#i just liked too much of the prompts for him

[moonstruckme]

One of my favorite little details about your poly!marauders works is how fit and strong James is, especially with how often, and how easily, he picks up or carries around y/n. Could I request a fic with the four of them but he gives the same treatment to his boys as well for whatever reason? Both sounding so exasperated but secretly loving every second of it because they love their sweet strong boy so much and love being babied as well? 🥺

Ahhh yes I can't believe I haven't done this more! It will definitely have to become more common in the poly marauders drabbles, thanks angel <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 670 words

By the time the credits roll, you’re all drifting off. Sirius’ eyelids are drooping where his head rests on your chest; Remus is snoring softly on James’ shoulder. You and James share a fond look as you turn off the telly. 

You sit in silence for a few moments, your sitting room dark but for the orange glow of streetlights coming in through the window. Unwilling to end the peaceful night. 

“Alright,” James sighs after a moment, worming his arms underneath Remus’ legs and torso. Remus begins to rouse as he does, but he’s in the air before he catches onto what’s happening, hoisted up against James’ chest. 

He makes a sleepy, demurring sound. 

“You’re alright,” James reassures him in a soft voice. Your heart thumps, smitten. “We’re only going to bed.” 

Remus mumbles something like, “You don’t have to…” 

James shushes him. Remus is easily mollified, letting his head settle in the crook of James’ neck as he’s carried down the hall. You watch them go with a warm, goopy feeling in your chest and a tickle of amusement at your own fascination with the way James’ arm looks hooked under your boyfriend’s knees. 

You coil a piece of Sirius’ hair around your finger absently. “That was rather fit,” you murmur to him, “wasn’t it?” 

You could swear Sirius’ breathing evens out only just then. His head weighs heavier on your chest. 

You give a soft laugh. “Fraud,” you whisper. 

Sirius begins to snore. 

You sigh. “James,” you call quietly. 

No answer. 

“James.”  

Heavy but considerate footsteps sound in the hall. “Hm?” he asks as he peers around the corner. His expression softens when he sees Sirius. “Oh.” 

“I’m trapped,” you say. 

“I can see that. Never fear, I’ll rescue you.” James stoops, lifting Sirius as he had Remus. Sirius puts on a very good show of acting groggy, nuzzling James’ shirt a little as he turns into his chest. 

James smiles. You see his thumb sweep over Sirius’ shoulder. “I’ve got you, love,” he promises. 

You snort, and he gives you a funny look, but you know you see Sirius’ lips twitch before he’s taken down the hall. 

You consider feigning sleep yourself for a handful of moments. It probably wouldn’t be very convincing, but you think James would likely play along anyway. In the end, he comes back to the sitting room without prompting, giving you a puzzled look. 

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” he asks. 

You wet your lips, shy but unable to contain your smile. “I am,” you admit. “I just don’t know if I have the energy to walk there all by myself.” 

James, for the indignant air he tries to put on, is unable to hide his smile either. “You want a lift too, do you?” 

“Please?” you ask sweetly. “Everyone else got one.” 

Your boyfriend—your sweetheart—doesn’t even feign reluctance. He kisses the top of your head as he bends to get his arms under you, and you twine yours around his neck happily. His chest is warm and reassuringly solid. If you weren’t already home, you would be now. 

“Are we tiring you out?” you ask, somewhat contritely, as he lifts you from the sofa. 

James makes a quiet pffting sound. “You lot? Angel, I bench two hundred.” 

“You know I don’t know what that means.” 

“It means that I could lift the three of you together, and it wouldn’t be as much as I lifted at the gym yesterday.” 

“Doesn’t that mean you’re already sore, though?” 

“Not so sore,” James kisses your hair, sounding amused, “that I can’t help my loves to bed. Alright? Don’t worry about me, lovie.” 

He places you in an empty spot at the end of the bed, rounding it to lie in his spot by the nightstand where he leaves his glasses each night. As you roll over, getting comfortable with your head on the pillow, you hear a murmur so quiet it might only be air. 

“You were right,” says Sirius. “That was very fit.”

[piroulinewafers]

saw your requests are open and had to indulgeee

could u write caleb smut with an extremely submissive reader. she gets very subby very easily so he has to take care of her to make sure she’s not putting herself at risk (would do anything to please him, literally anything).

soft dom caleb :3

hope this isn’t a problemmmm <3

𝐚/𝐧: i fuck with this heavy anon... i think caleb would definitely be the sort to completely drop everything the moment his lover started to show any signs of reckless selflessness, especially in their pursuit of pleasuring him. i initially wrote something else for this, but i think it veered away from the original prompt and focused more on an overstimulated reader, post-coitous. maybe i'll probably post it at a later date hm..

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! very subby reader 𝐜𝐰: smut + idk sexual inexperience ? 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

“open your mouth for me, baby,” 

caleb’s large, rough hand cupped her delicate chin, tilting her face up towards him. his intense violet eyes practically bored into her, dark with lust and a hint of worry that had taken a backseat to his most primal desires. with his other hand, he gripped the thick base of his impressive erection, the swollen head already glistening with pre.

obediently, she parted her lips without hesitation, her pink tongue darting out to moisten them nervously. caleb took advantage of her obedience, rubbing the leaking tip against the soft, flush flesh of her bottom lip.

her breath hitched as she felt the hot, hard length of him pressing against her mouth. the musky scent of his arousal filled her nose, making her head dizzy with a heady mix of nerves and desire. she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the intensity of his focus as he watched her every reaction like a hawk.

her heart pounded in her chest, breaths coming in short, eager gasps as she looked up at him, small hands wrapping around his heavy shaft and making a sloppy attempt to jerk him off.

it was clear that she was inexperienced, new to this whole world of power and submission, but she was eager to lear, eager to please. caleb did so much for her, was always giving everything and then some just to make her happy. this… this was the least she could do for him, right? to make him feel just as good as he made her feel.

admittedly, she was nervous, sitting between his legs with his cock pressed against soft lips. she ran her tongue over her teeth, worrying idly at the idea of them getting in the way or her being unsure how to use her tongue.

she wanted so badly to please him, to make him feel as good as he always made her feel. the thought of his pleasure, his satisfaction, consumed her mind. even if she wasn’t the most skilled, even if her mouth was too small to take him properly, even if it hurt… she was determined to try her best.

her throat constricted as she parted her lips, trying to relax and accept the hard, pulsing flesh pressing insistently against her mouth. her little tongue flicked out, lapping tentatively at the salty drops of precum that leaked from the tip of caleb’s cock.

the taste of him, the scent of his arousal, drove her mad. she wanted to taste more of him, to feel him throbbing on her tongue, to hear his breathy moans and low praises directed at her.

but as caleb pushed forward, sliding his thick length past her lips, she felt a surge of panic. her jaw ached as she stretched her mouth wide to accommodate his girth, and her tongue began to throb uselessly from the pressure. 

every ridge, every vein of his massive cock, she could feel it. tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she fought against her gag reflex, as it clenched and spasmed helplessly around the intrusion stretching her throat.

her small hand pumped what little of his shaft wasn't in her mouth, the skin of his cock sliding slickly between her fingers. he was so big, so much bigger than anything she'd ever taken before, and even the pornos she had watched in an attempt to try to ‘practice’ didn’t seem to help her in the moment. 

her small hands gripped caleb’s muscular thighs, nails digging into the firm flesh as she tried to ground herself. the sounds she was making were anything but sexy— wet, gagging noises that echoed obscenely in the room as she struggled to breathe through her nose. 

drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her chest and nightshirt. she could feel it pooling in her throat, making it even harder to breathe as caleb’s cock pressed deeper, demanding more from her.

despite the discomfort, despite the way her throat burned and ached and her face was clearly flushing concerningly, she didn’t pull away. she focused on the sounds of caleb’s pressure, on the low groans and grunts that rumbled in his chest as she worked her mouth over his cock. the knowledge that she was the one causing that pleasure, that she was the reason for the blissful expression on his handsome face, spurred her own.

caleb groaned, his hips flexing as he fought the urge to thrust into the hot, tight clutch of her throat. he could feel her struggling, could hear the nasty gagging noises she made as she tried valiantly to please him. the sight of her, so small and dainty, with his huge cock stretching her lips obscenely wide, was incredibly erotic but just as much concerning with her face flushed a deep, almost mottled red.

he gripped her hair tighter, not to force her deeper, but to steady her as he felt her struggling. 

“fuck, baby, i think that’s enough,” he said, his voice strained, a mixture of pleasure and concern. “you’re pushin’ yourself too hard…”

despite his words, she redoubled her efforts, tears of determination in her eyes. she was terrified that he was pulling away because she wasn’t pleasuring him well enough, that her inexperience and clumsy technique was falling short. the thought made her heart clench with fear and disappointment in herself. 

caleb, sensing her distress, tightened his grip on her hair and exerted gentle but firm pressure to pull her off of his cock. she resisted for a moment, before the force of his tugging overpowered her, and she was forced to release him with a gasp and a sputter, falling into a cough fit almost immediately after.

wide, anxious eyes peered up at him as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “c-caleb, did i do something wrong? i-i’m sorry, i was just tryin’ to make you feel good…” 

her body trembled, small hands coming up to grip the fabric of her nightshirt nervously. she felt small and insignificant compared to caleb’s imposing presence, terrified that she had failed to please him when he had practically spent his whole life taking care of her.

“shh, no, of course you didn’t do anythin’ wrong, baby,” caleb murmured soothingly, his large hand cupping her delicate jaw. he brushed his thumb gently over her tear-stained cheek, wiping away at the evidence of her distress. “you could never disappoint me, who told you that? probably that pretty little head of yours, hm?” he gently ruffled her hair, trying to tighten the mood.

“you’re just… not ready to be takin’ me that deep. i don’t want you hurtin’ yourself just to please me.” 

she swallowed thickly, eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she gazed up at him. “b-but i wanted to make you feel good, like you always make me feel good,” she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. 

