeper. Once fully inside you he started at a slow pace but then gradually sped up. “Gonna give you some pups but first gotta take care of my baby.” He cooed as he kissed your soft plump cheek. “God my baby is so perfect..” Matias whined as he felt you clench around him. “Focus on my cock honey, focus on how it fills you nicely and perfectly.” He encouraged you as he thrusted roughly instead of you causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound of other hybrids in contaminate cheered Matias on as he continued to help you with your forced heat cycle.

Matias feels you tighten around him, he bites back a groan and he thrusts one last time before he paints your walls white, he orgasm triggers your own and you moan out his name as you creamed around his knotted cock. You start to whine as you feel the base of his cock start to swell inside of you. ”I know.. I know sweetheart this is just to help you a little bit more.” He reassured you as he nuzzled his face into your hair as he inhaled your sweet scent. Your body trembles as it slowly gets used to the stretch. After a few mins Matias’s knot swells down and he pulls out of you. You sighed in content as you felt his strong arms wrap around your chubby body. You felt him rub his hand over your chubby tummy. “Can’t wait to see your belly swell up with our pups.” He said affectionately as looked into your eyes. “I’ll protect you and our babies. I promise my love.” He said as he pressed his lips against yours. “I love you” He whispers against your lips.

Image from Pinterest by: Grafik Dizayn

[milkloafy]

TWISTED TEA PARTY — WRIOTHESLEY

⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: in which you get drunk during a tea party with neuvillette and wriothesley comes to pick you up.  ⋆｡˚ ❀ contents: fluff, established relationship, fem!reader, drunk reader, bff neuvi is my fav, reader gets called princess bc wrio is such a doting bf who would treat u like princess <3  ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 0.9k+ ⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: mmm i love me some twisted tea but the one neuvi and reader are drinking is 10x stronger than that juice for sure c:< is it just me or would neuvi be the best bff ever?? anyway pls enjoy some wrio fluff! 

Neuvillette didn’t take you for a lightweight. 

That’s why, during a late night tea party when you suggested ditching the tea for some alcoholic beverages instead, he agreed. 

Unfortunately for Wriothesley, Neuvillette was sorely mistaken. 

Just three cups of “tea” later and Neuvillette was forced to summon Wriothesley from the Fortress of Meropide where he was sleeping to come and collect his intoxicated girlfriend. 

“Can I touch your horns Neuvillette?” you cooed, reaching your hand out as Neuvillette backed away. 

He glanced at the door, wondering how long it would take Wriothesley to appear. You were a dear friend of his, but Neuvillette would rather sleep than be a babysitter. That was your significant other’s job, after all. 

“I would prefer if you did not,” he said politely, gently pushing your grabby hands out of the way. 

You frowned, eye growing watery at the rejection. In order to soothe your sadness, you poured yourself another cup of alcoholic tea and began to chug it.

“That is quite enough!” Neuvillette exclaimed, attempting to take the cup from your hands. He internally groaned when you sprang up from your seat and dodged his hands, clutching onto your drink as if it was your lifeline. You slurped the beverage in an exaggerated fashion, giggling at the look of exasperation on his face. 

He would never listen to one of your suggestions again. Ever. 

Thankfully for him, it didn’t take too long for Wriothesley to come waltzing in through the door, eyes surveying the room until they landed on you. 

You cheered at the sight of your boyfriend, running over to him in an instant. Neuvillette let out a sigh of relief when he realized he would be free for the rest of the night. 

“You’re here,” said Neuvillette, perhaps almost too cheerily. “I shall clean up. You, just take her and go. Please.” 

Wriothesley chuckled, smoothing your hair down as you burrowed your face into the crook of his nice. “I take it she got a little drunk?” 

“Just a little,” Neuvillette echoed dryly. “By her own suggestion, might I add.” 

“That little troublemaker,” Wriothesley said, his words scolding but his tone affectionate as he kissed the top of your head. “Thanks for calling me.”

“You’re welcome.” Neuvillette nodded, all but ushering the pair out of his office. “Now, goodnight and good luck.” 

Once Neuvillette closed the door on them, he wiped his brow and exhaled.

Finally, he was alone. 

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Just outside the office, you and Wriothesley began walking through the streets of Fontaine to your home in the Fortress of Meropide. 

Though, Wriothesley thought, calling it walking was a bit generous. It was more of you stumbling along and trying not to trip with Wriothesley guiding you gently. 

“Wow,” you mumbled, your cheek smooshed against his muscular arm as you peered up at him. “You smell s’good. And your arm is big and strong. Reminds me of my boyfriend.”

Wriothesley barked out a laugh. “Is that so?” 

“Mhm.”

“And who is your boyfriend, exactly?” 

“Wriothesley,” you said proudly, grinning at him as you shot him a thumbs up. “Also known as my baby, sweetheart, honey bunny, schnookums wookums bubblykins.”

He blinked. “You do not call me that.”

“In my head!” you argued. 

Wriothesley laughed at your ridiculous pet names but relented. “I like it. It’s endearing.” 

You nodded resolutely before easily getting distracted once more. “Can I touch your hair? It looks like you have wolf ears.” You gasped, releasing him in and instant and stumbling back. Alarmed, Wriothesley reached out to steady you. “Are you a…werewolf?” 

“No, that’s just my hair.” 

He leaned forward and let you place your hand on his head, feeling the soft strands between your fingers. Your mouth opened into a small ‘o’.

“See, it’s hair,” stated Wriothesley. “Not wolf ears.”

“Your hair is so soft,”you cooed, twirling it around your pointer finger. “Can I take one?” 

Wriothesley let out of a laugh of surprise. “As in a strand of hair?”

You nodded excitedly.

He rubbing his forehead in confusion but agreed nonetheless. “I’ll give you one when we get home.” 

With wide eyes, you looked at him as if he were a stranger at a tavern trying to make a pass at you. You backed away from him cautiously. 

“We’re going to your place?” you questioned.

“Our place.” 

“Wow.” When the shock wore off you began to giggle to yourself. “Good job, me!” 

Wriothesley laughed, a deep sound coming straight from his chest. You found yourself gravitating back towards him and planting your face between his two pectoral muscles.

“What am I going to do with you?” chided Wriothesley, voice filled with amusement as he looked down at you face-planted on his chest. 

“Nothing,” you murmured, your voice heavily muffled as you wrapped your arms around him to get even closer. “We can just stay like this.” 

He smile and leaned his cheek on the top of your head, allowing you to savor the moments of closeness. Drunk on his scent and the drinks you had with Neuvillette, you felt the buzz in your head growing heavy.

You yawned, pulling away slowly as you rubbed your eyes. “I’m sleepy, schnookums wookums bubblykins.”

“Let’s get you home then, princess,” said Wriothesley, taking you by the hand and gently tugging you along in the right direction. 

You looked at him gratefully, giving his hand a squeeze. “Can you tell my boyfriend he’s the best in the world?”

Wriothesley grinned as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll make sure to let him know.”

[navybrat817]

Anything special for Bucky's birthday?

Something small, nonnie.

For Years or for Hours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is the love of your life and deserves to have a peaceful birthday.

Word Count: Almost 1.2k

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, implied explicit sexual content, being in love, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I wanted to do something more, but today got away from me. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The sun had just risen outside of Bucky’s hut in Wakanda, the rays peeking in and beckoning you to wake up and venture out into the world. You weren't ready to rise and meet the day quite yet. Not when Bucky was beside you, holding you in his sleep like you he’d lose you if he loosened his grip. You wouldn't dare disturb his slumber. Not when he more than anyone deserved to rest peacefully.

So you decided to count the freckles on his nose.

“My beautiful man,” you whispered, placing your left hand on his cheek. “Love of my life.”

The wedding band on your ring finger matched his in design, symbols of the never ending love you had for each other. Time stood still and moved all at once when you said “I do”, but forever didn’t start with your wedding day. It began the day you met. Every moment after that paved a path that entwined, neither of you having to walk alone again.

“One,” you whispered, kissing a freckle on the tip of his nose. You’d never get over the sight of him. “Two…”

You didn’t know Bucky had freckles until he was in your face during a training session, the definition of up close and personal. It was right before you shared your first kiss, which was ages ago and felt like yesterday. He rolled on top of you and pinned your arms above your head, his breathing heavy and eyes stormy as you gazed up at him. Instead of trying to break free of his strong hold, you went lax underneath him and smiled.

“Are you yielding?” He asked, releasing one of your wrists when you made no attempt to move.

“Wow. You have freckles,” you exhaled, brushing his soft brown hair back that fell in his eyes. “I never noticed them before.”

It was as if Bucky removed an invisible mask and allowed you to see his true self for the first time before he pressed his lips to yours. It sparked a flame inside of you that no one could ever put out. And if being in love with him taught you anything, it was that masks hid your true selves and built walls to keep others out. You helped each other knock them down.

He was your partner in every sense of the word.

“Mmm. Tickles,” he mumbled as you kept kissing his nose, his voice throaty and low as he opened his eyes. His broad torso rolled as he arched his back and you had to suppress a shiver when he groaned. “Were you counting my freckles again?”

“You caught me,” you whispered, pecking his nose once more and not embarrassed in the slightest. “I can’t help it. You’re so pretty.”

Amusement filled his eyes as he slid a palm down your ribs to your hip. “I thought you were the pretty one in this relationship, Mrs. Barnes.”

Your cheeks warmed at the reminder that you were his wife. “We can both be pretty, Mr. Barnes,” you teased, tilting your head back so he could brush his scruff against your neck. You joked once that people called him the White Wolf because he liked to “scent” and leave his mark on you. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“Why should I go back to sleep, hmm?” He asked, placing an open-mouthed kiss over your racing pulse. It was enough to make you whimper when you tried to find your words. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You menace,” you moaned, tugging on his hair for good measure, which only made him let out that lustful groan you loved. “Because it’s your birthday and you deserve to sleep in, old man.”

His first birthday as a married man.

“And we won't say how old I am today,” he said, his hair falling in his eyes as he pulled back and smirked. “And I was kind of hoping I'd wake up with my cock in your mouth.”

“Bucky,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to laugh at his admission as the tingle between your thighs grew. Whatever thought was in your mind went away. It didn't matter. All you could imagine were his eyes staring down at you in wonder and ecstasy as you took him in your throat. “You know what? Fine. Your wish is my command.”

You’d please him with whichever hole he wanted to use.

“But I’m awake,” he teased, chuckling when you silenced him with your lips. He didn't let you pull away, feeling as if the hut tilted on its axis as he deepened the kiss you started. It was like your first kiss all over again. The promise of something more.

A lifetime together.

“Pretend you're asleep,” you suggested when you grudgingly pulled away from his sinful lips. “But if Steve and Sam ask, we woke up to watch the sun rise.”

Bucky’s eyes flashed when you smiled, your heart rate picking up. “Don't talk about those punks when you're about to go down on me,” he half growled.

“Yes, White Wolf,” you teased. They would no doubt message him birthday wishes, along with Natasha and a few others, once they were awake. He deserved all the love today and every day.

Before you could kiss down Bucky's body, he stopped you with a gentle grip. “Wait,” he whispered, his eyes searching your face. You didn't know a gaze could be so soft until he looked upon you. This was a man who knew your hopes, dreams, fears.

And loved you all the while.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked when he reached for your left hand.

“I just love you so much, doll,” he said, running his thumb over the ring as your eyes filled with tears. You blinked them away quickly enough to catch his tender smile. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

When you got home, you’d celebrate his special day in regular fashion. You’d take him to the new science exhibit that he mentioned wanting to see. The two of you would cuddle up to watch his favorite movie after dinner with the gang. He’d eat the cake you baked just for him. And there would be a present or two for him to open before you went to bed.

But the gift he wanted most was to have a day without a reminder of the fight. Where he could breathe in the air, take in the quiet, and feel a sense of peace with the person he loved beside him. You knew the only way to give him that was to get him out of the city and back to his hut. Even if it was only for a short time.

In his sanctuary, he’d find tranquility on his special day and you’d show him how much you loved him. Memories the two of you would carry for a lifetime. Because he gave you the world by asking you to be his and you’d spend forever making him happy. Just like he deserved.

“I love you, too, Bucky Barnes,” you promised, kissing the freckle again on the tip of his nose. “Happy birthday.”

Oh, Bucky. We love him. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

The right ones.

Pic credits

Pairing: Soft!Joel Miller x reader, no outbreak (Sarah is alive and well)

Summary: Joel buys you pads. ‘Cause Joel provides, you know, no matter the situation.

Tags: established relationship, pet names (baby, honey), reader has period and hair, no other description is given, mention of period symptoms, mention of cramps, mention of pads, mention of Sarah, flirting, kissing, Joel is a sweet pookie bear, I think that’s all? It’s just some tiny little fluff I wrote because I’m about to get my period and I need some comfort 🥲

I tried to write it in a neutral way so that every person who menstruates can identify with it, I hope I succeeded. (if you think there are things that need to be changed, just tell me and I'll do it ❤️)

English is not my first language, no beta and no proofreading so any mistake is all my fault, I’m sorry 💀

Thanks to anyone who will read this!