“listen to me,” he insisted firmly, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to meet his eyes. “i could never be disappointed in you, not for trying your best. and who’s to say i didn’t feel good? but even then, i don’t want to feel good it it’s at the cost of your well-being.” 

caleb’s hands slid down to rest on her shoulders, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “i care about you too much to let you push yourself too hard,” he explained softly. “you come first, you will always come first to me. i want you to enjoy this as much as i do, not dread it because you’re scared of messin’ up.” 

her breath hitched as she listened to caleb’s soothing words, her heart swelling. she nuzzled into his gentle touch, craving his comforting warmth as her eye’s fluttered shut. 

she knew he was right, that he could never be disappointed in her for trying. but it still made it hard for her to accept that she was enough as she was without needing to prove herself constantly. 

“i mean it,” he insisted once more, his voice low and sincere. “you’ve already made me happier than you know. the fact that you’re willing to try new things, even when you’re nervous… that means everything to me.” 

he brushed a stray lock of her behind her ear, fingers lingering on her cheek. “i think we should call it a night for now, though,” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his mouth as he tried to ease the mood. it was the truth. admittedly, he couldn't really get aroused knowing she was hurting herself for him.

“as much as i enjoyed that, i don’t want you pushin’ yourself too hard, little miss. but next time.. i'll pull out all the stops for you. ”

she blushed at his words, a giggle bubbling up in her throat. she knew he was speaking lightly, but the thought of having another chance to please him sent a thrill through her. 

“okay,” she agreed quietly, eyes sparkling with a mix of lingering desire and exhaustion. “i trust you, caleb. but… but i can’t wait for another chance to make you feel good.” she hesitated for a moment.

“will you, um, teach me? what makes you feel good, i mean?”

caleb grinned, heart swelling with affection for his sweet girl. he knew he was lucky to have her, and he silently vowed to take care of her, to never let her push herself too hard. 

because in his eyes, she was perfect just the way she was— clumsy, anxious and loving every second of pleasing him. and that was more than enough. 

[helaintoloki]

Lowkey feel like if reader got bucky a fake flower (without bucky knowing it was fake) he would water it and reader would laugh their ass off whilst finding out about that

a/n: I love silly prompts like this so thank you for sending it in! hope you enjoy :)

warnings/notes: none!

summary: a sweet gesture leads to a moment of embarrassment for your husband

Bucky sinks into his chair with a long sigh- it’s been an exhausting day, and it’s only noon. He’d severely underestimated how grueling a congressman’s job could be, and he was starting to wonder if he’d made the wrong career choice.

Tiredly running a hand down his face, the former soldier leans back in his seat and lets his gaze fall upon the photo frame resting on the corner of his desk. The sight of your smile immediately alleviates some of the tension from his body, and Bucky is grateful for the fact that your portrait can provide him some solace in your absence. His busy schedule doesn’t m allow for the two of you to spend as much time together as you once did, and he misses you when he’s away at work.

The only thing keeping him together at this point in time is the fact that you’ll be joining him for lunch during a rare break in his schedule. Bucky had moved heaven and earth to clear just enough time in his day for you, and now that the hour of your arrival was inching closer and closer he found himself antsy to have you in his arms once more.

You both agreed on the fact that you wanted your time spent together to be a private affair away from prying reporters and journalists, so you offered to pick up the food on your way there. In the meantime, Bucky busied himself with tidying up the mess of documents on his desk and fixing the disorganized state of his office.

A knock on the door prompts him to halt his ministrations, his heart leaping in his chest with excitement as he watches the door open with baited breath. However, it isn’t you that stands on the other side, and he finds himself deflating with disappointment.

“Don’t be so excited to see me,” Sam quips sarcastically while shutting the door behind him. Despite his initial annoyance, Bucky manages to let out a chuckle at his friend’s comment.

“I thought it was y/n,” he admits with a shake of his head before making his way across the room to greet Sam with a hug. “We’re supposed to have lunch. What are you doing here?”

“I was in the area and figured I’d stop by. How are you holding up?”

“As best as I can given the circumstances,” Bucky admits with a meager huff. “This whole thing is more overwhelming than I ever could have imagined. If not for my endlessly loving and supportive wife I think I’d go insane.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Sam assures him with a hearty clap to his shoulder. “After all, you’ve gotten this far.”

Bucky flashes his friend a faint smile before resuming his earlier work of tidying up the office. Sam simply watches on in silence at first, though his interest is piqued when the congressman picks up a small watering can and begins to tend to the pot of sunflowers resting by the window.

“Didn’t take you for a gardener,” he points out with a raised brow. Bucky falters momentarily in response, features becoming sheepish as he clears his throat and sets the can down.

“I’m not, but they were a gift from y/n. She said they’d brighten up the place. Least I can do is water them.”

“She’s got you all soft,” Sam says with a smirk while walking over to the window to admire the plant. “You’re not as moody now that you’re a husband.”

“What can I say? I love my wife,” Bucky expresses fondly at the mention of you. It was true what Sam said; you’d changed him for the better, and he’d forever be grateful for the fact you’d said yes to him when he’d gotten down on one knee all those years ago.

Too busy reminiscing on your relationship, Bucky fails to notice the way Sam curiously inspects the petals of the plant. The Captain’s brows furrow with his doubtful expression as he scrutinizes the texture of the flower, and just as he makes a realization that will most definitely embarrass his friend the door swings open once more.

“Oh, hi, Sam!” You greet cheerfully despite the multiple bags of takeout you juggle in your hands. Shutting the door behind you with your foot, you set the food down before happily throwing your arms around him for a hug. “I didn’t know you’d be here. I guess it’s a good thing I over ordered. You hungry?”

“I’m just stopping by,” he informs you with a knowing grin before releasing you so that you can greet your husband.

Bucky practically melts at the feel of you against him when you let him pull you in close by the waist and press his lips against your own in a loving kiss. He keeps it short due to the fact that you have company, but his hands never leave your hips as he drinks in the sight of you and your natural beauty.

“You sure you can’t stay?” You prompt with a small frown, and though Sam hates to disappoint you he knows how Bucky cherishes his time alone with you.

“Another time,” he promises as he begins to make his exit. However, he hesitates slightly before pausing in the doorway with a mischievous smirk. “Before I forget, I wanted to compliment your taste in decor. Those flowers really do brighten up the place.”

“I knew they would,” you express with a proud smile while casting your gaze towards the pot.

“They seem to hold up really well,” Sam goads, discreetly chancing a glance over at Bucky. The super soldier in question raises a brow in time with the purse of his lips.

“Of course they do. I make sure they get enough sunlight and water every day,” he says plainly, almost offended at the thought of his ability to maintain the flowers coming as a surprise.

“Wait, what?” You retort in confusion, eyebrows creasing together with uncertainty as you turn to look at your husband. “You water them?”

“Every day,” Bucky restates with a proud smile that immediately vanishes at the sound of your laughter alongside Sam’s. The man is doubled over in the doorway, one hand clutching his stomach while the other holds onto the frame, and you aren’t fairing much better by the way you grip onto Bucky’s bicep to keep yourself from keeling over.

“What? What’s so funny?” Bucky retorts defensively only to be met with more laughter.

“Oh, James,” you coo breathlessly after finally composing yourself, gently wiping away the tears that had formed before pressing a loving kiss to his cheek. “Honey, those flowers are fake. You don’t need to water them.”

“Man, you’ve really outdone yourself this time,” Sam pokes fun despite the glare he receives in return. “Thanks for the laugh, big guy.”

Bucky deflates with embarrassment once Sam makes his exit, but he’s able to get over it pretty quickly when you pull him down by the tie for another kiss.

“I think it’s sweet,” you assure him while gently resting a hand on his cheek. “I’m glad to know you cared that much about them.”

“How could I not care when they came from my best girl?” He notes fondly while brushing back the hair from your face. You let out an appreciative hum and grant him one more kiss before finally pulling away to get settled for lunch.

After the fake flower fiasco, you go out of your way to get Bucky a real pot of flowers for him to water and enjoy, though Sam makes sure he’s never able to live the mistake down for the rest of his time in office.

[un-fwuit-un-fwog]

Basic prompt but the pc saving Kalim life some how or helping him just because it's the right thing to do. Kalim struggles to process the pc saved him but also turns down a reward. They tell him they did it because their friends. Que a heart to heart where it sinks in to Kalim the pc is that genuine.

HELLO?! THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING AND FUN REQUEST?!?!?!

Note: . . .what does pc mean? I got a request with it and thought it was a typo at first but then I got more, and I have a feeling y'all aren't talking about a computer. Y'all really got me feeling old (/it's funny to me tho to feel like a 19yo grandma)

(Note Note: I came back to this after a few weeks (I'm busy, okay?!). . .does pc mean playable character?)

Summary: You save Kalim from getting nailed by a spelldrive disk and have to explain to him that acts of kindness from friends don't need monetary compensation. (Kalim x Reader)

It wasn't anything big, or it wasn't to you at least. A spelldrive disc had been hurtling at Kalim's head and you simply pushed him out of the way (you knew how bad those things hurt (once you woke up from them knocking your lights out that is)). It was a simple gesture: just a nice thing to do.

But, to Kalim? You were a saint that needed to be rewarded immediately. He insists that you take a cash reward as compensation for saving his life, but you refuse (and sevens know you could use the money).

Kalim initially thinks you're joking or being polite when you refuse, but he soon realizes that isn't the case. "What?" he gapes, his eyes the size of saucers.

"No, thank you. I was just being nice. I don't need a reward for that." as you repeat your words, you notice Kalim shaking his head.

"Still! A lot of things people get rewards for are from being nice! Like finding and returning a lost cat!"

Your brow quirks and an amused smile creeps onto your face, "Yeah, but in that situation the two parties aren't usually friends." It was clear from the look on Kalim's face that something about what you were saying wasn't clicking.

The smile slowly fades from your face as you speak, "You know that you don't have to pay friends for just being nice right? For just helping you out?"

He's quiet for a moment, his face scrunched up in contemplation, "Cater and Lilia have said stuff like that after they help me with something, but it's usually just something like explaining homework."

It's then that it clicks for you that Kalim has probably never actually had a friend other than Jamil help him out with something significant before, and Jamil is on his family's payroll. Kalim grew up sheltered in an environment where everyone who was kind to him was paid by his father to do so.

Your hands reach to gently cup his. This time, you speak in a softer, more definite tone: like you're explaining a homework problem, "Friends help each other out because they're friends and because they care for each other. They don't do it because you pay them to."

A mix between distress and disbelief cross Kalim's face.

"Jamil doesn't count" you add: assuming that's what he was upset over. "You can be friends with someone who works for you."

He remains silent for a moment, his face keeping that same, odd expression. "Oh." is all he says when he finally does speak. Despite what many believe, Kalim isn't stupid. He's naive in certain situations, but that's only because he's much too experienced in the harsher realities of life. This is to say, he's competent enough to realize that your words are not too subtly insinuating that most of the people who have done acts like the one you just did for him weren't being genuine. They weren't his friends.

Unable to think so something to say that would ease his pain, you do all you know to and offer him a hug. You open your arms with a soft, inquisitive look, and Kalim collapses into you like a runner exhausted after a marathon.

No tears leave his eyes, nor sobs his mouth, but you can tell by the way his body lays limp against yours that he's not okay. There's nothing you can say to him. His worldview just got shattered. That takes time no amount of words can compensate for to heal.

So you hold him. You keep the pieces of him that chip off and crack away held firmly together in your embrace.

And you keep holding him. You will continue to hold him until he's ready to pick his pieces back up on his own again.

When he is, he'll have you, one of his first real friends there by his side.

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[captain-huggy-bear]

Congrats on 1k! It is so well deserved, I absolutely adore your writing <3

I’d love to request "What I'm trying to say is... I like you." + Quinn Hughes

Thank you <3

Ahh, thank you, lovely! I hope enjoy this one too <3 xx 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

Quinn has walked you to your front door after spending the day with you. A rare occurrence for Quinn mid-season, to have time to go out and about around Vancouver with you. You'd missed your friend as the season had gotten more and more intense. You understood of course, but it was nice to spend an entire day with him, not just passing minutes or an hour here or there.

"This was nice..." Quinn has his hands pressed into his pockets, beanie pulled over his curls that had started to grow out a little long. He's lingering, he knows he is, but he can't help it as he tries to say what he's thinking...without saying it.

"Yeah, it was nice." The smile you give him is oblivious, happy to have seen your friend as you unlock your front door and stand in the doorway.

"We should...we should do this again sometime?" God, he sucks at this, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck like he's a school kid asking you to the school dance. Except it's not as obvious is it? Who says 'we should do this again sometime?'? Who says that?

"Yeah, I'd like that. You know I like spending time with you, Quinn...you're just really busy, y'know?" You sigh a little and he knows he's kind of dropped off the radar. Sure, he phones and he texts and he tries to make time for coffee, but it's not the same when he has to run out of every meet up within 40 minutes and every phone call is cut short.

But he also knows he makes more of an effort for you than most people. He tries to still see you, talk to you because he can't imagine not. "Yeah, but for you I can make time." The smile he sends your way is sweet, it sets your stomach fluttering but you remind yourself this is Quinn. He's not interested in you, never has been...you're just friends. As much as you wish you were more.

"Awww, that's sweet, but you don't have to."

"You're not...you're not getting it, huh?" Quinn rubs his brow, sighing because fuck, is he being vague or are you just oblivious? He thinks he's been pretty obvious over the years about how he feels, you're the only constant woman in his life that isn't a colleague or family.

"Getting what?"

"What I'm trying to say is... I like you." There, he's said it, he thinks. It's off his chest. He likes you and if you don't like him back that's fine...he can handle that, but he's done it.

"I like you too." Except the way you smile at him is still oblivious, sweet and it's obvious that you don't get what he's putting down, not picking it up in the slightest.

Quinn lets out the loudest sigh yet, head dropping back as he wills himself to just rip the band aid off, to just be clear with you and stop this painful miscommunication that's actually going to kill him.

"No, fuck. Sweetheart...I'm in love with you."

The way you freeze does not fill him with joy, if anything he feels sick to the stomach. Your smile drops, not into a frown, just drops. The shock evident on your face as you blink at him like that'll help you process what he's just said to you.

"...What?" You take a step forward and that alone gives him some hope, some confidence to keep going.

"I'm in love with you and when I say we should spend time together, I mean I want to take you on a date. When I say I can make time for you, I mean I want to make time for you because I want you to be mine. You understand what I'm trying to say?" By the end he's red in the face, breathless because he barely took a breath the entire spiel...and you're looking at him in a new light, a little smile starting, glowing almost.

"Oh...yeah. I get what you're saying." Your smile becomes a grin and it's enough, it's enough to keep that little flame of hope alive, enough for him to put all his cards on the table and hope for the best.

"So, can I take you on a date?"

Quinn licks his bottom lip, an old nervous habit, as he waits. It's seconds but it feels like minutes until you respond.

"Yeah, you can take me on a date."

Neither of you know how to act. Just stood there grinning at each other like idiots, like two friends who like each other a whole lot more, who just admitted it but have no idea how you're supposed to behave in that scenario.

"Cool...cool, see you later?" His wave is awkward, ridiculous because usually he'd hug you goodbye, but you wave back just as awkward and that somehow makes him feel a little better. That he's not the only one unsure how to navigate this.

"See you later."

He waits until you're in your house, door closed, before he walks off. You immediately rush to your window to watch him as he leaves. You catch the way he fist pumps the air, how he jumps with a new sort of skip in his step that has you giggling, even more so when he turns to look back at your house and catches your eye, flushing bright red at being caught.

Yeah...neither of you know how to act and maybe it's weird right now, but you think maybe it'll be alright in the long run. Afterall, Quinn Hughes loves you.

[taintedtort]

omg jealousy prompt would be amazing with kita and any other haikyuu boys of your liking 😭 also love your work sm!

" JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS BOY! "

summary. how they act when they’re jealous

characters. kita, bokuto, iwaizumi, oikawa

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. hii tysm!! idk much about Kita, so sorry if he’s ooc!

☆ — KITA

he trusts you enough to barely feel any jealousy at all, but he’d much rather have you talking to him instead. he watches for a while, hoping you’ll wrap it up and come back to him, but if you take too long he‘ll walk over and steal you away. guides you with a hand along your back, or very gently by the elbow.

"can i see you for a second? i need your help." (liar liar pants on fire + never lets you go back)

☆ — BOKUTO

he‘s very obvious with how jealous he is, based solely on the pout on his face. he sort of inches closer and closer to you until he‘s got an arm wrapped around you, his face getting close to yours, as if trying to direct your attention to him instead of the other person in front of you.

"hey… hey… hey."

☆ — IWAIZUMI

he’s more composed, but you can tell he’s ticked off. why is this nobody talking to you and stealing your attention? he can’t really blame them though, since you are a catch. he just sort of inserts himself in the conversation and makes not-so-subtle physical contact with you, like a hand on your hip, around your shoulders, or holding your hand.

"and who are you…?"

☆ — OIKAWA

he can understand the jealousy since he himself gets a lot of attention, so he isn’t really upset with you. he sort of has a realization that oh, this is how you feel. he gets a little guilty after that, since the feeling is not pleasant in the slightest. he makes himself known by standing close to you, and he gets a prideful feeling when you link your arm with his, proudly introducing him as your boyfriend to whoever you’re talking to.

"hi… yes, i’m the boyfriend."

[spiicii]

jey uso / rut 

x fem!reader word count → 8.5k summary → jey goes into an unexpected rut in the middle of a match. now driven by animalistic desire and instinct, he’ll rip the entire backstage apart to find the one person he yearns for: you.  notes → this is the ask that started it all but i've gotten a few other requests for this prompt too! thank you @darkandlight00 for showing interest and for @minteagalaxea and @acute-crashout-jeyuso for keeping me motivated. pls enjoy a gratuitous gunther beatdown as well as some wonderfully feral jey for your viewing pleasure. links → masterlist / taglist  tags → alternative universe, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, possessive behavior, biting, bruises, daddy kink (if you squint), canon-typical violence, unprotected piv sex, knotting, ruts and heats, mentions of blood, scent marking, breeding kink

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, reaching up to trace the bites and bruises Jey had left on your neck. He’d been uncommonly rough tonight, his mouth blazing a warpath across your delicate skin. While it wasn’t unusual for him to be possessive, the marks had been a little too deep, a little too bruising. The last time he’d marked you like this he’d been in his rut. 

“M’sorry.” 

Jey moved up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. His eyes flickered down to the rapidly darkening bruises at the base of your throat. You could tell he was remorseful, offering an apologetic kiss to your cheek when he met your gaze in the mirror. 

"Guess I went a little overboard, huh?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning your head back to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Just a little.” 

Jey pulled you closer, nosing at the sweet spot behind your ear to scent mark you. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t push him away. He’d been uncommonly clingy today, rubbing his scent on you every chance he got. As if you could ever smell like anyone else. 

“I hate this.” He muttered, his brow furrowed as he stared down at you. 

“Hate what?” 

“Those stupid heat suppressants. They starting to take your scent away.” 

You met his frustrated gaze in the mirror, offering him a reassuring smile. “I know, sweetheart, but that’s the point. It’ll be better this way.” 

Jey pouted, but he didn’t argue. You both knew how important it was for you to be on the pills now that you’d started this new job. Being backstage at WWE meant that you were surrounded by alphas. As an unmated omega, your scent would be nothing but a distraction. And the last thing you needed was going into heat at a job with so many unmated alphas roaming around.

“It don’t feel right.” Jey muttered, still trying to take in as much of your scent as he could. You’d only be on the pills for a few days, but they were already beginning to do their job. In a few weeks you’d barely have a scent at all.  

“Those are your instincts talking, baby.” You told him, reaching up to run your fingers through his soft hair. “You already get mad when another alpha even looks in my direction. You think you’ll be any different at work?” 

“You could just not work at all.” Jey met your eyes in the mirror again, his arms tight around your waist. “Stay home. Let me take care of you.” 