Your cell phone rings.

“Hey! What’s up, honey?”

“Um… listen, which ones did you say you need?”

“The ones with wings, Joel. Blue box, second shelf from the bottom.”

Usually you are the one who takes care of groceries and hygiene products shopping and by now you know by heart where they are.

“Mh…” you can see him. In the middle of the aisle, frowning, one hand on his hip and the other one holding the phone, one knee slightly forward, as he tries to maneuver through the boxes, they must all look the same to him.

“The ones that say ‘night, with wings, extra long’,” you add to try to help him.

Silence follows, several deep breaths, an undertone of exasperation, you bite your lower lip to keep from bursting out laughing. You don’t want to make fun of him, he’s trying hard to make it right.

He offered to do it for you this morning while you were in the bathroom and you discovered that not only had your period decided to come early but you were also almost out of pads.

You let out a sigh and cursed, “Oh damn!” You were in a foul mood, the cramps were making you squirm, your head was hurting, your back was tormenting you.

He was getting dressed, clearly heard you and asked worried “what’s wrong?”

You walked out of the bathroom with your head down and one hand on your stomach feeling miserable “UGH, my stupid period came and I’m running out of pads”

You sat on the bed and grabbed your phone from the nightstand as a terrible nausea hit you, and you called out of work saying you were sick.

His large hand caressed your face as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I’ll go to the supermarket during lunch break,” he said softly “Stay in bed and rest, okay?”

“Thank you so much” you said, lying down on the bed again and burying your face into your pillow, feeling cramps clawing inside you “you’re the absolute best”

He leaned to kiss your cheek and then left the house to reach the construction site.

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He had done it for Sarah one of the first times she had her period and he had bought the wrong type, the thick and bulky ones, she had looked at the box with a downhearted expression that had made his heart sink.

“Those aren't the ones I wanted, Dad! I told you extra thin!” She screamed at him between sobs.

Joel felt like a good-for-nothing.

Making Sarah cry was terrible for him.

He later discovered that his daughter's tantrum was also a side effect of her period and Sarah had apologized to him but Joel still felt that he was the one who had to apologize for his lone wolf status that didn't allow him to have someone by his side to ask for help.

He would have liked to fall in love, yet he had to make it on his own, he certainly didn’t have time to date between work and all the other things he had to take care of. Being a single dad was a full time job.

After that, Joel had memorized the type that Sarah liked best but she had always conveniently made sure to stock up every time they went to the supermarket.

It had been many years since he had bought them for her and he found himself back at square one. Packages are so different, he could swear there are a dozen new ones he's never seen before.

He pinches his nose, takes a deep breath and then he sees it, just like you described it.

"I found them!" you hear him say enthusiastically "I'll be there soon"

"Good job! I'll be waiting for you, love" you coo.

He grabs the box and he goes to the checkout.

You hang up the phone wondering if he really has the ones you want but in any case you’re already grateful that he used his lunch break to bring them to you.

When he met you he was convinced he would be alone forever.

You had reopened his heart little by little, with patience, without pushing him to do or say what he wasn't ready for yet and he had rediscovered himself as a man capable of loving and in need of receiving it. He was grateful for this, he’s madly in love with you and wants to do everything he can to help you in every circumstance.

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Joel has quietly entered your room and find you asleep.

He sits on the bed trying not to wake you.

Your hair spread out on the pillow, your face relaxed, your mouth slightly agape and your hand hanging loosely next to your face… you are so beautiful he can’t believe it. He’s the luckiest man in the world and the least he can do is bring you the right damn box. He leave the bag on your nightstand, kisses you on the temple and goes to the kitchen to make some sandwiches.

You wake up after a couple of minutes and see the bag so you grab it to look inside.

Bingo.

Joel wasn’t wrong, they are exactly the ones you wanted. And you find your favorite chocolate bar in it too.

You hear him humming softly in the kitchen so you get up to go and congratulate your hero.

“Hey, gorgeous!” he says to you as soon as he sees you at the kitchen door. ��How are you feeling?”

“Better.” you say, stretching your arms. Luckily the painkiller you took worked.

“I’m happy to hear that. Go back to bed, I’ll bring you a sandwich in a bit” You move closer and wrap your arms around his waist, leaning against his back as he spreads mayo on the bread.

“You don’t have to do all this, but thank you” you whisper “I love you so much” His body is warm and welcoming, you bury your face in his plaid shirt inhaling his woody scent, so familiar and seductive.

Joel is like that, he had never been good with words, his love language is gestures. And he makes tons of them, constantly, small and big. He remembers which flowers you like best, he brings you Chinese food when you tell him you had a bad day, he watches your romantic comedies with you even if they bore him, he lets you choose the music in the car even if he's old school and you're belting out Billie Eilish and Chappell Roan these days, if something in the house broke, you find it repaired the next day without even asking.

“I love you too” he says, dropping the knife on the counter and placing his hands on yours, holding you close.

“You got the right ones, I'm proud of you” you tell him softly.

He turns to kiss you “Good, I’m glad I could help”

The tip of your tongue grazes his lips and you gently make your way into his mouth, moaning against him while he fills his hands with your ass squeezing it.

“Mmm baby, don't provoke me, I don't have much time left before coming back to work unfortunately"

“We can always have a quickie, they say orgasms help with cramps, you know” you say in a slightly pleading voice, looking at his big brown beautiful eyes through your eyelashes.

“Oh well then if it's for a good cause…” he replies huskily.

“And then you deserve a prize”

“I also got you some chocolate, did you see?”

“Oh yes” you say grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him into the bedroom “I saw it and I love it, but I crave something else sweet right now”

Joel chuckles as he follows you into your shared bedroom “such a dirty little thing you are”

[star-suh]

BasketBALLS

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

cw: top mingyu, praise kink, protected sex, body worship, friends with benefits, pet names, some fluff sprinkled at the end, a bit of size kink, unrealistic amounts of cum lol, rimjob.

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through the semesters he studied in the university, mingyu has stood out as one of the best basketball players. he dominates the ball completely and is a good leader who listens to his teammates, which has helped them achieve victory on many occasions. that, in addition to his good physique and cold personality, makes many people admire him and aspire to be like him some day. however, when he is with yn, his best friend, he changes completely. goes from being a big fierce wolf to an adorable little puppy.

their relationship went quickly from friends to friends with benefits when they found out they share some things in common.. and that they're both horny bitches who shared a dorm.

in the rehearsals mingyu’s eyes were glued towards yn while playing with the ball trying to get his attention, “how was that, you like it” he asks yn with so much joy on him that the other can almost see little stars glowing on his eyes and around his face, “yes you were perfect gyu.. like you always are” yn pets his head and cheeks “you're so handsome” he later adds.

the basketball game continued, at the end mingyu's team won as expected, "hey mingyu, let's go celebrate" said one of his teammates, "umm well it's that... i'm feeling very tired… so you guys can go without me"; "okay captain but if you want to join us later we will be at the same bar as always" mingyu nods and then turns around and looks for yn, his eyes showed that he is hungry for pleasure, the excitement of the game going straight towards his cock, thank god his underwear was able to hide his erection well. both made eye contact, with just doing that yn knew what mingyu wanted and he willingly would give him that.

“fuck, you always hit the right spots” yn said in between moans and pants, “of course i havw to please my baby” he keeps on thrusting, the mixture of the condom's texture, his hips movements and the almost slow thrusts makes yn go crazy, mingyu definitely knows how to use his dick.

yn's hands went up and down mingyu's body, tracing every bulging muscle of his big arms, caressing his big chest and toned abs. “you're like a greek god gyu~ look at this amazing body.. a pretty boy with a pretty body”. yn lift himself up with his arms and started kissing the other's collarbones and chest, whispering sweet nothings to his ear, things like “sexy boy”; “you're being such a good boy for me”; “you look so hot all sweaty while playing basketball” turn mingyu on and tn knows it because he can feel his dick throbbing and growing inside him.

“am i being a good boy for ynnie?” mi gyu pouts while showering the other's neck with kisses and hickeys, “yes you are.. you know how to make me feel good.. you're amazing gyu.. i'm so proud of you~”.

mingyu lay down while yn took off the condom and began to masturbate him, "come on, mingyu, flex those arms for me" the bigger one obeyed. yn began to kiss each muscle. his tongue went from his armpit to his hand, tracing each vein with it, “you taste so good, i can't get enough of you” he said in almost a whisper tone “and you make me feel so good” mingyu added and the both kissed. some oiled were poured on gyu's body, yn straddle him and started massaging his torso “i love these tits, so fucking huge” he said while playing with them,groping them, slapping it gently, make them jiggle using his fingers or cuping them both with both his hands. he also pinches the nipples and occasionally kiss them or bite them.

moving onto his arms and abs he just again traced then with his fingers and gave them a quick massage. moving now to the legs yn grabbed each thigh and kissed them “i wish one day you crush my head with these” yn jokes. “not gonna lie that would be pretty hot, watching you squirm between my thighs” mingyu commented and seeing how close yn's ass was against his mouth he just started to suck it.

“now let's resume where we were before” yn slides down a condom with his mouth down mingyu's shaft and ride him. mingyu guided his ass using his big hands “this sloppy ass knows how to take dick so well”.

“you trained it so well” yn replies “fuck, i'm cumming” white sticky ropes were shooted on mingyu's bed sheets while the top came inside the condom still insidd yn moaning and grunting loudly like an animal. fucking with yn was one of the things mingyu enjoyed the most it was sensual and sexual, an undescribable pleasure that only them can give to each other.

mingyu struggle to pulled it out, it seems that he came a lot and the condom got stuck. and as ifni it was some kind of anal beads mingyu pulled it out slowly wanting to see his hole opening and closing with the cum-filled condom.

“so hot” mingyu says kissing one of yn's ass cheeks, let's take a shower.

in the shower they both rubbed and scrubbed each other's bodies, applied shampoo and soap as if they were a couple. “you know i've been thinking something” yn says with some concern in his voice, “what is it?” mingyu asks. “i just.. don't want to ruin the moment gyu…”; “just tell me ynnie it's ok”. “i-i think i'm in … love with you gyu” yn hides his face, tears threatening to roll down his eyes, he was getting ready to be rejected but instead he felt a pair of hands cupping his cheeks and a sweet, delicate kiss meeting his lips, “i love you too, i was planning to tell you later but you got ahead” he laughs showing that pretty smile, “come here give me a kiss”.

yn and mingyu kissed and hugged celebrating their new relationship, one must say they're probably the happiest people on earth right now.

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Milky Sweet

Bad Moon Rising Masterlist

Alpha Ari Levinson x omega female reader

warnings: none; pure fluff, domestic bliss and happy news; Ari being slutty as always; shifter!Ari; shifter!Reader

Author's Note: This is a short fluffy fic written as a result of this poll.

The soft click of the door being open and closed, then the tiny creak of the floorboards under the weight of a massive body made you smile. 

Your Alpha was the type of a man who walked with purpose and barely contained threat, making his approach a reflection of the beast that he shifted into. Not in your home, however. 

Well, not since the argument two months ago. 

You were attending online classes, sitting in front of the sleek new laptop (a gift from Ari) and listening to the lecture, when your mate all but burst into the living room in all his bold glory. Shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest and belly. His jeans were tight enough to draw attention to the outline of his cock. 

Okay, so maybe only your attention dropped that low, but the point was that he strode inside unabashedly cocky and loud, while you were in the middle of the damn lecture. 

Fortunately, you had your camera and microphone turned off at that moment, but if he walked in a half an hour earlier, everyone would get an eyeful. 

There was a lot of your yelling and hissing, and poking Ari in the chest, calling him an uncultured caveman. He apologized, though it didn’t stop you from poking him some more. And calling him a slutty beast. Which resulted in said beast fucking you on the table, while the last minutes of the lecture were still going on. 

Since then, Ari made sure to be very quiet and stealthy when he returned home on days you had classes. 

“It’s okay,” you called out softly. “The lectures are over. I’m just finishing some notes.”

A heartbeat later Ari appeared beside you, bracing one hand on the table and the other on the back of your chair as he leaned down to kiss you. 

There were aspects of being Alpha’s mate that tied to his dominance and control, but then there were small things - like the way he kissed you good morning, goodbye and hello - which shone light on the soft, precious bond between you. 

“How was it today?” Ari glanced at the notebook scribbled with colorful notes and stickers. 

“Honestly, rather dull.” You sighed, returning your gaze to the notes, but not before glancing at Ari’s bare chest. Typical. 

“Hungry?” He straightened. “I’ll toss on some quick stir fry.”

“Sounds good.” You were eager to finish, so you could join Ari in the kitchen. 

As much as you fought for your independence of being limited to an Alpha’s mate, you couldn’t deny that spending time with him was enjoyable. It was always a spark, filling your chest with a variety of warm sensations. 

The feeling of safety and contentment; sometimes a bubbling joy and carefree wilderness; the need so deep and burning it made you itch to claw at skin. 

Sometimes you wondered if it was the mating ceremony that enhanced that connection between you two, for you have never felt anything as intense with your previous partners. Even the ones you thought you’re in love with. 

There, that light fluttering in your belly returned as you walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. The scent of food, the sight of your mate preparing a meal for the two of you. It reminded you of the comfort of your childhood home, where you got to see your parents be true partners. 

Ari did his best to make you feel as his equal, even though it was an undeniable truth that you weren’t. Not by the designation of your wolf nature, nor the laws ruling the shifters packs. But in the way he gave you freedom and shared responsibilities with you, you felt respected. 

“After dinner I’m going to check on Dante’s crops,” Ari mentioned as you slid onto a barstool at the kitchen island. “Wanna come with me? You’ve spent all day inside, some fresh air will do you good.” 

You narrowed your eyes slightly, watching him closely. 

Despite the bloody way your packs were joined into one, Ari proved to be a good Alpha. He held the reins, but was open to listen to his packmates. Especially the inner circle, who combined both people from his old pack and some of yours. 

He was also willing to give new ideas a chance.

Like the one Dante had: to use a portion of your lands to farm crops which would profit the pack. He had this idea before, with some specific type of plant that was rare, but becoming very popular. Dimitri, your previous Alpha, didn’t agree to it. He was adamant on maintaining as much of the wild, free area as possible. 

He had his rights, but if Dante’s project succeeded, then in a few years your pack would be able to buy more lands.

However, faith in Dante’s plans and supporting him in this project, didn’t change the fact that he was your ex and Ari was a very primal, possessive man. 

Ari may deny it, but you noticed all the micro possessive gestures he displayed whenever your ex was nearby. More of them than usual, that is. 

He was also right that you needed some time under the open sky. 

It was bliss when an hour later you walked down the narrow paths between growing plants. The scent of watered and sun-stroked ground wiping away the mental tiredness, soft breeze tickling your skin and the sun peeking from between cloud layers making you squint your eyes. 

And your Alpha’s hand moving between squeezing the back of your neck and your butt, despite Dante not coming anywhere near you. 

You rolled your eyes and continued beside Ari as you listened to Dante’s promising report. The way Ari talked with him spoke of appreciation and pride, and you knew it meant a lot to any pack member. 

Later, as you stood at the edge of the field, with your back pressed to Ari’s chest and his arms wrapped around you as you watched the sprouts of the new chapter for your pack being tended to by Dante and his coworkers; you felt a surge of pride, too. 

Of your Alpha. Your wild, untamed mate, who scared you a bit, but who showed you and the others that he was worthy of putting your trust in him. 

You sighed softly and titled your head to the side as Ari brushed the shell of your ear with his lips then placed a kiss behind it.

Tip of his nose nuzzled into that spot. Paused. Then slowly dragged down, into the crook of your neck where two biting marks were crossing. 

“You got new perfume?” Ari hummed, curiously sniffing at your gland. “You smell a bit different. Sweeter. Nutty? Milky?”

With another sigh, you rested your head against Ari’s shoulder as your gaze drifted from the beautiful greenery to the puffy clouds in the sky, their creamy shade taking a hint of the first lick of sundown. 

“I guess I’m pregnant.” 

You surprised yourself with how calm you sounded. A part of you expected more shaky emotion to come with the admission, but somehow it wasn’t scary at all to say it. 

You felt Ari go very still. A wolf who had all of his instincts alerted. 

“I suspected it,” you continued when he remained quiet. “I planned on getting a pregnancy test tomorrow, or the day after. But having your mate distinguish a difference in your scent is a better proof than peeing on a store-bought stick.” 

Ari spun you in his arms fast, but any dizziness didn’t get a chance to settle as he cupped your face in his palms and made the sparkling blue of his irises your sole focus. 

There was so much emotion shining in his eyes. Disbelief. Hope. Joy. 

He held your gaze for a long moment, until you reached your own hand to touch his cheek. A split of a second, just a faint curve of your shy smile confirming your words, and Ari was pulling you into a fierce kiss. 

He was still kissing you as his arms slid lower and in a swift move he picked you off the ground. With a squeak, you broke the kiss and laughed. The sound of it was muffled by the long, loud howl that ripped out of Ari’s throat.

“By the gods!” You huffed, half amused, half annoyed when he continued his howl, despite your attempts to cover his mouth with your hands. “There goes my hope to tell my parents before the whole pack knows.”

Ari’s eyes crinkled and he purposely let out another deep bellow, before it faded into laughter and he was putting you back on your feet. Though his hold on you didn’t ease an inch.

“They don’t know what’s the reason for my howl.” He grinned, not the least apologetic. 

“You’re in the middle of a field with your newlywed mate. What else is there to howl about?” You gave him a pointed look. 

“You know how packs work,” Ari shrugged. “We could tell your parents over dinner and before we made it back to our house the whole pack would know already, anyway. Besides-” 

Ari leaned in. The spike in his scent was enough to have a heat flush you from the inside, but the way his eyes shadowed with that animalistic hunger had your pussy clenching.

“ -I want to test first if you taste sweeter, too.”

[pygmi-cygni]

a spoonful of sugar

summary: marc's not very good at taking his medicine.

(I was the worst at drinking this stuff as a kid so I need validation)

cw: fluff, sickfic, marc is a little baby

You knew it was coming. Even as he flapped his hand and rolled his eyes and laughed allergies, baby, you knew. When it was eight in the morning and your early bird boyfriend hadn't even stirred, you knew. That rumbling cough wasn't an annual pollen allergy.

There was a pot of tea on the stove before he woke. You'd prepped the supplies - tissues, a damp towel, some anti-inflammatory, and were in the middle of making food when his croaky voice broke the silence. You knelt by his bed and pulled the blankets away from his sweaty face.

"Help," he rasped, "I'm -cough- dying..."

The desperate display of obvious dramatics made you grin. He was always such a tough guy; scoffing at band-aids and ice packs. It was tempting to tease but his puppy eyes were too much.

"Come on, big guy, let's get some food in you." You gently pulled the covers down to help him up, but he harrumphed and yanked them right back.

"Sod off," came Steven's weary voice from under the comforter. "Marc's being a toff and making me deal with the sore throat." A pitiful sniffle and a hacking cough erupted from his broad shoulders. The blankets shuddered as Steven raked in a breath.

"Marc, come on," you cooed, rubbing his back. "Leave poor Steven alone. I've got some stuff for you, you'll feel better."

A pause, then some grumbling as he sat up. "Poor Steven? Wha' bou' me?"

His whining was choked up by the pressure in his throat. You could see the blockage in his sinuses as he struggled to keep his eyes open. A whistling sigh left his lips. He was definitely sick. Deliriously, Marc dragged a hand through his wild, sweaty hair. He reminded you of a scruffy ragdoll cat dragged in from the rain.

With a fussy Marc in tow, you fixed a cup of herbal tea and some food. So far he just seemed congested but he needed some food to handle the medicine. He miserably blew at the steaming mug, swaying on his feet. You held him against you sympathetically. He greedily drank in the attention, sniffing louder to earn a few forehead kisses.

Marc didn't get sick very often. He was pretty good at eating well, getting sleep when he could, and exercising regularly. Usually he could sleep it off and be totally fine. Every once in a while though, he'd get kicked on his ass for a while.

The kitchen island had every box of decongestant and cough syrup you could find splayed out in a heap. You weren't sure which one he preferred, so you'd let him pick. Not one of them seemed to be opened.

He had finished half of the tea, grimacing after every sip. Marc much preferred coffee, said his beseeching glance at the coffeemaker.

"Caffeine won't help," you chided gently, standing in front of the alluring machine. He sent you a sour look and folded his arms, shivering at another wracking cough. You reminded yourself to be gentle - Marc didn't like feeling weak.

Letting him go about grabbing water and wolfing down more toast, you examined the available medicines.

He'd need some ibuprofen, and probably a decongestant. You'd give it to him now so he could take a hot shower while you changed the sheets. Airing out the flat would clear the germy air well enough.

Marc approached you warily, eyeing the pharmaceutical stash you had amassed.

"Whassat?" he asked hoarsely, ducking his chin against your neck. Petting his cheek absently, you continued your perusing.

"We need to get you some meds, honey. Do want the grape stuff or no flavor? Haven't got anything better, looks like."

You felt his lips frown against your skin. "I'll just take a shower, don't neeb all tha' stuff." he coughed again, wincing at the blockage in his nose. His breath was hot. You frowned, pressing your palm against his head.

"You're feverish, Marc, you need something more than a shower. You can take one after." Filling a glass with water, you handed him a tablet and nodded. "Take that."

Muttering, he knocked it back and slugged down the water. Sliding behind you, he made his way towards the bathroom but you tugged his sleeve back.

"Hang on, one more." You slowly measured out a dose of decongestant. The garish red syrup glug-glugged quietly, an acrid smell of medicinal berry coating your nose. Blegh, you winced. It was baffling how nobody had thought to make it a tasteless pill. Drinking ounces of disgusting syrup was your least favorite way to knock out a cold.

Turning, you carefully handed Marc the little cup. "Drink that and another glass of water, then you can shower. I'll address the sheets."

You made sure to adjust the thermostat on your way to the bedroom. Once his fever dropped he'd want some warmth to sleep in. The window let in a cooling breeze, washing away the stuffy scent of sick. London's quiet din rumbled outside, providing a soundtrack for your relaxed cleaning.

Bundling the sheets and towels into your arms, you made your way to the washroom. You paused.

Marc was hunched over the counter, glaring at something.

"Marc?"

A flicker of embarrassment, then he curled his body away and grumbled a response. Frowning, you tossed the sheets in the hamper and crossed to him.

"What've you been doing? I gave that to you a while ago."

He nodded, still scowling at the viscous berry medicine. A pause. you tilted your head.

"...You okay?"

Marc didn't respond. That little serving of medicine continued to endure his baleful wrath, practically trembling on the countertop. The spell was broken by an enormous sneeze. Marc reeled from the sound, shaking the fuzz from his head.

"I think you've intimidated it enough," you joked softly, rubbing his shoulder. "But really, honey, you need to drink that."

A familiar pair of wide brown eyes blinked sorrowfully at you. "But...it tastes foul," Steven whined, sticking his lip out for emphasis. You raised your eyebrow and poked his side.

"Spector, stop shoving off to Steven. You're the one who wanted to sleep with a window open in November, you gotta suffer the consequences."

A moment of twitching and he was back, bleary and disgruntled. Ears pink with Steven's admission, Marc hedged away from you again and tried to escape to the bathroom. His clumsy feet shuffled along the creaky baseboards. You let him have his way for a moment, but soon enough was enough.

"Marc, you've literally drunk the most disgusting alcohol ever without a second thought."

He looked at you reproachfully, trying to work Steven's angle of adorable petulance. His grumpy frown did make your heart fawn, but the wracking cough and guttural sneeze overran the knee-jerk reaction.

Irritated that his tactics weren't working, Marc slumped onto your shoulder. Chuckling, you rubbed his back, rocking him side to side. His hands were insistent, tugging you backwards. You realized, almost too late, that he was trying to angle himself closer to an escape path.

"Spector-"

Before you could grab him, he had disappeared into the bathroom and turned on the tap.

You sighed. At least he was showering.

The laundry was done, and the apartment sufficiently sanitized by the time Marc reappeared, damp hair curling around his ears. He looked a little brighter. His eyes were clear and his cheeks a healthier ruddiness rather than feverish.

And, just like before, the little cup of syrup lay sitting on the counter for him. He was visibly bothered when you hadn't forgotten.

"Meds," you said firmly when he moved in for a kiss. The comment offended him, and he tried to peck you anyway. You put a hand over his mouth and pushed gently, handing him the cup.

"I don't wan' to," he rasped, lip curling. "It tastes like lighter fluid - cough - and I don't feel better anyway."

"How would you know, you haven't taken it?"

Marc huffed, dramatically folding his arms and turning his nose up.

"Marc."

Your tone made him duck his head. It was funny to watch him squirm; his reluctance almost reminded you of Steven. Usually he would bite the bullet and do anything that made him uncomfortable with nothing but a shrug. Hell, you'd seen him clean Steven's sick off the toilet after a night out with less of a reaction.

Sympathizing a little bit, you poured a glass of orange juice and slid it over.

"If you drink the medicine really fast, you can wash it down with juice."

Marc grumbled, still wrinkling his nose.

"Does that work?"

"Hmmm no," he huffed, folding his arms tighter. "I thin' you should gib me a kiss 'cause you're bein' meab," he garbled, voice strangled around the congestion. You bit down a laugh, trying to seem sincere.