He scraped his teeth across the scent glands on your neck, the implication clear. 

You knew he wanted to make things official and mate you, but you didn’t feel ready. You’d grown up with parents who had mated too quickly and things hadn’t ended well for them. You’d seen what happens when a mated pair grows to loathe each other. No matter how unhappy they were, they couldn’t leave. Couldn’t move on. They were still a slave to their instincts, their biology tying them together until one of them died. 

You couldn’t go through that. You wouldn’t go through that, especially with Jey. You didn’t want to mate until you were completely certain it was what both of you wanted. If you were going to be tied together for life, you had to be sure. 

Still, you couldn’t deny the small thrill that ran through you as Jey nosed at the mating mark on your neck, your body instinctively leaning into his touch. There was a small part of you that wanted to let him bite there, officially claiming you as his, but you forced yourself to move away. 

“I don’t want to stay home.” You murmured, reaching up to play with his beard. “I want to work. This is important to me, Jey. I’m not ready to give up my career just yet.” 

Jey seemed disappointed, but he didn’t argue with you. Instead, he moved his hand to rest over your stomach, right above where you womb sat. His dark eyes met yours. He seemed almost hopeful, a silent promise for a future you both wanted but weren’t yet ready for. 

You resisted the instinctual urge to purr, knowing it would only encourage him. 

“I’m going back to bed.” You told him instead, standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his bearded cheek. “You coming?” 

Jey could only nod, watching as you made your way back to the bedroom. 

You and Jey had been dating for almost two years now, but it had taken some time for you to work up the courage to move in with him. You’d never had a partner to nest with before. Nesting was intimate. Just one step closer to mating. 

Despite your fears, you couldn’t deny how natural it felt with Jey. He’d allowed you to follow your instincts and create a nest in your shared bedroom, ensuring that your scents were mixed together amongst the mountain of blankets and pillows you’d piled onto the bed. You’d put a canopy up to make it feel more like a den, the omega inside you yearning for a small space to feel safe in. 

It was your favorite place in the world. 

You quickly climbed up onto the bed, motioning for Jey to join you. To your surprise, Jey just stood there and stared at you instead, his dark eyes inscrutable. 

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “What’s wrong?” 

Jey shifted uneasily. “I don’t know,” he murmured, rubbing his hands together nervously. “I think I need to check the house.” 

You raised an eyebrow. He got like this sometimes, whenever he was feeling particularly protective, usually before his ruts. He would do a “check” of the house, ensuring that every window was locked, every door was closed, every curtain was drawn. It made him feel better, knowing that he was making your nest safer, that instinct to protect you driving him to pace the house restlessly until he was convinced his territory was safe. 

But he shouldn’t be feeling like that now. His rut wasn’t due until the winter. You wondered if your heat suppressants were throwing him off, making him restless and confused. You knew how strongly alphas responded to scent changes, especially in their partners. 

“Sweetheart, we’re okay.” You offered him a reassuring smile, motioning for him again. “Come back to bed.” 

Jey shook his head, now beginning to move around the room in agitation. “No. No, I gotta keep you safe.” 

He quickly moved to the window, checking each lock with a worried expression. You stood and reached out to him, a soft hand resting on his arm.  

“Baby, it’s alright.” You murmured. You let out a subvocal purr, an instinctual urge to soothe the restless alpha. “We’re safe. It’s okay.” 

Jey was quick to snatch you up, picking you up with ease and carrying you back to bed before you could argue. 

“Stay.” He growled, his eyes much darker than usual. You stared at him in confusion, even as your body instinctively relaxed at his dominant words, the urge to obey him overwhelming. 

“Jey.” You pleaded, though he wasn’t paying any attention to you. He continued to check the room, eventually leaving to no doubt check the rest of the house as well. 

You curled up deeper into your nest while you waited for him. Why was he so protective tonight? Your hand came up to trace the bites on your neck. His unusual roughness, combined with the uptick in his protectiveness, were usually signs of his pre-rut. But how was that possible? Jey’s ruts had been consistent since he first presented as a teenager. They’d never changed, no matter how much stress he was under. While it wasn’t impossible for alphas to have multiple ruts a year, Jey never had before. 

Perhaps it really was your heat suppressants causing all this. The thick booklet the doctor had given you detailing the side effects of the drug discussed the effect the suppressants had on scent. And alphas weren’t exactly known for dealing with scent changes well, especially in their mates. 

But we’re not mated. You told yourself. Although the mingled scents of your nest told a different story. 

Eventually Jey returned, still rubbing his hands together anxiously as he paced the room. You sat up to look at him, beginning to purr again in an effort to soothe him. 

“Jey, sweetheart, please come back to bed.” 

Jey didn’t seem convinced, doubling back to the bedroom door to make sure it was locked again. 

You sighed. You’d have to get creative if you wanted him to join you. 

“I’m so lonely without you, baby,” You whined, laying it on a bit thicker than usual. You offered him your best bedroom eyes. “I need you. Please, Daddy. Come to bed.” 

Jey was on top of you so quickly that you couldn’t help but laugh. 

*****

You were sore the next morning. 

Jey had fucked you through most of the night, that possessive look in his eyes never fading no matter how many times he came inside you. If Jey’s biology hadn’t been so consistent throughout his life, you would have been convinced it was his pre-rut. 

You were grateful when he woke up the next morning back to his old self again. He was all smiles and jokes as he kissed you awake, his body relaxed as he held you close. And when you left the nest to make him breakfast, he had no objections, merely following you to the kitchen to keep you company as you scrambled some eggs. 

He looked so good this morning, his sweatpants slung low on his hips and his chest bare as he leaned against the kitchen island. His mullet was still messy from sleep, his tattoos glistening in the morning light that slanted through the windows. If you weren’t so sore from last night, you’d probably ask him to fuck him right here on the kitchen counter. Instead, you asked him, “Are you feeling okay this morning? You seemed…different last night.” 

Jey raised an eyebrow. “What kind of different?” 

You rolled your eyes, motioning to the bruises on your neck. “Don’t you feel like this was a bit much?” 

Jey seemed apologetic. He shuffled to your side, pressing a kiss to a particularly nasty bruise he’d left beneath your jaw. “I told you I was sorry.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist again to pull you close. “I ain’t mean to take it that far.” 

You sighed. “I know, baby. I’m not mad. I’m just worried about you.” 

“Why?” Jey’s tone was defensive, his body tensing behind you. “Ain’t nothing wrong with me.” 

You didn’t want to argue with him, but you also didn’t want him going to work if he was about to go into a rut. You turned around to stare at him. “You don’t think maybe these are all signs?” 

“For a pre-rut?” Jey scowled. “It can’t be. I already had mine this year.” 

“I know, but-”

“You worrying for no reason.” Jey interrupted, keeping his long arms wrapped around your waist. “I told you I’m fine. So, I wanna check my house and keep my girl safe? That a bad thing?” 

“No, but-”

“Then don’t worry.” Jey pressed a reassuring kiss to your cheek. “Please. I don’t like seeing you get worked up.” 

You frowned, but you didn’t argue with him. Maybe he was right. If he really was in his pre-rut, you doubt he would have let you leave the nest at all this morning, let alone come into the kitchen to cook for him. Still, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He still seemed on edge, his words a little too defensive to have you convinced that he was fine. 

But then Jey smiled at you, his face so open and happy that you couldn’t help but smile back. No, you were wrong. Jey was fine. You were worrying for nothing. He was fine. Everything was fine. 

*****

When you arrived at the arena that afternoon, you gave Jey a quick hug, already preparing to part ways. You both had responsibilities tonight. 

“I’ll see you after the show, baby,” you murmured, standing on your tiptoes to peck a quick kiss to his lips. “Good luck in your match tonight.” 

You moved away, as if to leave, but Jey was quick to grab your wrists, pulling you back into his chest. 

“Jey.” You complained, trying to wiggle from his grasp. “You gotta go see your trainers.” 

Jey’s hand was quick to grab your jaw, forcing your face up to look at him. You immediately stilled. 

“You’ll be waiting for me?” he asked, his tone urgent. “After my match?” 

You gave him a strange look. “Of course, baby. Don’t I always?” 

“You won’t leave.” It sounded more like a command than a question. His eyes seemed darker than usual and you noticed that his hand on your face felt hot to the touch. “You won’t leave the arena.” 

“Why would I leave? Won’t you need a ride home?” You tried to chuckle but Jey didn’t even crack a smile, his hand on your jaw tightening. 

“You’ll stay here and wait for me.” There was an edge behind his words, his pupils blown wide as he stared at you. “You won’t go anywhere. And when the show’s over, we’ll go home.” 

You let out a small whimper at the punishing grip he kept on your jaw and Jey blinked, seemingly unaware of how tightly he was holding you. He quickly released your face, shaking his head in confusion. 

“Sorry, I-” He seemed uncertain, wiping some new beads of sweat that were forming on his brow. “I just felt a little weird there for a second.” 

You couldn’t help but purr, an instinctive reaction at the sight of his distress, and Jey immediately relaxed at the sound. It was something omegas did to soothe their alphas and you were grateful that Jey reacted so well to it. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, allowing you to pet his hair in reassurance. You could practically feel the heat radiating off him. 

“Jey,” You couldn’t keep the worried tone out of your voice. “I think we should-”

“Jey! There you are!” One of his trainers had found the two of you in the parking lot. He looked breathless, as if he’d been running to look for him. “We got a lot of shit to cover tonight. Let’s go, come on.” 

Jey immediately straightened, pulling away from you. He passed a hand over his face and you could tell he was trying to pull himself together. “Yeah, yeah. You got it, uce.” 

Jey looked back at you, his gaze apologetic. “Sorry, honey.” He murmured. “I’ll see you after the show.” 

You frowned. “Jey, I don’t think it’s-”

“Hunter’s been looking for you, Jey.” The trainer interrupted, motioning to him with urgency. “Come on, we need to go. Like now.” 

Jey quickly followed, casting one final look over his shoulder at you before retreating. You nervously watched him leave. Should you follow him? It was clear something was off. 

Your phone vibrated and you groaned when you saw the missed messages. Your coworkers were already looking for you, no doubt eager to begin prepping for the show. You quickly responded that you were on your way, forcing your anxieties down. Jey was a grown man. He knew his body better than anyone. If he felt he could get through his match tonight, you trusted him. 

You had no other choice. 

*****

“Hey, sis.” Jimmy’s smile was wide, pulling you into a tight hug in greeting. “Where you been all night?” 

You returned his hug with a laugh. “I’m working now, remember? Gotta go where they tell me.” 

“True, true.” Jimmy chuckled, pulling away from the hug to smile at you. He was dressed casual tonight, wearing his usual hoodie and black joggers, his gold chain glittering in the light. Although he was normally on SmackDown, he still came to Monday Night Raw whenever he could to see the two of you. You knew he couldn’t go too long without seeing his twin. 

“Hopefully they ain’t working you too hard.” Jimmy teased, giving you a gentle nudge with his elbow. “I know how Hunter can get.” 

You shook your head. “Nah. I like it. And getting to come to work with Jey has been nice too.” 

“Yeah.” Jimmy’s smile dropped at the mention of his brother’s name, his face suddenly worried. “That’s actually what I was hoping to talk to you about.” 

“What? About Jey?” 

“Mm hm.” Jimmy moved closer to you, lowering his voice so others couldn’t overhear. “I saw him earlier tonight. What’s going on with him? He seems off.” 

You swallowed. Was it that obvious? Or was it just because it was his twin? You knew the two had a special bond. 

Jimmy seemed to notice the conflict on your face. “Is he sick or something? He just seemed weird to me when we talked earlier.” 

“I don’t know.” You admitted, fidgeting uncomfortably under Jimmy’s worried gaze. “He kept saying he was fine. But he was acting weird last night too.” 

“What kind of weird?” 

You shifted uneasily and Jimmy caught sight of the bruises you’d been hiding beneath your hoodie, his eyes narrowing at the sight. 

“He do that to you?” 

You didn’t answer and Jimmy gave a concerned look.  

“That’s ain’t like him. Unless he’s in his pre-rut.” Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Is he?” 

You sighed. “I don’t know. I thought so at first. He got so protective last night, like he normally does before his ruts. Then with how long he kept me up…” You didn’t finish the sentence, suddenly very aware that you were still in public. “But he let me out of the house today, Jim. He wouldn’t do that if it was that time of year. And he’s already had his rut back in February, so it can’t be. Can it?” 

Jimmy seemed uncertain, rubbing his neck in an uncharacteristic display of nervousness. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “He ain’t ever had more than one a year before, but it’s not impossible. He’s been under a lot of stress at work.” 

You stared up at him, your own gaze just as nervous. “What should we do? You know he won’t leave. He’s got that match with Gunther tonight.” 

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Jimmy pulled out his phone. “Look, I gotta cut this promo, then I’ll meet you in Gorilla. You’re gonna be there to watch his match, right?” 

You nodded. 

“Once I finish this, I’ll come join you. Then if some shit goes down, I can be there.” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his gaze at you kind. “Don’t worry, sis. You know I ain’t gonna leave him hanging. He’s my brother. I got his back. And yours.” 

You offered him a small smile, but it must have looked weak because Jimmy quickly pulled you into a hug. You allowed yourself to relax into it, knowing that he was trying to ease some of your fears. You knew Jimmy wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. Or his brother. The Bloodline operated like a pack and although you weren’t officially Jey’s mate, they knew you were his chosen. That made you one of them, which meant that Jimmy was responsible for you, just as he was for any other omega who joined his pack. 

“It’ll be alright,” he murmured, nosing behind your ear to scent mark you in reassurance. You relaxed even more at his smell. It wasn’t quite the same as Jey’s, but it was close enough to calm you. “Just hang in there. I’ll meet you in Gorilla.” 

You nodded, forcing yourself to take a deep breath as Jimmy squeezed your shoulder and walked away. 

You needed to keep it together. This wasn’t the time to succumb to your instincts, no matter how badly the omega inside you wanted to drop everything and seek Jey out. The mere idea of your alpha in distress had your heart racing, your hormones going haywire at the thought. 

When you arrived to Gorilla Position, you tried not to fidget, offering a polite smile to everyone who greeted you. You were glad when Jimmy finally arrived. 

“Hey.” Jimmy’s hand was on your shoulder again and your body instinctively leaned into his touch. “You okay?” 

You forced yourself to nod, though you knew it didn’t look convincing. Your instincts were beginning to cloud your mind, seeking out a strong alpha like Jimmy to keep you grounded in your distress. 

Thankfully, Jimmy was able to sense it. 

“It’s alright.” he soothed, nosing behind your ear again to offer you more of his scent. You wanted it to comfort you, but it didn’t. He didn’t smell right. You wanted Jey. He was your partner. Your chosen. And you couldn’t stop worrying about him. 

“I think I messed up, Jimmy.” You admitted, wringing your hands together nervously. “I knew something was wrong, but I still let him come here. I should have kept him at home. I should have seen the signs.” 

“Hey,” Jimmy’s arms were around you again, pulling you into another hug. He’d had plenty of experience with Naomi to know when an omega was beginning to spiral. He kept his arms tight around you, your body instinctively relaxing in his hold. “We don’t know for sure what’s going on. But whatever it is, we know that Jey can handle it. And we’ll be here for him the whole time, right?” 

You nodded into his hoodie, forcing yourself to control your breathing. You knew that your hormones were fueling your anxiety, making it difficult to separate fact from fiction. Just the knowledge that your alpha might be in any kind of pain or trouble was triggering this, you knew, but you had to resist it the best that you could. 

A few people around you began to murmur and realized that Gunther was making his way through Gorilla, ready to be in position for his entrance. You watched as his nostrils flared, his eyes turning to meet yours once he caught wind of your scent. 

You didn’t miss the protective way Jimmy’s arm wrapped around you, his hackles immediately raised as the Ring General approached. 

“You must be Jey Uso’s mate.” Gunther said, stepping forward until he was in your personal space. You huddled closer to Jimmy on instinct, feeling safer in the arms of an alpha you trusted. “I can smell him on you. Him and his pack.” 

He met Jimmy’s burning gaze and grinned when the older twin curled his lip in anger. 

“You smell distressed, little one.” Gunther mused, his gaze down at you curious. “Worried about what I will do to your mate tonight?” 

“You better watch yo’ mouth, uce.” Jimmy snarled, the scent of his anger bleeding into the air around you. “Or else you won’t even make it out to the ring.” 

Gunther seemed amused by the threat, offering Jimmy a smirk as he towered over you. You noticed that he was staring at you intently, his eyebrows raised when he finally caught sight of your neck.  

“Well, well. I spoke too soon. No mating bite, I see. So, Jey is not truly your mate then, is he?” Gunther’s words were mocking, seemingly delighted by this revelation. “A shame he hasn’t officially claimed you, little one. Though I can’t say I’m surprised. Lesser alphas certainly aren’t as eager to stake their claim, are they?” 

Jimmy took a step forward, his eyes blazing with anger, before one of the PAs intervened. 

“Thirty seconds.” He informed Gunther, his eyes flickering between the two alphas. “You’d better take your position.” 

The Ring General smirked, casting Jimmy one final look. “After I finish Jey tonight, you can tell your pack leader, Roman, to come find me. I wouldn’t mind a real challenge for a change.” 

Gunther’s eyes swept over you one last time before he finally retreated, exiting Gorilla to make his way to the ring. You tried to swallow back some of the bile that had risen to your throat. Gunther’s smell had left a nasty taste in your mouth, his oppressive scent causing you to feel even more edge than before. 

“I hate that fucker.” Jimmy muttered. He turned his gaze back to you, his expression softening. “You alright?” 

You nodded, subconsciously reaching up a hand to touch the unclaimed part of your neck. You couldn’t deny that some of Gunther’s words had stung. He’d seemed far too amused to learn that Jey hadn’t officially mated you yet, his gaze at you almost triumphant, as if you had proven something that he’d known all along. 

“Hey, don’t worry about him.” Jimmy said, his arm still wrapped around you to keep you close. “He just trying to get in your head. It’s a game to him. That’s all.” 

You nodded again, leaning against his strong chest in an effort to calm your rattled nerves. You watched on the nearest TV as Gunther entered the ring, his expression cold as he stared down the throngs of booing fans. You didn’t miss the way his gaze flickered around him, no doubt searching for where Jey might enter from. 

Thankfully, Jey didn’t keep him waiting long. 

His music hit and the fans erupted into cheers, the ground beneath your feet shaking from the roar of the crowd. The camera found Jey amongst the audience and you couldn’t help but notice that he’d forgone his usual bright colors to wear all black, as if he were going to a funeral. He didn’t seem interested in reveling with the audience tonight, his face serious as he made his way down to the ring. 

“He doesn’t seem like himself.” You murmured. 

“He’s okay.” Jimmy was quick to reassure you, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you. “It’s all part of the show.” 

Was it? 

The bell rang and Jey wasted no time, immediately charging Gunther and backing him into the corner, much to Gunther’s amusement. They exchanged a few words, but the microphone didn’t pick it up, the referee already pulling Jey back to give Gunther space to get out of the corner. 

As the match continued, it was clear that Jey was agitated, not even bothering to acknowledge his adoring fans like he usually did, his eyes entirely focused on his opponent. You couldn’t help but notice that his body seemed stiff, his movements jerky as he attempted to keep up with Gunther’s punishing pace. 

At one point, Gunther gave him a particularly brutal chop and you watched as Jey stumbled, his face twisted into a grimace.

“Come on, uce.” You heard Jimmy mutter, his eyes narrowed as he stared at the TV screen. “Don’t let him in your head.” 

Gunther seemed determined to try. You watched as he grappled with Jey in the middle of the ring, chuckling something in his ear that the camera couldn’t pick up. Jey’s eyes burned in anger, shoving Gunther away to offer a superkick to his chin. 