"You can't even talk, Marc, I am not gonna kiss you."

The admission made his head snap up, eyes terrified. You worked this new angle, putting your hands up and backing away. "I don't want your germs."

He protested quietly, hands reaching out.

"Hug?"

"Meds."

"But-"

"No buts," you said, tone gentle again, "come on. Just a second. It'll take like two seconds and then you can drink some juice and go lay down. Yes, I'll lay with you," you acquiesced at his narrowed gaze.

He was stubbornly refused. "Marc," you sighed, dragging a hand over your face. "You'd be done with this by now if you just drank it."

"I don' like it," he bit out. Unbelievable. You stared at each other for a moment, disdainfully scowling at the situation.

"You know what, fine," you griped, taking the cup in your hand. "Pick a number between one and five."

He blinked, but relented. "F...four," he wheezed, wiping his nose with his sleeve. You held up four fingers.

"I will give you four kisses if you drink this."

He brightened. "snfff- wait, I meant fibe."

You leaned forward and nudged his nose. He tried to grab you for a kiss but you ducked back, taking the opportunity to grab his jaw gently. Eyes hazy and loving, he smiled at you.

"Open," you said softly, tapping his lips and winking.

Marc obeyed, clearly expecting a kiss. Instead, you gently tipped the medicine to his lips. Marc yelped at the sharp taste. He fussed and balked, struggling not to choke. You shushed him, tipping the cup until it had all dribbled past his lips.

"Drink it quick, honey, there you go, all done-" You shoved him the glass of juice, coaxing him to finish the dose. Marc spluttered and gagged, wincing at the taste. Eyes watering, he glared at you.

"Tha' was rude," he pouted. You cuddled him up and kissed his forehead.

"Yeah, but now you can go snuggle into bed." This outcome placated him greatly, nuzzling into your shoulder as you situated the bed. Marc jabbed your side insistently and you paused to give him a kiss.

Wrinkling your nose, you nodded. "Wow. Yeah, I can taste that. It's pretty shit."

He threw his hands up, rolling his eyes as you giggled. "Sorry for torturing you," you teased, peppering his cheek with light kisses.

"Fuggin' waterboarded me with that," he grouched, suppressing a grin at your doting affection.

The blankets, still warm from the dryer, were tucked high around his drowsy face. You lay as close as you could, draping your arm over his side. Marc snuffled and coughed for a few moments but was asleep soon, breath puffing hot against your neck. You monitored him for a while, hands gently stroking his hair before succumbing to your own nap.

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Couples Costume

Stefan Salvatore x Reader

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Summary: Stefan is dead set against dressing up for Halloween, but his girlfriend might just have found a way to outplay him.

Word Count: 1,262

Category: Fluff

Requested by @cncownerxstefansalvatorefanxstay for a fluffy Halloween with Stefan! This prompt kinda possessed me for a minute until it was done being written, so I figured what better day to double up on fic posting than Friday the 13th? Hope you like it!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Okay! What do you think? Nadja and Laszlo or Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? One is more fitting but the other is funnier."

I held up the costumes in question so Stefan, my boyfriend, could get a good look. He glanced up from his reading with a bewildered expression, his eyes scanning each of the costumes before landing on me with a frown.

"What is this for?" he asked. My mouth dropped open.

"For Halloween! Obviously! Come on, Stefan, we have to dress up."

"No. No, we don't," he said, a laughing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his eyes dropped back to his reading. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Are you seriously telling me you're not going to dress up with me for Halloween?"

"I... think I am telling you that, yeah."

"But what about the trick-or-treaters who come to the door! We want to be the cool people with awesome costumes, don't we?"

"Mmm.... no."

I sighed dramatically, letting both costumes drop to my sides. I narrowed my eyes at my boyfriend, but he didn't flinch, not looking up from his reading.

"I'll support you if you decide to dress up," he finally said. "But I'm not putting on a costume."

"Fine. I guess I can't force you," I said, flopping my arms dramatically as I turned away from Stefan, a smirk on my face. This was not over by a longshot.

A few hours later, as the sun started to set and it was time to get ready for trick-or-treaters, Stefan wandered out of the bathroom with his shirt off. We were hosting a big Halloween party later, so we needed to be dressed and ready for both.

"You decided not to dress up?" asked Stefan, running a suspicious eye over my outfit. I just shrugged.

"It's not as much fun if you don't do it with me."

Stefan smirked a little as he moved back towards he bed. "The guilt trip's not gonna work on me."

"Not even if I ramp it up to an eleven?"

He snorted, not bothering to respond as he surveyed the outfit I'd laid out for him on the bed. Once he was apparently satisfied the shirt wouldn't secretly turn into a ruffled monstrosity befitting Laszlo Cravensworth, he pulled it on and buttoned it up, then slipped on the gray pea coat I'd left with it.

With my heavy, light brown jacket and headband, my plan was officially complete. I smiled and stepped closer to Stefan, fixing his collar before running my hands through his hair a few times, spiking it up even more. When I'd finished, I stepped back and gave him a beaming smile.

"You look great," I said. He smiled, then leaned in to kiss me. We lingered for a minute before he pulled back.

"You look great too."

We shared a smile, then I held out a hand, which Stefan took.

"Come on, we have trick-or-treaters to greet."

I pulled him after me as we headed downstairs. Damon, Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie were setting up for the party, but I'd volunteered Stefan and I to answer the door for anyone who came by.

We didn't have to wait long before the doorbell rang. I smiled and grabbed the bowl of candy, Stefan right behind me as we opened the door. A group of kids with their high school-aged chaperon stood at the door beaming, candy baskets in-hand.

"Trick or treat!" they chorused. I smiled.

"You guys have some great costumes! What do we have, a vampire, a Jedi, Spock..."

"What are you dressed as?" asked a little girl towards the front. I beamed, mentally thanking her for the opening I'd been waiting for.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stefan, ready to tell her we hadn't dressed up. I spoke up before he got the chance.

"We're Bella and Edward from Twilight!"

I felt Stefan tense next to me as realization washed over him, which only made me smile wider as the kids beamed.

"That's a good costume!" said the girl in the front.

"You look just like him," the boy next to her agreed, nodding at Stefan.

"Thanks! Let's get you guys your candy, your outfits deserve some extra treats."

We smiled and waved as we gave the kids their candy, and I noticed Stefan slipped the vampire an extra bar or two. We waved as they headed off, and as soon as I shut the door, Stefan turned to me, hands on his hips and a stern look on his face.

"Bella and Edward? Seriously?"

"Yeah!" I replied, not even a little bit phased. "It's a low key costume, enough that you didn't even realize you were wearing it, but I still get to do a couples costume with my boyfriend. It's the best of both worlds."

Stefan sighed a deep, heavy, long-suffering sigh.

"I'm changing before the party."

"No!" I cried, reaching out to grab his arm. He hadn't made to move away yet, but I wanted to be ready if he did. "Please wear it for the party too. Please? For me?"

I batted my eyelashes and gave Stefan my best adorable guilt-trip look. He stared back, his expression not budging an inch, until finally he sighed again, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.

"Fine."

"Yes! Thank you." I pulled him to me, and grudgingly, he wrapped his arms around my waist as a small smile tugged its way onto his face. "You're the best boyfriend ever, Stef."

"I know."

He smiled again, then leaned down to kiss me. I leaned into him, and I think we would've stayed that way a lot longer if we hadn't been interrupted by another ring of the doorbell.

Reluctantly, Stefan and I pulled apart, sharing a smile.

"We should probably get that," I said. He hummed, not quite letting me go yet.

"I don't know if I can. You're like my own personal brand of heroin."

I laughed, which got a beaming smile out of Stefan even as I finally slipped out of his grasp.

"I can't believe you paid enough attention when we watched the movies to remember that but not enough to realize I was putting you in the same costume Edward wore!"

Stefan shrugged. "Maybe I just wanted to let you have this one."

I paused, narrowing my eyes at Stefan to try to decide if he really had put up with the costume for me, knowing the whole time what I'd been doing, or if he was just messing with me. Before I could decide, he reached past me to swing the door open and another group of kids greeted us with smiles on their faces.

"Trick or treat!"

"Wow, another vampire costume. There seem to be a lot of those this year," he said, smiling at the kid in question. "I think yours is the best I've seen, though."

The kid absolutely beamed at the compliment, and I moved up next to Stefan as we chatted with the trick-or-treaters and handed out the candy. One of the kids actually guessed our costume this time, and Stefan was the one to tell them they were right, we were Bella and Edward. With his arm around me as we talked with each and every kid who came to the door, I could tell Stefan was warming up to the couple's costume idea, whether or not he'd been aware of what he was getting into in the first place.

I just hoped that warm feeling would be enough to carry him through whatever inevitable bad jokes Damon made at his expense all night once the kids were gone and the party began.

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Underneath It All

Paring: JJ Maybank x KookFem!reader

Warnings:  18+ Smut. Oral (w receiving) PIV, Fluff, Romance, JJ’s got a dirty mouth. (Slight Angst, Slight Dub Con - if you squint) Not Proof-Read.

Summary:  JJ wants more than a casual hook up.

Word Count: 2000 words

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Fine Print: Steal my writing or copy bits and karma will get ya.

“You know, you weren’t my type,” JJ whispered.

"Wh-what?" you stammered. Scrunching your nose at the sudden change in topic, you wondered what drove him to switch from talking about Rafe to well- you.

"You just- weren't."

"Oh—" And then it clicked. He wanted you to respond with ‘and what about now?', opening the door to a conversation you were not willing to have.

It was not that you did not want to. But there was too much animosity between your friends and his; too much of a painful history for any sort of healthy relationship to form between you and JJ. Each time you spoke, it always came back to something one of your friends had done or said. Toxic messes with no end or resolution in sight. Wasn't this the very reason JJ climbed the tall trellis against the side of your home and into your bedroom window in the first place?  To tell you about some shit Rafe had done and why Rafe had more coming to him than a bloody nose and a cut lip?

But there was another reason. Your mind chided, and you baulk under the weight of the truth.  It is for this unspoken reason that JJ showed up at your house in the dead of night while your parents slept soundly down the hall. Why even as he spoke, his gaze unapologetically swept across every inch of your body, only for your core to clench with anticipation. But you didn’t want to dwell on that. You couldn’t dwell on that. Nothing good could ever come from that.  So you narrowed your eyes at him in a futile attempt to get the conversation about Rafe back on track and hopefully send him back the way he came.

"It's fine.  You’re not mine," you shrugged though your heart clenched.  You watched JJ’s eyebrow hitch in response, his fingers twitch at his side.  Folding your arms across your chest you forced yourself to continue. "I’m not into blondes," you said with haughty resignation.

“Is that right?” JJ chuckled, dimpled cheeks on full display. It gave him a boyish charm if it weren't for his teeth, which appeared white and wolf-like in the moonlight. His blue eyes flickered down at your lips as he licked his own.  It made his intentions painfully obvious.

"That’s right…" you swallowed as he inched closer, "..and I don’t. Fuck. Pogues.”

JJ lunged forward, lips crashing onto yours in a brutal kiss.  His ringed fingers grabbed your neck and pulled you close, enslaving you to his sensual assault of teeth and lips. Your knees buckled when his tongue entered your mouth, despite your efforts to resist. While his fingers slipped down your body to your ass, kneading the soft supple flesh covered in silk.   Growling into your mouth, JJ pulled you closer, grinding your core against his stiffening cock. The action makes you instantly wet much to your chagrin.  

Pulling away from the kiss, JJ scraped his teeth along the shell of your ear, his voice on edge as he spoke. “Don’t fuck pogues, huh? Funny since you didn’t mind bouncin' on my dick when that asshole dumped you. Ain’t that right cupcake?” His vulgar words made your stomach churn in disdain and you tried to push him off, but his hands wound their way around your waist. JJ pulled you towards him until your lower halves bumped, then backed you towards your bed and pushed you down onto it.

“That was a mistake. A moment of weakness JJ and you know it.” You said, scrambling backwards on your elbows to put distance between the two of you.  JJ grabbed your right ankle and yanked you towards him.

“It was a mistake JJ…a moment of weakness JJ…” he mimicked, high-pitched and shrilly. “That's cute, princess. Real cute.” he drawled, as he climbed on top of you. With those piercing blue eyes staring down at you from a halo of wispy blonde hair, he looked like an angel but something about his expression reminded you of Lucifer too.

In the seconds that followed, a silent conversation ensued filled with emotions you could not articulate: uncertainty, lust, fear. It seemed JJ understood because his eyes softened immediately and an unspoken understanding passed between the two of you. He suddenly seemed different; unusually calm compared to the chaotic energy he usually exuded. 

JJ had switched tactics.

“That night in your dad's office while everyone watched fireworks outside..." he said softly, his fingers slowly undoing each button of your silk pyjama shirt. Normally, he would have eagerly ripped them open with fervor and passion but, tonight, his actions were languid and gentle. You felt you could stop him if you truly wanted to. 