The crowd roared their approval, Gunther dazed as he stumbled into the ropes. But it was only momentary. When Jey tried to come at him again, Gunther was too quick, already grabbing Jey by the arm and slinging him into the turnbuckle. You watched in horror as Jey crumpled, his face a mask of pain. 

You began wringing your hands together in nervousness, your body thrumming with anxiety as you watched Jey struggle back to his feet. 

“It’s a shame I don’t have any worthy opponents for tonight,” You heard Gunther say, his expression smug as he kicked Jey in the stomach, forcing him back to his knees. “I was hoping for more of a challenge, Jey. You disappoint me.” 

He grabbed Jey by the hair, forcing the smaller alpha to look up at him. “You’re not even the strongest in your pack. They could have at least given me the other twin. That would have been less of an insult.” 

You realized that Jey’s mouth was bleeding, his lip split from where it had collided with the turnbuckle. You watched in horror as Gunther quickly hauled Jey to his feet, his smile sadistic as he held him up by the hair. “Your pack leader is the only one I see fit to challenge me. But he’s not here to protect you anymore, is he, Jey?” 

Before you realized what was happening, Gunther had maneuvered Jey’s body in front of him, picking him up with ease and slamming down onto the mat in a brutal powerbomb. Jey groaned in pain, his eyelids fluttering as he struggled to crawl away. 

Gunther laughed, continuing to spit insults even as Jey grabbed at the ropes in an attempt to pull himself up. His trash talk was difficult to hear over the boos from the crowd, but you still managed to catch one word: omega. 

Your blood ran cold. You watched as Jey froze, still on his knees with his head turned away from the camera. His chest was heaving, his knuckles blanched from how hard he was gripping the ropes. Gunther didn’t seem to notice, still taunting him with a self-satisfied grin on his face. 

You could feel Jimmy tense beside you, clearly understanding, just as you were, that Gunther had said something very wrong. 

You weren’t exactly sure what happened next. One minute Jey was kneeling near the ropes, his head bowed and his body tense. The next minute he was exploding from the mat, attacking Gunther with such ferocity that even the crowd was stunned. 

Gunther landed on his back with a loud thud. Jey was quickly on top of him, landing blow after blow to his face. His expression was murderous, his teeth bared like an animal. And when the camera zoomed in, you could see that his pupils had swallowed the soft brown of his irises, his eyes wild as he continued to pummel Gunther with his fists. 

You clutched Jimmy’s arm in fear. You wanted to speak but you couldn’t, realizing with horror that Gunther’s taunting, likely about you, had finally triggered Jey’s rut. 

Jimmy quickly pulled away, approaching Hunter and the other producers from where they sat behind the desk. 

“Cut the match!” You heard him demand, his tone now laced with panic. He didn’t want the world to see his brother in such a vulnerable state. “He can’t continue! Rule it a DQ, now!” 

You could hear Jimmy and Hunter arguing, but you weren't able to turn around to look at them. Your eyes were glued to the screen, watching with horror as Gunther put his hands up in an attempt to push Jey off him. Gunther was stronger, but Jey was meaner. He was quick to shove Gunther’s hands away, landing a particularly nasty strike to his nose that caused blood to spray across the mat. 

You realized that Gunther’s shoulder wasn’t entirely off the mat, leaving the referee with no choice but to try to pull Jey off of him. Jey snarled, the sound so loud and animalistic, even through the camera, that the hair on the back of your neck stood up. The referee quickly backed away, beginning the five count. 

The crowd was going wild. Michael and Pat’s commentary was almost impossible to hear over the commotion, though you could imagine that they were scrambling to find some kind of explanation for Jey’s irrational behavior. 

The referee reached the five count and the bell rang, effectively ending the match, but Jey still refused to move, continuing to bludgeon Gunther’s face with angry, hard-hitting punches. 

You heard Hunter shouting for security, all the producers around him all rapidly talking over their headsets. You jumped when Jimmy grabbed you by the arm. “You need to leave.” He told you, his tone urgent. 

“What?” 

“He can’t find you here.” Jimmy insisted, his eyes flickering to the screen as more referees got involved, still trying to pull Jey off of Gunther. “He’ll jump you right here in front of everyone and we won’t be able to move you. You gotta get further backstage.” 

You were nodding in agreement, though your mind was racing. Where would you go? Backstage was crawling with staff and talent. 

“Gimme your hoodie.” Jimmy demanded. You hesitantly allowed him to pull it over your head, staring at him in confusion. 

“He won’t leave Gunther alone.” Jimmy pointed to the TV. You could see that security had finally entered the ring, trying their best to pull the feral alpha away from Gunther. Gunther had stopped fighting back a long time ago, now lying motionless on the mat, his face bloody.

“Your smell is the only way we can get him out of the ring. But once he gets your scent he’ll come back here looking for you.” He quickly pushed you towards the exit, motioning for you to leave. “Go. I’ll take care of everything else. It’ll be alright.” 

You hesitated, unable to tear your gaze away from the screen. Jey’s face was hardly recognizable, his eyes wild. His teeth were bared as he tried to fight security, still bloodstained from his earlier collision with the turnbuckle. 

“Go!” Jimmy pushed you again. “Unless you want this to happen right here in front of everyone.” 

You didn’t, so you quickly obeyed, retreating further backstage as fast as your feet could carry you. 

You ignored the concerned looks from your coworkers, a few of the wrestlers watching you with curious expressions. Most of them knew who you were, of course, and could probably infer what had happened in the ring tonight. You could hear various snippets from conversations as you walked past. 

Did you see…Had to be a rut, right? 

Damn, this hasn’t happened since Orton back in ‘09. 

I never thought Jey would be the one to snap. I always thought it’d be Jimmy. 

Come on, you know he can’t control it. 

You think Hunter will give him a fine? 

He tore Gunther up. So much for a match at Mania. 

Isn’t that Jey’s mate? Guess he’ll be looking for her. 

You tried to ignore them, your heart pounding in your chest as you made your way back to the staff locker room. You shakily pulled out your phone, trying to remember how long you’d been on the heat suppressants. Had it been a full week yet? They weren’t truly effective until you’d been on them for a full seven days. There was still a chance Jey could trigger your heat. Which meant there was still a chance he could get you pregnant. 

You needed to get to your bag. You always carried an emergency heat contraceptive, just in case. 

You heard a loud commotion behind you, the sound of Jey ripping apart the backstage echoing down the hallway. You could hear shouting, no doubt security trying to contain him. You realized that your scent was likely faint; Jey had just mentioned last night how it was beginning to fade. Perhaps that would give you more time. 

You cursed yourself for getting into this situation in the first place. The signs had been obvious: his roughness with you, his obsession with keeping you safe, keeping you up all night with seemingly unlimited stamina. You never should have let him leave the house. Now you were stuck in a random arena, nowhere near your comfortable nest at home, with a feral alpha on the hunt for you. You were beginning to realize that wherever Jey found you, that’s where you would stay until his rut was over. And his ruts usually lasted two, maybe three days. 

By the time you reached the staff locker room, your hands were shaking. You quickly shut the door behind you, grateful that the room was empty. You ran to your bag to search for the small syringe, the commotion from Jey’s pursuit growing louder and louder from outside the door. You heard what sounded like a table being thrown, Jimmy’s voice becoming clearer as he tried to calm his brother down. 

Your hands were shaking so much that you dropped your bag, the contents spilling across the floor. 

“Shit!” You fell to your knees, scrambling to find the contraceptive. Surely you hadn’t forgotten it? You could still hear the chaos of Jey’s search for you echoing down the hallway. He’d tear this entire arena apart if he didn’t find you soon. 

You finally found the syringe, struggling to open the safety seal as Jey’s snarls grew louder. He was getting close. You didn’t have much time left. 

By the time you jabbed the needle into your side, Jey had made it to the door. 

You weren’t entirely prepared to see him like this. He seemed larger than life as he stood in the doorway, his nostrils flaring as he followed your scent. His lip was curled into a menacing snarl, his lip still split and his teeth bloody. And when his eyes landed on you, you could see his eyes grow darker, zeroing in on his prey. 

You saw Jimmy standing behind him in the doorway, catching sight of the syringe in your hand. 

“Oh, thank god.” Jimmy sighed in relief, and that’s when Jey moved.

He crossed the room impossibly fast, colliding into you with such a force that you both fell back onto the floor. 

“Jey…” His name came out breathless, your heart thrumming like a frightened rabbit beneath his rough hands. His usual scent was much sweeter now, a side effect of his rut, and you felt dizzy with it. His heightened scent, combined with the feeling of him on top of you, had wetness rapidly forming between your legs. 

Jey’s eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as the smell of your arousal bled into the air around you. He let out a low snarl, ripping away your shirt and pants and flipping you onto your stomach with ease. You gasped, your body shivering in anticipation as he started pushing his cock inside you. 

You knew his mind was entirely focused on one thing: to breed. He wasn’t here to make you feel good. He was here to claim you, to take you and make you his. To fill you up with his seed and give you a litter of his pups. A low fog was beginning to settle over your mind at the thought, your back instinctively arching as Jey finally bottomed out. 

You let out a moan as his massive length split you open. Jey growled again, his teeth digging into the back of your neck possessively as he began fucking into you. Pleasure was already beginning to unfurl from your core. Although he hadn’t prepped you beforehand, your body was taking him with ease, as if you were made for him. You could feel his knot beginning to form, your hole getting wetter and wetter to accommodate it. 

Jey’s teeth dug deeper into your neck. His entire body was still shaking with adrenaline, but it didn’t slow him down. Instead, he fucked into you with the desperation only a rut could bring, his bloody hands gripping your hips as he continued to brutally thrust into you. 

You arched your back even further at the feeling, soft pants of breath falling from your open mouth. You could already feel your first orgasm approaching even as his knot grew bigger, putting pressure on your insides. 

“Jey.” You gasped, gushing around his cock without warning. You hadn’t expected to finish so quickly, your body shaking like a leaf beneath him. Jey let out a pleased sound, his knot reaching its full size inside of you when he finally came. His hips stilled. You could feel his throbbing cock pump you full, the knot keeping you tied together. 