You remembered the night in question. It was your dad's 60th birthday party which had been a grand occasion; many of the Outer Banks' elite gathered under the stars to celebrate. Your parents had hired a catering company and JJ was one of its servers. 

You gasped as he exposed your naked chest to the cool night air, bringing you back to reality. He slowly leaned down tongue trailing along the side of your rib cage. 

“Was that night a mistake too?" His eyes flashing up at you as he latched onto your nipple with fervor. 

You were immediately swept away as JJ sucked, pulled, and tugged hungrily at your tender flesh. Your other bud was deliciously teased by his nimble fingers while images of that night and JJ holding you down against your father's desk as he pounded you senseless came rushing back. Just thinking about it made you giddy, your fingertips gently gliding into his blonde strands.   

Slowly, he kissed down your chest to your silk-covered core, your body humming with need as he buried his face and breathed you in.

"Where were your kook morals when I fucked you at midsummer, huh?" he asked while hooking his fingers into the band of your silk shorts and panties. Clearly, you didn’t have any because you were now lifting your hips for JJ while he dragged them down your legs and off.  He flung them aimlessly behind him, before his lips pressed soft kisses on your stomach and hips.

“Or that night under the stars while your friends partied by the bonfire?”  He looked up at you, pupils blown “Don’t think I've ever told you this, but that night is one of my favorites. You just kept riding me,  an’ riding me, an’ riding me...” he whispered eyes rolling at the sinful thought  “You made me cum so fuckin' hard I nearly passed out. Do you remember?" 

That night was one of your favorites too. Your friends were down by the beach and you had snuck off to be with JJ on higher ground. The sand dunes provided the perfect spot to pull him down on the white sand and climb on top of him. It was also the first time you had decided to not use condoms since starting the pill a week prior.

You remembered JJ lying beneath you while you fucked yourself on his dick. His hands slid up and down your body touching every part he could reach until they landed on your hips where they stayed.

You rode him for what felt like forever. Slow desperate circles that had you moaning and gasping. The lack of a condom taking both of your pleasure to dizzying heights since you could feel everything. Your eyes never left his handsome face as you watched his expression shift from horny to on the edge of exploding.

When JJ finally came, you had never seen him cum like that before. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his teeth bared as he whimpered your name like a hedonistic prayer. Watching him become vulnerable and losing control like that had you careening into an orgasm of your own.  Your could barely hold on but you kept riding him as you wrung out every last ounce of pleasure. It was only when he brokenly confessed “God, I love fucking you. I love... I love being with you” did you finally climb off him Bambi-legged, with his cum dripping down your thighs.

You nodded at the sinful memory, biting your bottom lip, and JJ chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you'd remember" Pushing your legs apart, he wrapped his arms around your legs, his face close to your weeping core.

"Don't fuck pogues, but your legs are always open for me, hm?" he breathed, his tongue darting out to taste the nectar pooling at your slit. A satisfied hum bubbled from his throat. “Always eager... wet... an’ sweet”. JJ purred before burying his tongue deep in your cunt.

"Oh, Fuck! J-" you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as you bucked underneath him, seeking more friction. JJ’s tongue danced along your clit.  Using two fingers he spread your petals apart, your pearl on display for him. You let out a sharp cry when he suckled it,  toes curling, your head spun from the excessive stimulation.  JJ sucked greedily, lapping at your sweet nectar until your clit throbbed from being so thoroughly mouthed.

"Nah uh, can’t come yet, princess" he murmured, as he flicked your clit with his tongue, "Can’t come til I tell you to." His voice was guttural; his words dripping with lust that left you shaking with need.  You moaned again, tilting your hips up against JJ's prodding tongue until you forgot who and where you were.   Your whole body quaking with the insatiable need to cum.

You ran your fingers through JJ’s silky hair and grabbed the back of his neck with both hands.  With your head tilted back on the pillows, desperately you had spread your legs as wide as you possibly can, your toes pointed towards the ceiling. It had him right where you needed him most. Your stomach clenched, not able to get enough air or leverage to do much other than gulp and gasp for breath. You felt like you were a dying star about to be reborn.

JJ sank his fingers deep into your soaked pussy and you lost it. The sound of your cry reverberated throughout your bedroom. Unbridled and loud. Holding down your bucking hips JJ continued to suck your swollen bud as he finger-fucked every last ounce of ecstasy from your pulsing core.

“Can’t even follow simple instructions, hm? You bad girl...” JJ laughed breathlessly, as he crawled up your body leaving a trail of wet kisses along his path.  Reeling from your orgasm, you didn't even notice JJ had taken off his t-shirt or that he was now on top of you.  You sighed as he kissed you passionately, and you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue. His fingers worked his belt and unzipped his fly.  He pulled his cock out, the mushroom tip flared and sticky with precum.

“But ’s okay… ” JJ breathed, and he wasted no time pushing his thick cock past your soaked petals, his lips brushing your neck with a sigh.  “You needed it, huh baby? I get it. It’s the same way I’ve been needin’ to fuck you all week.  It’s all I could think about... I’ve missed you. Did you miss me too?” He pushed deeper and you cried out, perhaps in response to his question. JJ’s hand flew over your mouth to stop the sound from escaping.

“Ah ah, shh--” he smiled, dimples pronounced, lips ghosting your ear.  “What would your parents say, hm? What’d they say if they caught their princess takin’ my pogue dick?” But even as he said those words JJ pushed harder into you until his entire length filled you to the hilt.  A long sigh escaped you as he began to rock his hips gently.

"Gotta keep quiet for me, baby...” JJ moaned, kissing you along your collarbone.  “Gotta keep quiet while I fuck you... Can you do that for me?” 

You shook your head ‘no’ and JJ breathed out a laugh.  “I know baby, I know its hard but you gotta try, you gotta try...” It was easier said than done with the feel of JJ grinding his hips, his thick cock impossibly deep in you.  A low keening sound escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to your chest. His skin felt hot yet smooth like marble beneath your hands and it sent a shiver up your spine when he tightened his hold and nipped at your neck with his teeth.

His pace quickened after those few gentle thrusts.  He took in deep gulps of air, his breath brushed across your cheek. "You feel soo good.. fuckin’ tight... always chokin’ me--” he whispered, his voice trailing off into incoherent words and moans while his hips picked up their rhythm making you sob into the palm of his hand.  This is what you wanted, what you needed, so desperately. The pleasure, the pain, everything only JJ could give you.

"Fuck, ’m close, baby. So close. Gonna cum-” JJ groaned against your ear, “Can I- in you?" he whispered between shallow pants. You knew what he was asking for, what he needed and you shook your head ‘yes’. Your fingertips embedded into the flesh of his back as you clung to him for dear life.

Leaning into his hand at your mouth, JJ drove himself forcefully into you as if trying to hammer home how good it felt filling you. So fucking gone you didn't care about the noise, you didn't care about your bed frame hitting the wall.  Because with every pound of your heart, every rush of blood to your core, every sharp burst of light behind your closed eyelids, and the stroke of his cock hitting that spot deep within, your orgasm approached quicker and harder than ever before. The buildup was almost too much to bear and you clawed at JJ’s back for purchase.

"God- Ah! J-" you sobbed, biting down on JJ's palm as your whole body convulsed from the force of your orgasm. JJ pulled out slowly until just his tip remained, then slammed back into you violently. He did it once, twice, three times -  a primal groan left his lips as his body stiffened above you, cock twitching as he painted your womb with his cum. He shuddered, gasping harshly against your ear, whispering brokenly the words ‘yes, fuck--’ and ‘mine’ 

After several minutes of panting, JJ gently removed his hand from your mouth and his lips came to meet yours. His face was full of love as he lazily stroked your cheeks and lips. 

"You weren't my type because I didn't think a girl like you would ever want someone like me," JJ admitted softly. "But, I know the truth and  I’m done pretending what we have isn’t real. You can’t keep runnin' away from this Y/N..." he whispered, eyes burning into your own. "You can't keep runnin' from me." 

[nikoruistyping]

Better Hold Your Breathe || Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader​

Summary: You had hoped to have a nice normal morning but its nothing but normal at the BAU and next thing you know you end up locked in the Evidence Room with none other than Spencer Reid, your coworker and crush. As time passes Spencer starts to have a panic attack and there was only one thing you could think of to help stop it...

TW: Fluff, Coworkers to Lovers Relationship, Kissing, Playful Banter, Jealous Spencer, Derek calling you Babygirl as a joke, Depictions of a Panic Attack due to Claustrophobia

Word Count: 2.5K?

A/N: This fic is my annual bday present for my best friend so happy bday my queen and I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I did making it for you. I hope your MGG thirst is quenched with this one even though its not really a smutty piece since I ended up changing my plot/idea last minute because I wasnt happy with my writing at all and I’m rusty so I’m sorry if its not as good as my other pieces. THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST CRIMINAL MINDS/SPENCER FIC SO SORRY IF HE SOUNDS A BIT OUT OF CHARACTER I TRIED YALL. BEFORE ANY ONE COMMENTS AND COMES FOR ME YES THIS WAS INSPIRED BY THE STILES & LYDIA KISS FROM TEEN WOLF 3x11 SO SHUT UP I KNOW!

Coffee holder in hand you used your hip to push the glass double doors to the BAU open. You had purposely gone to the coffee shop early that morning so that you could order not only yourself a cup but to also get one for Spencer, who also happened to be the one guy in the BAU that you had the biggest crush on ever since the first day you joined. By some miracle you had remembered his order by heart and it was stupid that you were remembering such little things about him but that's what you do when you really like someone that much right? You tried to convince yourself that watching him make his coffee step by step every morning in the kitchen wasn't creepy at all but next thing you knew you were taking notes about what milk he used and how many sugars he would put inside his cup.

You shook your head at the silly thought and happily you walked over to your desk with the biggest smile on your face ready to take on the rest of the day. Penelope took notice from across the room as she walked in at the same time as you and she lightly nudged your shoulder.

"Well someone looks extra chipper this morning." She commented pushing up her pink colored glasses.

"Aren't I always happy every time I walk into work?" You question raising your eyebrow at her.

"Usually you are but I'm guessing that it has to do with the fact that you bought two coffees...I'm pretty sure that's not all for you." She says with a sly smirk on her lips since she is clearly the best hacker in the BAU there is, but your crush on Spencer was blatantly obvious that she didn't need to hack into brain to know that information.

"Bold of you to assume that Penelope." You say trying to look away but you weren't always the best at hiding your feelings.

"Oh come on, you know I'm right and I'm pretty sure that coffee is for a special someone that we all know you have the biggest crush on." She says with a small roll of her eyes at how it was pointless for you to deny it at this point.

"Fine! Fine...I did get him a coffee but it's just a coffee and that's it, nothing more I promise." You say as you lie to not only yourself but to Penelope who wasn't believing a word that you were saying at all but she just gave you a look of disbelief as she saw Derek across the room and waved hello to him.

"Whatever you say Y/N. Just promise me that eventually you will make a move or else I'll do it for you." She said with a nudge to your shoulder again which just made you chuckle at her declaration.

"I pinky promise, you happy now Penelope?" You say a bit reluctantly.

"Much better. I'll see you in ten minutes in the meeting room, Hotch gave us a new case so I have to prepare." She says as she parts ways with you and heads to her office as you make your way to your desk which of course happened to be right across from Spencer's and it was extremely hard to focus all day looking at his pretty face twenty four seven.

You were surprised to see another coffee cup on your desk with a little sticky note attached to the lid and it instantly made you smile. The closer you got you set down the holder and looked across to Spencer’s desk but he was nowhere in sight. You carefully took the sticky note off the lid and started to read it to yourself.

Y/N,

Hope I got the order right and enjoy.

- Spencer Reid aka Your Favorite Desk Neighbor

His little note made you smile from ear to ear and you could help but pick up the cup and take a small sip. To your surprise he really did get your order right, you hadn't expected him to be so observant but then again he would have a job if that was the case right?

As you look up you see Spencer walking in your direction and when your eyes met his you tried your best to keep your composure and waved to him, his footsteps getting closer until he seemed to park himself right in front of your desk.

"Morning Spence. I-Um...thanks for the coffee that's really thoughtful of you." You admit taking another sip as you glanced over his beautiful facial features.

"Morning Y/N," His reply a controlled stutter, barely keeping it together while you inched closer to where he was leaning against the desk.

He accepted the pipping hot cup you bought him with a whispered thank you. You were excited to see his reaction and you had your fingers crossed that you remembered every detail of his order.

"Did I get it right?" You asked with an eager attitude and smile on your face while you tried to hide behind your coffee cup.

"Surprisingly enough you-" His words were interrupted by Derek coming up from behind and shaking his shoulders playfully.