For the first time since Jey arrived, the room was quiet. You let out a shaky breath, resting your forehead against the floor. You were grateful the staff locker room had been empty. You had no doubt that Jey would have fucked you on the floor in front of everyone had you not made it here in time. While it wasn’t ideal, you had no choice now. Jey had claimed you here, so here is where you would stay until his rut ended. Jey could only act on instinct now, his biology completed hijacking his body and mind until it was satisfied. 

Jey finally released his teeth from the scruff of your neck, softly licking at the skin he had torn in a wordless apology. You felt your body relax, even as your spasming hole continued to milk his cock as he stayed ball-deep inside of you. 

You were glad your heat hadn’t been triggered yet. It would likely only prolong his rut and would leave you at the mercy of your own biology. The omega inside you was already unhappy with being away from your nest, feeling exposed and unsafe in this unfamiliar room. You couldn’t help but whimper and Jey was quick to check on you, leaning over you to nose at your cheek affectionately. 

“Sis?” Jimmy’s voice had Jey growling again, his grip on your body tightening. “I need a sign of life, girl.” 

You struggled to look over your shoulder, catching sight of Jimmy standing in the doorway. He looked worried, meeting your gaze with a concerned expression. 

“You good?” 

You could only nod, Jey whipping around to snarl loudly at his twin for the intrusion. He was vulnerable right now, his knot still keeping the two of you tethered. If Jimmy got too close, brotherly bonds wouldn’t matter. Jey would guard his territory, his instincts compelling him to challenge any alpha that got too close to his chosen omega. 

“Alright, just hang in there. Trin’s on her way with supplies. We’re here for you, okay?” 

You nodded again, unable to speak as Jey’s knot continued to pulse inside you. Jey was quick to lean over you, caging you in possessively until Jimmy finally retreated and closed the door behind him. 

It took some time for Jey to finally relax, his eyes still darting to the door as if he expected another intrusion. Eventually his knot went down and you were able to pull apart, some of his come dribbling onto the floor below. You whimpered at the feeling and Jey was once again nosing at your cheek again, seemingly triggered by any sign of distress from you. 

There was a couch on the other side of the room. It would feel a lot more comfortable than the floor, but when you made an effort to move in that direction Jey was quick to grab you, flipping you onto your back to keep you close. 

His pupils were still blown wide, the blood from his split lip finally drying. You couldn’t be sure what he was thinking about as he gazed at you. He didn’t look like your Jey. Not right now. This Jey wasn’t quite human, his instincts making it difficult for him to form a coherent thought. 

He furrowed his brow, his expression almost distressed, and you couldn’t help but reach up a hand to cup his cheek in reassurance. 

“It’s alright.” You soothed. You couldn’t be sure what was upsetting him and you knew he didn’t have the capacity to speak right now. “We’re okay. I’m here, baby.” 

Jey frowned, reaching out a hand to touch your face. His knuckles were bruises, the skin bloody from his vicious attack on Gunther. You watched as his brow furrowed deeper, trying to focus enough to speak. 

“Mine.” He rasped, his voice an octave deeper than usual. “Mine.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at him. Normally he wasn’t cognizant enough to speak, but you were pleased to hear him try. You reached up to pet his soft curls, watching with fondness as his eyelids fluttered at your touch.  

“Yours.” You agreed.

Jey leaned down to kiss your neck and you let out a contented sigh, reaching your arms around him to keep him close. He nuzzled into your hair, his hands now gentle as he caressed your skin. Even when he was in his rut, acting on his most animalistic urges, Jey was still impossibly sweet. His instincts were to protect you. To keep you safe and happy. To love you. 

Your heart swelled at the thought, suddenly filled with the stupid desire to bare your neck to him and allow him to mate you. Jey seemed to sense the shift, his teeth grazing across the mating mark on your neck. His instincts wouldn’t allow him to bite there unless you allowed it, but it didn’t stop him from nuzzling into it, almost a silent plea for you to finally let him claim you. 

But it wouldn’t be right. You wanted the moment to be special. You wanted Jey to be fully cognizant and aware of what was going on, fully able to understand the significance of it. It wouldn’t be fair to do it now - not while he was in the middle of his rut and barely coherent. Barely human. 

You could feel his cock twitching against the inside of your thigh, already gearing up for another round, and you couldn’t help but shudder at the sensation. That seemed to spur Jey into action.

He finally released your neck, leaning back up to push his rapidly hardening length back into you. He let out a low moan as he sank into the tight, wet warmth between your legs and you couldn’t help but writhe in pleasure, struggling to keep your eyes open as he bottomed out. God, he felt so big. You were grateful the two of you fucked enough for you to be used to this. Otherwise this wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable as it felt now. 

You let out a whine as his grip on you tightened, now beginning to hammer into you at full force. You scrabbled for purchase against his tattooed chest, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. He looked devastatingly beautiful like this, his bronze skin glistening with sweat and his brow furrowed in concentration as he fucked into you. Although you struggled to keep your eyes open, you didn’t want to look away. 

You let out a gasp when he suddenly leaned down to bite near your collarbone, his instincts driving him to mark you as his in every way possible. You spread your legs wider to grant him better access and Jey yanked you closer, his possessive mouth already seeking out more of your skin to bite. 

His sharp canines ghosted across your mating mark again and a new feeling of pleasure raced through you at the feeling. It took all of your willpower to keep from baring your neck to him. It was just biology, you tried to tell yourself. Just instincts. You could fight this, no matter how strong the desire to let him mate you was.

Still, you couldn’t deny the reaction your body had at the thought. You could feel a haze beginning to settle over your mind, the idea of finally belonging to him, of finally being mated, causing your leaking hole to spasm around Jey’s cock. Jey let out a low moan in response, his body still radiating heat as he loomed over you. 

You could feel a new fog settling over your mind now, your own instincts urging you to go limp beneath your alpha’s rough hands and allow him to breed you. Jey’s pace was punishing, his hips never faltering even when he leaned up to grab at your thighs, pushing them forward to allow him better access to your swollen cunt. You felt helpless beneath him now, your brain beginning to shut down in favor of being good for him. 

Jey seemed to sense the change, letting out a happy sound as he pushed you into a full mating press, his entire body weight pinning you to the floor. A wave of ecstasy washed over you, your mind now solely focused on him. 

“Jey.” You pleaded, unable to tear your gaze away from his dark eyes. 

They were the last thing you remembered before finally going under. 

*****

Looking back, you could only remember bits and pieces of what happened after Jey triggered your heat. 

You remembered Jey’s hands on your face, cradling you close to him as he continued to fuck into you. You remembered him wringing every ounce of pleasure from your body, giving you orgasm after orgasm until you were certain you couldn’t take anymore. You remembered Trinity entering the room, cooing soothing words that you couldn’t understand as she tried to get the two of you to drink some water. You remembered the sudden feeling of blankets and pillows around you, the air now smelling of your nest at home. You remembered Jey curling his body around yours, keeping you close to him as you both rested in between rounds. 

When you finally emerged from your heat two days later, you were greeted to the sight of Jey’s sparkling brown eyes. 

“Baby?” Jey’s voice was warm, his hands soft as he caressed your bruised skin. “You good?” 

It took you some time to realize that you were still in the staff locker room, the two of you huddled together on the couch beneath a blanket that smelled like home. Jey had his arms around you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as you struggled to return to reality. 

Your brain was foggy, but you were acutely aware that every muscle in your body ached. Jesus, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this sore. You reached up your arm in an effort to stretch it and let out a low moan of pain for your trouble. 

“It’s alright,” Jey soothed, quickly reaching out to massage the sore muscles of your arm. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax for me.” 

You obeyed, leaning against his strong chest as he continued to massage you, his beard tickling your neck he pressed another kiss to your jaw. 

“My sweet girl,” he praised, pulling you close so he could press his nose into your hair. “You did so good for me, sweetheart. Such a good girl. I love you so much.” 

You hummed in contentment, your eyes closing as Jey cradled you in his arms. You didn’t care that your body ached or that your skin was bruised and raw or that your lips were dry and your stomach was cramping. None of it really mattered. All that mattered was Jey’s arms were around you, his lips impossibly soft as he peppered your face with kisses. And when he smiled, his gaze at you adoring and his eyes crinkled with laughter, you knew you were going to be okay.

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(i wrote this rly late at night so it kinda switches between second and third person + its my first time... dont mind pls ⛄︎)

to say you and keiji were just friends was a little... vague to say the least.

not even a little, absolute bullshit.

you two go way back; always at one another's homes every saturday or friday night, playing games with kotaro or just binging movies together- all that cute stuff. obviously, you two love each other, dare i say are in love with each other, but it's just never been a point of discussion. despite all the stolen glances, his obsession with kissing the top of your head or holding your hips, you guys have just … never talked about it.

it's not that you didn't want to talk about it, you wanted more than anything to do unspeakable things to that man for years now...who wouldn't?

but of course, all you could do every passing day was pray that something could magically change and you'd have his affection and sweet words to yourself every day. he probably has his reasons too for not just folding and confessing already. hopefully if he even reciprocates.

but when he asked you to be his roommate and share a dorm with him two years ago at the beginning of university, how could you tell someone so pretty no?

that pretty much never helped the increasing tension between you both - sexually, or romantically.... but hey, the no confessions game was still going strong.

even now, when keiji just returned back to your shared dorm from one of his later classes, he found you laid out on the plushness of the couch, your cutely decorated laptop resting on your bare thighs as you were wearing a cute pair of pajama shorts. a few short sentences on the illuminated screen of your laptop which screams to him that you were probably just assigned a research paper.

"new paper assigned n/n?" he hummed softly as he rested his bag on the floor near the door and taking off his shoes.

"mm yeah... only thing is that it's due in 2 days.." she huffed softly with a little pout, a face he knew meant she was stressed.

"yeah? how much words is it?" he hummed softly, sitting next to her laid body on the couch.

y/n turned her laptop to an angle keiji can see it, an email from her professor which explained her prompt and the word count.

damn.

"only two days? that has to be a mistake." he raised his brows, adjusting his glasses.