"Good Morning you two," He said greeting us as he looked at all the coffee cups on your desk and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Looks like you two decided to throw a coffee party and not invite anyone. I'm taking this as compensation." He says with a laugh and grabbing the cup of coffee you had bought for yourself.

"I-I'll allow that but you owe me next time Derek." You say taking a sip and gritting your teeth a bit in anger but not letting it get the best of you.

"Fine I'll get you one next time babygirl," He said with a smirk and a little playful wink which made you flustered for a quick moment since it was out of character for him to ever call you that, that was always his thing with Penelope. You glanced at Spencer and his gaze seemed frustrated and angry, his knuckles almost turning white as he gripped the coffee cup harder. You couldn't quite read what was on his mind since he never was the best at showing or expressing his emotions. It was clear he was upset maybe jealous even.

"Oh come on now, I'm just playing no need to get all flustered. I'll see you both in the meeting room in ten." He said patting Spencer on the shoulder seeing as he made no comments at all about the interaction.

Before you could try and bounce back from the awkwardness Derek had instilled into your conversation with Spencer this morning felt like it couldn't get any worse until you got a call on your desk phone and you picked up.

"Hey Y/N, I need you to go into the evidence room and bring me a few boxes of evidence. Looks like its so old and outdated that its not in the computer system yet," Penelope explained over the phone.

"Penelope really?! Is it that urgent that it needs to be right now?" You question in a bit of an annoyed tone in your voice being as nothing seemed to be going as planned this morning.

"Yes Y/N it is! Pretty pretty please I won't ask you for any other favors for the whole day I promise," She pleaded and well you couldn't say no to your best friend in the whole department.

"Fine I'll go. Just text me the record box numbers and I'll go get them." You said letting out a breath as you nervously played with phone cord.

"Make sure to bring Spencer or Derek with you. The boxes are pretty heavy and good luck!" She hung up quickly before you could even say another word in protest but you accepted that this was basically defeat at this point.

You put the phone down hanging up and you give Spencer a look that makes him immediately curious. After with whatever just happened with Derek there was no way you were bringing him as a helping hand. You hated to admit it but the evidence room was extremely dark and scary looking to go into by yourself so it put you at ease that maybe Spencer would tag along.

"So...Spencer I need your help to go get some boxes from the evidence room. Are you in?" You ask taking one last sip of the delicious coffee and putting it down.

"Yeah, yeah of course I'll help." He quickly responds without hesitation as he followed your lead around the office and towards the direction of the room.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence between the two of you, he finally broke it the moment you reached your destination.

"I didn't know you and Derek had a 'thing' going on. I just always assumed him and Penelope were more into each other because of that ridiculous petname he calls her which honestly I think is a violation against having a healthy and safe work place environment-" He was fumbling his words as he rambled on about how he just couldn't imagine you and Derek being together.

"If it makes you feel any better Derek and I aren't a 'thing'. We never were. I don't know why he called me babygirl...it felt wrong but I know he was just probably joking with me to get on my nerves or something." You admit as you turn the rusty old doorknob after fussing with the keylock and open the door slowly.

"Wait...really so you aren't into him?" He questions while following your lead into the very lowly lit room that was filled with hundreds of boxes on dusty shelves.

"Make sure to hold the door open or else it will-" You spoke a bit too late because before you knew it you heard the door close and lock behind the both of you.

"-lock us in." You finish your sentence and Spencer looks behind him seeing as the door had really locked you two in there for who knows how long now.

"You should have warned me beforehand."

"How was I suppose to warn you beforehand if you had me distracted with something else?!"

"Jesus now we are stuck in here and Y/N you know how much I hate small dark enclosed spaces! This is literally my worst nightmare right now!" He exclaimed as his breathing seemed to get faster and he put his hand to his chest that was heaving up and down quickly. Spencer was having a panic attack and you weren't sure what to do.

"Hold on Spence, let me just call Penelope I'm sure she can help us." You say quickly fumbling with your phone, trying to put on the flashlight and finding her contact to call her as soon as possible.

"PENELOPE!" You scream into the phone in a panic.

"AH! Y/N why are you screaming into my headpiece right now?!"

"Spencer and I are stuck in the evidence room and he is having a panic attack right now so what do I do?! Can you get us out of here please!" You begged.

"Oh god…ok so this wasn't how this was suppose to go!" She replies back quickly.

"Penelope what are you talking about?! Did you plan this?"

"Well I wasn't planning on the door locking but I wanted to give you the right moment to make your move on Spencer but not like this!"

"Penelope I'm going to seriously unfriend you after this."

"I'm sorry! I'm gonna try and fix this right now just give me a few minutes, I will call you back right away."

"Is everything ok?" Spencer asks in-between quick and heavy breaths now that he has resorted to sitting on the floor while he tries to control his breathing but sadly all the dust and darkness isn't really helping at all and he seemed to be clutching his chest.

"We will get out of here soon, don't worry about that right now, just focus on me Spence." You say sitting in front of him and trying to do something but you didn't know what to do that could help in this situation.

His breathing only got quicker the more he seemed to panic and at that point you got an idea but maybe it was worth the risk of whatever would come afterwards but you decided to just do it anyways.

"Hey! Spencer look at me...just look at me..." Your voice trailed off as you seemed to lean in closer to him, your hands cupping his face, being pricked by his stubble as you made eye contact with him despite the lighting situation.

Without even having to think twice you quickly closed the gap between the both of you and your lips met his. At first he was completely stunned you could tell by his reaction since his teeth seemed to clash with yours but as you both eased into it a wave of relief hit his body and he was completely relaxed. You didn't let go of him only bringing him as close as humanly possible while your lips moved gently against his. Before the both of you almost ran out of breathe you slowly pulled away, his forehead leaning against yours as you were surprised with yourself that you even did something like that to begin with.

Spencer's eyes seemed to be darting everywhere looking at you but then looking all over your entire face, still in shock that you flat out kissed him.

"How...How did you do that?" He whispered out into the small space between you both.

"I-Uh...I read once that holding your breathe can stop a panic attack," You paused for a small moment almost getting lost in his brown eyes as you tried to focus on trying to shamelessly explain yourself.

"So when I kissed you...you held your breathe."

"I-I did?" He asked almost in disbelief that he even had the chance to kiss you.

"Yeah...you did."

"Thanks...you know that's really smart..." His voice trailed off almost echoing but you could help but blush and feeling absolutely flustered by the whole situation.

"Well I just-I read it somewhere and I felt a bit helpless not being able to help you so I thought this must be the only way." You twiddled your thumbs in your lap looking down as you bit your lip, it still tasting of coffee except it seemed more bitter tasting.

"Must be the only way, hmm," He hummed a bit in disbelief at your explanation but he reached his hand out to hold yours and gently squeezed.

"Do you believe now that I definitely don't have a 'thing' with Derek?" You question squeezing his hand right back as you couldn't help but smile at him despite not being able to see him too well in the darkness.

"I don't know I might need you to verify one more time just to make sure." He says with a chuckle coming off his lips.

"Wow you're much cheekier than I thought Spence." You say giggling a bit to yourself.

"You know when we finally get out of here do you maybe want to go to dinner with me sometime? I mean only if you want to-" He was still nervous and somehow stuttered out his sentence but you just pulled him in for a hug and kissed his cheek in the process.

"Yes, I would love that Spence." You say with a smile on your face as you squeeze him tightly in your arms.

Eventually Penelope came to the rescue with a giant crowbar in hand as she pried the door open, breaking the lock in the process. You had never seen Spencer happier to go into the meeting room and go straight to work in his entire life. Now that you both were finally out of the evidence room the next hurdle to jump over was to finally go on your first date with him knowing that it was confirmed that you two both had feelings for each other and it was a plus that he was a really good kisser too.

[mamaestapa]

Man or Superman?|| Jamie Drysdale x reader

•pairing: Jamie Drysdale x reader

•summary: You and Jamie dress up as Clark Kent and Lana Lang from Smallville for the Ducks annual Halloween party

•warnings: talks of alcohol consumption and lots of fluff<3

Halloween 2023

"Jamie baby!" you called from the entryway of your shared home, "you and Trev almost ready?" You applied some more lip gloss to your lips in the mirror on the wall next to the staircase as you waited to hear your boyfriends response.

"Yeah, we'll be down in a minute."

You smiled at your reflection in the mirror as you fluffed up your hair a bit more. You heard heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs, signaling that your boyfriend and his best friend were finished getting ready. Even though Jamie doesn't live with him anymore, he and Trevor are still inseparable. Your smile widened as you saw Jamie's reflection appear in the mirror next to yours. You turned around and took in the full costume your boyfriend was wearing. He looked perfect, but in your eyes, Jamie always looked perfect.

"Look at you," you crooned, "you make a perfect Clark Kent."

Jamie blushed at your words as a wide grin pulled at his lips. He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, gently pulling you into him. "Thank you," he said sweetly, "you make a perfect Lois Lane."

"Lana Lang."

"Lana Lang!" Jamie corrected, his blush deepening as he realized he said the wrong name. He couldn't believe he got the characters name wrong again. He grimaced slightly, softly mumbling "sorry" under his breath. You shook your head and chuckled softly at how flustered Jamie was.

"It's alright J," you reassured, "you'll get it by the end of the night." You said with a wink, making Jamie smile sweetly. You got up on your tip toes and pressed a soft kiss to his smooth cheek before you pulled away from him to put your boots on.

This year for Halloween, you and Jamie were dressed up as Clark Kent and Lana Lang from the 2000's tv show Smallville. The two of you binged the show about teenage Clark Kent during Jamie's recovery from shoulder surgery last season. You both fell in love with the show, watching too many episodes in one night for many weeks straight. While you binged the show, you constantly told Jamie that he resembled teenage Clark--which never failed to make the boy blush. So since you thought he looked like Clark, you decided that dressing up as Clark Kent and his love interest during his teenage years, Lana Lang, would be perfect for Halloween this year.

You tried to get Trevor to dress up as Lex Luthor, but he refused. He says it's because you and Jamie deserve to do a couples costume this year, but you think it's really because he just doesn't want to wear a bald cap.

So instead Trevor is going as a Ghostbuster again, this time with Mason McTavish and not Jamie, leaving you and Jamie by yourselves in your couples costume. Which neither of you are complaining about at all. It's a nice change to get to do a costume theme with just the two of you for once.

Once you zipped up your black boots, you followed Jamie into the kitchen to grab your purse. Trevor walked into the kitchen shortly after the two of you, grabbing a water bottle from off the counter. He looked at the two of you with raised eyebrows as he took a generous gulp of water. He wiped water off of his lip and pointed at Jamie.

"Dude, you really do look like Clark."

"Thanks bud."

Trevor gave a curt nod as he turned his attention to you. He wolf whistled as he his eyes trailed up your body, "You make a good Lana, Y/n/n."

You shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully at Trevor as the sound of his infectious laughter filled the room. "Shut up, Z. But thanks, J thinks so too."

Trevor wiggled his eyebrows at Jamie as he leaned agaisnt the kitchen counter. He let out a dramatic sigh as he did so. "So what are you Jimmy, man or superman?" Trevor teased Jamie, a playful smirk on his face as he eyed his best friend. Jamie chuckled in response, shaking his head at Trevor as he replied, "I haven't really figured it out yet."

"Hey," you said, shooting Trevor a look of feigned hurt, "you stole my line." Trevor just stuck his tongue out at you as pushed himself off the counter and grabbed the keys to his bronco. He twirled the set of keys in his hand, walking toward the front door of yours and Jamie's house.

"Come on lovers, don't wanna be late!" Trevor called from over his shoulder as he walked out of your home. Jamie put his hand on the small of your back, chuckling to himself as as he led you to the front door and out of the house.

"Trev," you said cautiously as you walked toward his car, "should you be driving if your going to be drinking?"

"Don't worry about me princess, Smallville here said he'd be DD."

"Smallville?" You and Jamie both asked at the same time, both your brows raised in amusement. "Yup," Trevor said, popping the "p", "that's my new nickname for him."

"You know," you began, "you should've dressed up as Lois Lane. We could've had a little love triangle going on." You teased, reaching out to poke Trevor's shoulder as he backed out of your driveway.

"Ha," he laughed, "you wish."

Jamie shook his head, "I disagree, I think Lex would've been better. I'd love to see Z in a bald cap."

"Shut up, or you're walking to this party."

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jamie.drysdale- 👻->🦸🏻‍♂️

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trevorzegras- ok smallville

yourusername- So, what are you? Man or Superman?🤔

jamie.drysdale- @yourusername I haven't really figured it out yet😉

anahiemducks- this years costume>>>>

user1- SOMEBODY SAVEEE MEEE

masonmctavish23- Clana and yourshipname 🔛🔝

_quinnhughes- I was promised Trev would be in a bald cap. I'm so disappointed.

nhl- It's a bird! It's a plane! Oh wait, it's just Jamie Drysdale.

trevorzegras- @_quinnhughes idk who promised you that

user2- Z as Lex Luthor would have been THE BEST. we were robbed😭

_quinnhughes- @user2 Agreed.

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yourusername- you are my purpose, you're everything🤍 (iykyk;)

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yourusername- the smallville costumes were a success!! except for the part where trevor refused to dress as lex luthor... -pinned comment

jamie.drysdale- I love you. Thanks for saving me a dance❤️

yourusername- @jamie.drysdale I love you more, smallville ;)

jackhughes_ - Oh we need to see Z as Lex

trevorzegras- @jackhughes_ no we don't.

user6- THIS IS TOO SWEET.

jamie.drysdale- @jackhughes_ @trevorzegras next year😉

trevorzegras- hottest clark kent i ever did see

anaheimducks- Alexa, play "Everything" by Lifehouse

kristinkreuk- Oh I love this!! You make a beautiful Lana❤️

colecaufield- Such a good show. but @trevorzegras I'm so disappointed in you.

jamie.drysdale- @colecaufield wouldn't he have made a great Lois Lane?

_quinnhughes- Omg Trevor as Lois is even better.

trevorzegras- !?!

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hey loves!!

just a cute little month late halloween fic for all my jamie drysdale girlies🥰

i’ve been watching smallville recently, and it could be just me…but hear me out. if you don’t think too much and if you squint, jamie kind of looks like tom welling as clark kent!! i see it, but i could be crazy lol. they’re both super cute though ;))

thank you again for all of the love and support!! it means so much to me. you’re all the BEST🤍🤍

[takaraphoenix]

for the October smut prompts: 14, hotel // aftercare with Peter / Stiles, please!

Tags: m/m, established relationship, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, fluff, BDSM, aftercare, explicit sexual content, anal, knotting, overstimulation

Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale

Cherrytober Prompt: hotel + aftercare

Summary: Stiles loved Peter, loved the strong Alpha, loved when they were rough in bed, loved the firm dom side of his boyfriend, but his absolute favorite part was when Peter was soft with him.

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The Soft Bits

Mischief Mondays Series/Stiles' Cherrytober

Stiles loved Peter, wholly. Loved the strong, absolute power that the Alpha had in leading their pack. Loved the ruthless efficiency with which he'd protect their pack. Loved when they went at it rough and hard, leaving bruises littering Stiles' skin, loved the possessive way in which Peter would mark him up in bed. Loved the firm hand with which his dom would spank him for being a brat, how Peter never took his shit and knew how to put Stiles in his place. Loved the sharp-tongued, no prisoners lawyer that could domineer any court room and left his opponent suttering.

Every hard, strong, firm edge to the man was something Stiles loved, admired, cherished.

But his favorite side of Peter was that soft, gentle and caring side, the one he only ever showed Stiles, the one he only trusted Stiles with. When all else was said and done, when the pack was safe, the case was won, the fucking came to a spectacular climax, the scene ended – when it was just Stiles and Peter, curled together in the sanctuary of bed.

Peter growled lowly as he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and sharper into Stiles. All Stiles could muster was a broken whine. They'd been fucking for two hours now, every time Peter was close, he'd pause and instead of finishing the job, he'd spend some time leaving another hickey on pale skin. Once he was calmed down a little, he'd start fucking Stiles again. And all of that after the damn wolf had spent another hour lazily opening Stiles up with his fingers, with his tongue, until Stiles was a moaning, begging mess, pleading for more.

"Ple—ease," Stiles' voice broke, too rough from all the begging he'd already done.

"Mh?" Peter nosed his neck curiously. "If you're still capable of speech, I'm not doing enough."

And oh no. Stiles whined, a hopeless little noise, fingers helplessly tugging on the bonds that tied him to the bed-frame. Peter lifted his head off Stiles' neck to offer his mate a wicked smile, all fangs and red glowing eyes and Stiles' cock jerked desperately at it. He readily bared his throat to his Alpha, needing, needing. Peter's chest rumbled pleased by that.

"So good for me, darling," Peter whispered, attaching himself to the bared neck again.

He thrust even harder, hitting Stiles' prostate mercilessly until Stiles could feel tears of despair gathering in his eyes, sobs spilling from his lips. It was just all too much, too much stimulation for too long, too little friction, no release. When the first tear spilled from his eyes did Peter finally wrap his fingers around Stiles' cock and Stiles nearly came from the touch alone.

"Ah, ah, ah," Peter growled, nipping Stiles' jawline. "You only come on my knot, understood?"

"Yes, Alpha," Stiles forced the words out, knowing he wouldn't get to come at all if he didn't.

Peter's smile was sharp and pleased as he forced his slowly forming knot into his mate. He rocked back and forth while his knot fully formed, stretching Stiles so much, so much, so good, and when the knot fully caught, Stiles came hard, arching his back off the bed.

"So good," Peter's voice gentled, soft kisses peppering Stiles' face. "So good for me, my sweetheart, you did so good, sh, it's okay, you're okay, love, you were perfect."

He kissed away the tears, his hands undoing the bindings and gently massaging Stiles' sore wrists. Peter brought the wrists up to his mouth to kiss them just as softly. He sat back, carefully adjusting Stiles without dislodging his knot so the two of them could lay side by side.

"Hey," Peter carefully cupped Stiles' face. "Does anything hurt, love?"

Stiles shook his head, eyes half-lid, just to earn a stern look from his mate. "No. Just sore. Very."

He coughed a little and the next moment, Peter was holding a water bottle against his lips, letting him take slow sips. Stiles smiled up at his mate before snuggling into the soft pillows. He absentmindedly thought how nice it was to get dirty in sheets they wouldn't have to think about washing. Perks of hotel rooms, someone else would have to clean up the mess.

"Good," Peter smiled and pressed a kiss to Stiles' cheek.

Stiles' eyes closed and he gave himself to the feeling of Peter's knot tying them together and the soft, expensive sheets against his skin. A wet towel started gently petting him down. Stiles wiggled his nose at how cold the water had gone, but then it had been hours.

"What's wrong, darling?" Peter asked concerned, pausing.

"S cold," Stiles complained, waving a hand.

"I'm afraid I'm a little… tied down at the moment and can't get warmer water, I'm sorry."

The cute thing was that Peter genuinely sounded sorry. Straight up offended with the water for not being to Stiles' liking. With a lazy smile did Stiles let some sparks dance around his hand and a second later, the water warmed up. Peter chuckled at him, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I can't have exhausted you that much if you still got enough energy to perform magic."

Stiles cracked one eye open, watching how his Alpha cleaned him up, amused. They both knew that it'd take many more hours to get Stiles exhausted enough not to perform at least minor magic. He was far too powerful for that. Stiles loved that look of pure adoration and admiration on Peter's face that showed him just how aware the wolf was of this fact. Of the fact that Stiles was incredibly powerful but chose to submit to him, chose to give up his power to the Alpha. Peter never forgot that, prided himself on that, and always made sure that Stiles would not regret that trust.

"You were wonderful, my love," Peter smiled gently while cleaning Stiles up.

He traced every bruise carefully, a mixture of pride upon having marked his mate as his and concern at making sure he hadn't gone too fast, pressed too hard. It was cute, because Stiles knew his wolf could control himself – at least when it came to Stiles. He'd never seriously hurt Stiles, not even on accident, he couldn't hurt his mate. Still, Peter always worried after. Even though Stiles loved the bruises, loved being covered in his mate's marks, loved it rough, begged for it.

"Are you hungry?" Peter asked, trailing his hands over Stiles' sides.

"No, I just want you, Peter," Stiles sighed, reaching out for the Alpha. "C'mere."

The Alpha smiled amused and obeyed, laying down with his mate and pulling Stiles close, his arms around the Spark to hold him tight. Stiles sighed again, content this time. This, this was his favorite side of Peter's. The gentle and caring one, the one that made sure Stiles was uninjured, happy and taken care off. The one who took care of Stiles. The only one Stiles trusted to take care of him.

"I love you," Stiles mumbled, pressing a kiss to Peter's jaw. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, my love," Peter smiled and kissed Stiles properly.

It was their fifth anniversary and Peter had booked this expensive, amazing vacation, for the whole pack, but they left Derek in charge of wrangling the betas while the Alpha Mates enjoyed themselves and it was perfect, every bit about it was absolutely perfect and Stiles loved it.

~*~ The End ~*~

[prismasnotebook]

hey, can you write something for Nolan hansen x fem!Reader? (Mrbeast crew). It can be fluff, smut, lemmo...ANYTHING

This guy deserve something 😫

~Love ur blog ♡♡

Pretty Boy Losers- Nolan Hansen

ALAS, I have done it, and was it easy? no because I was hoping I could just watch a couple of TikToks and get a feel for how I should write Nolan. Apparently, though, no one is giving Nolan love and the most I could gather is the guy is a giggler.

“No, sit still,” you laughed as you gently tried to put the blue eyeliner on Nolan’s eyes, one hand gently holding his chin as his head laid in your lap.

“I can't,” he responded with a laugh. “It's cold.”

“Well, too bad you shouldn't have lost.”

“Yeah, maybe if you weren’t so trash, you wouldn’t be doing this,” Karl added as he filmed, knowing good and well he only barely beat Nolan.

You just grinned as they bantered briefly focusing on the way Nolan smile quirked up, until he looked back at you to which you quickly went back to finishing the clown makeup for him.

And, the poor guy couldn’t entertain the children at that birthday party to save his life, and since he was the loser the boys just had to make it worse by making sure that the kids jumped him for being bad at being a clown.

“Some of those kids hit hard,” Nolan whispered as you were removing the make up for him so he wouldn’t rub his skin raw.

“Oh no, did the big bad kids hurt you,” you teased and he let out a light laugh.

“Yeah, they did. Look,” he said rolling up his sleeve to show you a bruise that was forming.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you continued to tease looking back at his face, gently scrubbing the red from around his lips. “You need it kissed better.”

“Yeah,” he said, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes glanced to your lips for a brief second and you could feel your stomach knot. This had to be about the hundredth time you two had been in a situation like this and you felt like it was fairly obvious he liked you back by the amount of post you’d seen talking about it and calling you out, but nothing.

He rolled up his sleeve turning his arm toward you and you rolled your eyes, gently grabbing his arm. You leaned in and placed a light kiss to it, and you looked back up to ask him if it was all better but there was this soft look in his eye and it clicked.

He was never going to make the first move. It was gonna have to be you.

“I think you bruised your lips a little too,” you said and his eyebrows furrowed, as your hand gently moved from his arm to his neck, pulling him closer, and the second it clicked he took over.

His hand found its way to your cheek and he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips were soft and gentle and He pinched your cheek lightly causing you to smile some and break away.

“Don’t look better yet to me,” you responded and he let out a light laugh pressing his forehead into your shoulder, he was still cute even in half done clown make up.

“I don’t think there better yet either,” he responded, opting for multiple light pecks across your entire face this time and you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment. That was until you could her some all too familiar wolf whistles and cheers from a particular set of guys who came to check on you.

“See, jokes on you guys,” Nolan yelled. “She is into losers.”

You let out a laugh eyes trained on Nolan as he argued with the guys before he looked back to you, “You are into losers right?”

“When there as pretty as you, yeah.”

“And, she thinks I’m pretty, so take that,” he added and you shook your head some standing up.

“Come get when you’re ready to take the rest of that off.”

You pushed past the boys and when you finally made it past them and out of ear shot you couldn’t help but let out a slight squeal as you freaked out. And, to think you were stuck waiting all that time for nothing.

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Sequel to Wolf!Baek) 2.3k, werewolf, abo dynamics, pregnancy, giving birth, domestic life, fluff (@starillusion13)

“You still need to bite me.”

After the whole ordeal of presenting, and Baekhyun’s part in it, you had been staying at his place for the time being. You kept to yourself in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean you could avoid him.

“I won’t pressure you or anything, just saying.”

It wasn’t easy staying with him either. At times things got hazy, since you were constantly surrounded by his scent. Not to mention it so easily became a habit to call him alpha. You’d always scold yourself afterwards. It felt like parts of you were being eroded little by little. You shouldn’t have stayed with him, but you also didn’t have the heart to go home.

“Y/n.”

“Hm…”

Baekhyun was still such a gentleman to you. He made you breakfast in bed, dragged you around the house for exercise, and snuggled up with you for naps. You felt so childish with him around, and he knew he was pushing all that on you. It was hard to say no.

“You have to go home at some point.” Baekhyun said. “Your family is probably worried. You need to tell them.”

“No.” You whined. “I can’t… they’re gonna be ashamed of me…”

“You just came of age, they know you’re meant to present soon, do you have any idea how worried they must be?”

“I messaged them telling them I was fine…”

“They’re still gonna want to see you. They might even show up here.”

“You can’t let them come here!”

“I won’t, but you can’t avoid them forever.”

You tried, you really tried, but you knew Baekhyun had a point. It was only a matter of time before your family came to confront you themselves. They were probably imagining the worst case scenario already. Although you had other things to worry about. A week later Baekhyun was dragging you out of the house. Not to see your family but to see the doctor.

“I’m not some kid!”

“You have to see a doctor after you’ve presented. Especially cause you’re an omega.”

“Don’t say that!”

“It’s true.”

“I don’t wanna go! I’m perfectly fine!”

“Y/n-”

“I said no!”

“Y/n!”

You whimpered and collapsed to the floor when Baekhyun yelled. You were shaking a bit, eyes glued to the floor. When he wanted to, his voice could affect you, and you hated it. You felt Baekhyun softly pet your head and kneel down.

“No one ever likes going to the doctor, and I’m sure you don’t like the idea at all anymore, but it’s important.”

“I don’t wanna go.”

“You have to. Come on now, I don’t like forcing you this way.”

Baekhyun helped you up to your feet and you quietly followed him out to the car. He opened the door for you and put your seatbelt on, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You pulled up the hood of your jacket, not wanting to be seen at all. For the sake of privacy there was a separate waiting area at the clinic for omegas, and it made you both nervous and calm. Baekhyun held your hand and was trying to calm your nerves. It was just a check up, nothing serious. Yet when your name was called you jumped. Baekhyun found you cute, pressing a kiss to your cheek and walking along with you as you followed the nurse.

You sat and waited for the doctor, Baekhyun pushing down your hood and fixing you up. He kept a hold of your hand throughout the exams, and the doctor was very nice too. They informed you that you were well, and nothing was out of the ordinary. You were a healthy omega, and Baekhyun couldn’t help but ask whether you were pregnant or not. It was too early to tell, but he’d keep his hopes up. Although that also brought up the bite. You hadn’t properly closed the bond, which was something you needed to do before it began to hurt. You thanked the doctor and soon enough the two of you were on your way.

“You did good, I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks… can we go home now?”

“Of course.”

You were glad the doctors’ visit was over, and just wanted to get home to cuddle under the sheets and take a nap. You made the mistake of closing your eyes to rest, and when you opened them again you found yourself outside your parents house.

“Baekhyun… what are we doing here…”

“Everything is okay, so you should see your family.”

“No, no, no, no… you-”

“Come on. I told them we’d be coming over.”

“Baekhyun!”

“Better now than later.”

You didn’t want to get out of the car, but it wasn’t hard for Baekhyun to drag you out. You fought him all the way up to the door, and only froze when he rang the doorbell. You pleaded with Baekhyun to let you run away, but he held your hand tightly. When you saw the doorknob turn you closed your eyes, not yet able to face your family. Yet you heard a cheerful exclamation, and soon found yourself in someone’s arms.

“My precious baby, it’s so good to see you.”

“Hi… mom…”

You were pulled into the house and the big reunion commenced. Everyone came over to hug you and say hello. Of course you didn’t even need to say anything, they could all smell you and they knew.

“You’ve grown so much.”

“Yeah…”

“Baekhyun, we can’t thank you enough for being there for our daughter and taking care of her.”

“I always had a feeling it would be the two of us.”

“We’re so happy to see that’s true.”

This wasn’t just a quick stop as you and Baekhyun sat down in the living room, having some tea with the family. You mostly kept to yourself, but Baekhyun was eager to talk and speak of the future. Of course he mentioned the fact that you were trying for kids, which made you hide your face. You wouldn’t say you were trying, more like the chances of you being pregnant were high considering what you did that night. Still, your family was so excited over the idea of having pups running around the house. You didn’t want to be here, but all the talks about the future and building a family were starting to warm you up.

Although it was good to see your family, you couldn’t stay for too long. You were already nervous to be there, and the mix of scents wasn’t gonna go over well. You softly tugged on Baekhyun’s sleeve when it was becoming too much and he understood. That’s when he brought up his last point, wanting you to properly move in with him so you could be together. Of course your parents were all for it, and that would be something to better prepare for down the line. You both said your goodbyes and returned to Baekhyun’s place. The fresh air did you good, but you were still shaken up by the whole ordeal.

“See, we killed two birds with one stone today. You went to the doctors and saw your family. Now you have nothing to worry about.”

“You…”

“Hm?”

“I still… have to bite you…”

“I know, but you look tired. How about we get you to bed so you can rest.”

You shook your head. “I can do it now…”

“Are you sure?”

“We can kill three birds today…”

Baekhyun chuckled. “Okay then, come here.”

You were pulled into Baekhyun’s embrace, letting his scent wash over you. It was calming and soothing, helping to wash away the stress from earlier.

“You should bite me where I bit you.”

“Okay…”

Baekhyun led you over to the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed. He slipped off his shirt and you stared at him for a while before he got your attention by petting your head. You smiled shyly, leaning over to hug Baekhyun. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, taking in a deep breath. You were always going to do this with someone, but you really didn’t think it would be Baekhyun. You did a countdown in your head and drew your fangs, biting into Baekhyun’s shoulder. You felt his grip get tighter for a moment before he relaxed.

You slowly pulled back, Baekhyun greeting you with a big smile on his face. He wiped away the bits of blood on your lips. You were starting to feel different, a bit dizzy and hot, your own bite mark throbbing. Baekhyun noticed your change in demeanor, laying down with you in his arms. It would take a while for the bond to properly settle, but he’d be taking care of you going forward. You still needed to rest after such an exciting day. So Baekhyun decided to get you cleaned up. He ran a bath and carefully stripped your clothes. One day you’d properly take a bath together, maybe with a little pup too.

🖤

As he said, you eventually properly moved into his place, starting to make it a real home. It was strange. You had been here before so many times, but now it’s where you would stay, where your life would continue. Baekhyun was sweet, being kind in a way you had never seen before. He always spoke about having kids with you, and one day he woke you up with such big news.

“Y/n!”

“Hm… what?”

“You’re pregnant!”

“Huh?”

“I can smell it! I’m gonna be a dad! And you’re gonna be a mom!”

“Are… are you sure?”

“I wasn’t wrong about you being an omega.”

Baekhyun pulled back the covers, his hand gently rubbing your belly. His smile made you giddy, you were really doing all this with him. He excitedly got up to make breakfast, knowing he now had to prepare meals for three. As you got out of bed you could hear him singing in the kitchen. His happiness made you happy as well. You had worried about your future once you found out you were an omega, but seeing Baekhyun like this assured you that everything would be okay.

“Come, sit, you and the baby have to eat well.”

You had only heard stories about how pregnancy affected someone, and now you got to experience it first hand. The morning sickness wasn’t easy though, but Baekhyun made sure to help you through it. Not to mention indulging you in all your cravings. He screamed so loud when your belly got big enough for you to be waddling around the house. He loved holding your hand and walking with you, felt like walking with a penguin, and he just loved peppering your face with kisses, your belly too.

“Ah, I can hear the heartbeat.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s steady, we’re gonna have a healthy baby.”

“I’m gonna feel so much lighter when they get out of my belly.”

“We should go visit your family soon. We need to plan the baby shower too.”

“Oh my gosh, are we getting to that time already?”

“Yup. We have to celebrate you both!”

Everyone was happy for you, and so excited for the baby. All that joy rubbed off on you, and every step of the way you had support. Others made plans for the baby shower, and you arrived to a wonderful surprise. You hadn’t asked about the gender, wanting it to be a surprise, and so everyone at the shower cast their own votes, also helping to pick out names. You had so much fun, and were really looking forward to the big day. Baekhyun doted on you every day, the smallest of things making him jump and asking you if you needed to go to the hospital. But of course the big day was bound to arrive. You were half asleep then, having just woken up from an afternoon nap.

“Baekhyun…”

You could hear him drop whatever he was doing and rush over to you, nearly trying over his own feet. He was out of breath but with a smile on his face.

“Yes, what is it?”

“I think my water broke…”

“Your water? What does… wait you mean?! Like right now?!”

“Yes…”

“Oh my gosh that’s great news! The baby is coming!” Baekhyun cheered. “Oh wait, the baby is coming, we have to go!”

“Yeah, that would be good.”

Baekhyun had prepared for this day, having a bag in the car ready to go. He took your hand and carefully walked with you over to the car. You kept a hold of his hand the whole way, trying to keep calm and control your breathing. Upon arrival Baekhyun stayed by your side for as long as he could. The pain was something unimaginable, but there was a joy to it as well. Baekhyun was practically sharing in your pain as well, letting you tightly hold his hand and encouraging you. 

“Here comes the baby.”

You could say that giving birth was the hardest thing you had ever done. You weren’t sure if you wanted to do it again, but in the moment you were so happy. Your baby was cleaned up and wrapped up in a blanket, handed over to you. Tears ran down your face as you held your baby, such a big smile on your face.

“Hi… hi there…”

“They have your eyes.”

Baekhyun came to your side, looking down at his beautiful baby and beautiful wife. He couldn’t believe any of this either, but it was the best moment of his life.

“Baekhyun… is this real?”

“Of course it is. You’ve done great so far.”

“It feels like life moves so fast… but I’m grateful to have you by my side. Especially as I start this new chapter of my life.”

“We’re in this together.” Baekhyun kissed your head, and then the babies. “I love you both.”

“I love you too.”

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Now that you're writeing family fluff as well,may i request Hood-Badwolf family fluff with little Ramona and Cerise please?

love you <3

Wrote while I was half asleep so I’m sorry for any spelling errors

Anyway words can’t describe how much I love this little family and how happy they make me like definitely one of my favorites idk they are just so easy to write about

(For any new readers, Red= little red riding hood and Wolf= big bad wolf)

Hope you enjoy and have a good dayyy!!

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Little red riding hood held her small daughter’s hand as they walked along the dark forest. Despite it having a bad reputation, it was the same path that the two would make as frequently as possible.

It was really the only way that Reds daughter little Cerise could ever be with her father. She could only imagine the out shock and rage if people ever found out that little red riding hood hand not one but two daughters with the big bad wolf.

Red snapped out of her thoughts as an excited squeal from the 4 year old Cerise rang around the forest.

Red gazed to what her daughter was so eager to see. As she realized what- or who it was Reds face broke out in a smile as she looked upon her true love.

“There are my two favorite girls!” Cerise to her father, tackling him in a hug as she laughed. Red couldn’t hold back the joy she felt watching the two.

But just as she was about to start heading towards them, she was suddenly pounced upon by small claws and growls.

Red laughed as she picked her eldest daughter- Ramona off the ground before smothering her with kisses, to which the next big bad wolf pretend to gag away.

“Oh my darling! How you’ve grown.” Red admired her daughter as she set her down, noting that now she came up to her waist despite being only 5 and bit.

“Better to eat you with mother!” Ramona playfully growled as she ‘chased’ her mother towards her father. To whom Red hid behind as she pretended to be scared.

“Leave mummy alone!” Cerise stood in front her mum and dad as she crossed her arms and growled back at her sister.

“Oh yeah? Come on then!” Ramona playfully shoved Cerise as they pounced at one another. Red was about to break them up when Wolfs voice broke through.

“Let them be. Besides that will occupy them for long enough.” He picked Red up and twirled her in the air before bringing her back down.

Red was giggling the whole time as she wrapped her arms around her husband. “So what’s this going on?” She ran her nail down his now bearded face.

Wolf smirked and grazed his lips against her neck, watching her shiver from the feeling of his beard. “Thought I should grow it out. You don’t like it?”

Red shrugged while continuing to run her fingers through the coarse hair. “Never said that…”

Before Wold could respond they heard a crashing sound before Cerises cries rang in the forest.

They both quickly headed over, seeing Ramona laughing as Cerise lay stuck in some liquid that seemed to be mud with something Red didn’t want to think about.

Wolf quickly pulled his daughter out, wiping her tears as he kissed her cheek, “now darling it’s fine. Nothing a bath can’t fix.” Cerise sniveled but nodded.

When she went out of sight to get cleaned up by Red, Wolf turned to Ramona. He gave her a stern look and she immediately stopped laughing as she crossed her arms.

“What? It’s not my fault she’s sensitive. I always fall in uhh… muddy puddles.” Wolf pinched the bridge of his nose as he slightly growled.

“It doesn’t matter Ramona. You two are sisters, you have to get along.” When his daughter didn’t respond, he gave a small growl as he stood before her.

“… fine I’ll apologize.” Wolf smiled as she patted her on the shoulder just as his wife and youngest came back.

Red set Cerise down, pushing her towards her father while she sat down against a tree and watched Wolf play with the two.

She truly couldn’t be happier and she knew for certain that she would never trade what she had now for anything.

Wolf thought the same and so the happy family sat in the privacy of the forest, enjoying what they could have together for as long as possible.

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Guys if your going to send me a request please don’t do it via messages I just found three requests in my messages from MARCH soooo yeah

Anyway new Dexven fic coming out most likely Wednesday (let’s pray you guys I’m swarming here)

Hope you enjoyed and have a good dayyy!!