"its not..." she sighed softly. "i asked him about it in class. he was dead serious keiji...my grade is so done. i don't even know what to write about. all i got done was the context." y/n turned to him, a pout on her lips.

he sighed, "calm down, okay? stressing out this much isn't gonna help you n/n." his hand went to her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the apple of her cheek. damn him and his charm.

"come here, i'll help you." he murmured, his arms gently taking her arms to help her sit up and come up onto his lap.

and around 3 hours later, despite the evident exhaustion in both of you from this damn essay, you were a little more than half way through the word count.

"god...you're the best keiji..." she sighed softly, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

he chuckled, a familiar one that never really failed to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. "can't have my favorite girl stressing now can i?" he ruffled her hair gently.

holy fuck.

why he made her sit in his lap was beyond her. all she knew was that his little name that he just called her made her clench around absolutely nothing, and she was so sick of this back and forth of trying to act like he didn't have an effect on her.

so she purposely squirmed on his lap while pretending to read an article, her ass moving teasingly but in a subtle way. she knew her subtle grinding didn't by any means go unnoticed by him, not how his slender fingers dug a little harder into her hips, and definitely not how his breathing grew more ragged.

"hey... n/n... you're squirming a little...please... it's distracting me..." he spoke with a strained voice, trying not to breathe noticeably.

"hm..?" she looked back at him, who knew how worked up subtle grinding can get him, his cheeks were insanely flushed, his fingers uncontrollably going on her bare thighs.

"come... get off n/n-" he panicked a little, his arms pulling up her torso to pick her up and trying to place her back onto the couch, but she went right back down, on his fucking bulge.

"oh fuck.." he choked out quietly his head going back against the arm rest.

"you're that hard from me barely even grinding?" she started. no turning back now for her. and to her surprise, all those years of chasing and wondering if he wanted her back... she felt so relieved from his next words.

"i can't fucking help it with you.." he swore helplessly. his needy hands guiding her hips to rub herself against his obvious bulge. "all this time and you don't think that i've been wanting to kiss you senseless since highschool..?"

and from that, her lips were on his, sharing wet and sloppy kisses that were making him leak pre cum into his sweatpants. grinding on his lap so nicely that she had him cursing into their sloppy kiss.

they eventually pulled away, a thin string of saliva between their mouths as her arms came up around his neck to steady herself as she ground on his bulge. gosh, his fucking print was so visible to her too from his sweatpants.

"fuck...i love you keiji.."

and within less than two minutes, your cute pajama shorts laid on the floor of your bedroom along with his sweatpants.

his hand held a handful of your hair while his other rested on the plush curve of your ass. his hips were thrusting so good into your drenched cunt, the room practically filled with the sound of your plush ass slapping against his hips and your muffled moans as he just sweet talked you.

damm him.

"god... you dont know how long i wanted to fuck you.." he panted into your ear, his skin slick with sweat

"keiji..." she cried helplessly beneath him.

"mhm baby... i got you...taking my cock so well." he murmured, his large hand squeezing her ass softly.

"you're so fucking pretty n/n, you know that?" he mumbled, placing sweet kisses and sucking hickeys onto her neck, his thrusts getting harder.

she couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore. it's not like he was being crazy rough, but his cock was fucking long. and at a moderate, more fast pace like what he was doing, she felt as if she was seeing stars.

"ah...mmph..." she moaned sweetly into the pillow, knowing he was about to cum from how sloppy his thrusts were getting.

"mmh... there you go... oh fuck baby.." he panted, pulling out. his hand that was holding your hair let go, pumping slowly as thick and hot cum landed on your plush ass.

she panted softly into the pillows, her hips lowering from where he held them up as she rolled onto her back, his cum on her skin getting onto the sheets.

he panted soflty, pulling her into his arms and pressing a gentle loving kiss on her shoulder, while mumbling a soft, "i've always loved you baby."

its my first time writing so pls leave tips jjfnjjngjngjngjtn

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Do you have any recs for angsty sterek fics? The angstier the better!

and anon asked:

Hii. Do you have any angst fics that you could recommend? I mean like some heartbreaking , tear jerking, soul crushing angst. Of course with a happy ending if you know of any?

I have an angst fic recs here, but let's make a part two!

It's All I Can Do by Vanyela

This is what happened the night the Kanima struck at the pool. This is why Stiles really held Derek up and this is what happened when Scott got there two minutes later than a good friend should have. Based off the prompt: "Stiles shoves Derek to the top of the pool even as he’s drowning because Derek is worth so much more than Stiles could ever be."

Optional by Cheshyr

Stiles is acutely aware of the fact that no one really chooses him. They just get stuck with him.

Holy Injuries, Batman! by LadyDrace

Stiles gets hurt. Badly. Getting better turns out to be more of a process than anyone expected, and there are a few surprises along the way.

Empty by modestfuckup

Stiles stops listening to the words the doctor is saying, a stream of tears rolling down his face. His training taught him he has to remain calm. He uses a tissue to blot at the tears as his mind already turns to what is going to happen now. The doctor is talking about his options, and treatments he could undergo, but Stiles knows none of that will work. He’s infertile. With no way to supply his alpha with an heir, he is practically useless. Or the one where Stiles is an infertile omega, and society dictates that if an omega is unable to carry on the alpha's lineage, an alpha is allowed to take another omega. Stiles hides his condition from Derek while he copes and starts the process of finding a new omega for him.

The Mating Privilege by Kikileduc

Stiles and Derek have been happily mated. The pack is doing well, but in hopes of creating alliances for it to do better, Derek accepts a neighboring pack's request to allow two wolves to join the Hale-McCall pack for a full moon cycle. They hope to form a blood-tie, or at least a long term friendship between the two packs. The issue is Kohona, the tribal leader's daughter, has her eyes set on an unavailable alpha wolf. This could have drastic consequences for their young emissary, however…

Abiding By Pack Law by neil4god

Traditionally the Alpha mate must meet certain requirements, however there are always certain exceptions. For every rule there is someone who has broken it, well almost every rule. There is one rule that no-one has ever broken. The alpha's pack must approve the match, if they don't, well a new mate is required. Unfortunately Stiles know he doesn't fit the requirements, the pack hate him, Derek just hasn't realised it yet.

I Shouldn't Love you Anymore by wulfarchival (wyrmwolf)

After Stiles divorces Derek under mysterious reasons, Derek moves out into the middle of nowhere loosing himself to the wolf after the ache in his chest becomes too much. But after weeks of being lost to an animal someone he thought he'd never see again returns in his life. This time to stay forever.

All Derek Ever Wanted by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles knew Derek always wanted a big family. And, for the longest time, he thought he'd be the one to give it to him. Life, devastatingly, has other plans. Prompt: "I've been thinking about omega stiles n alpha derek. They're trying to hav a baby. But one day stiles go to the doc, n he imply that stiles can't get pregnant. Stiles keep it secret and try to make derek divorce him."

This Quiet Torment

Derek has had a crush on Stiles, a young omega who goes to his school since he first laid eyes on him. He has watched him continually come to school with bruises and flesh wounds delivered by his abusive father and all he’s ever wanted to do was help but Stiles never let him get close enough. Until, one night, Stiles ends up at Derek’s house, with more than a flesh wound and Derek will do everything in his power to protect him.

Stay with me by Beautiful_noise

Derek gets a glimpse of the future in which Stiles has two biological daughters and that's how he knows he and Stiles are going to break up.

Leave It All Behind by asarcasticwitch

A coil of panic tightens in his chest as, after just three short rings, Derek’s voice—raspy as if barely awake—echoes through the speaker. “Do you know what time it is?” he grumbles, and at any other time, Stiles would’ve made a joke or retorted with something so sarcastic it would’ve undoubtedly earned him a huff in return. But right now, he can’t think of anything to say.

This Can of Worms by LadyDrace

Derek knows Stiles has been crying, and he's the alpha, dammit, he's supposed to be able to help his pack members. But what is he supposed to do when Stiles won't let him?

all stories deserve an end by bleep0bleep

No one hardly ever comes up to this area of the forest, especially with the rumors of the “mad wizard.” Stiles encourages the rumor, because it means people leave him alone. It’s a good, solitary existence as long as Stiles pretends the aching loneliness in his heart isn’t there.

I Just Need You by beckybrit

“Derek?” He’s surprised at how steady his voice is, considering he’s absolutely terrified. It’s been a long time since he’s been afraid of Derek, but the eyes looking back at him now are full of hate and the promise of death. Stiles shudders but steadfastly refuses to look away. “Derek, I know it doesn’t look like it, but it’s me… Stiles.”

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Prompt 15 - Felix Felicis

@wolfstarmicrofic April 15, word count 417

“Please, Reggie,” Sirius begged. “Please, I need it, and you’re the only one who can brew it. Please, please, please, please, please,” Regulus rolled his eyes. 

“No. You do not need it at all; you just want to take the easy way out. Which, ironically, is not the easy way for me as that potion is particularly tricky to brew. So, no,” Regulus folded his arms across his chest and turned away. 

“But, Reggie,” Sirius started. 

“I said no, Sirius, you’ll have to ask Remus out the old-fashioned way and face rejection like everyone else,” Sirius cringed. He should never have told his brother what he wanted Felix Felicia for. He’d thought it would be just the thing to use so that when he did finally ask Remus out on a date, he’d be brimming with liquid luck. He was sure he would succeed if he only had the potion. 

“Reggie,” he whined, but before Regulus could shoot him down again, the dorm room door opened, and Remus came in, dropping his heavy bag on the floor and collapsing on his bed face down.

Sirius stared at Remus. He loved him so much but was so scared to tell him. How could he ask his best friend out? What if he said no, and their friendship was ruined forever? He shook his head to clear his thoughts. No, he wouldn’t risk it. Remus was too important to him. 

“Remus, please will you go on a date with my brother so he will stop pestering me with his plans to ask you out,” Regulus called across the room. Remus’s head shot up off the pillow. He winced as his neck cracked. Sirius’s fingers longed to massage the crick out of it, but he stayed where he was horrorstruck by how Regulus had just blurted out his deepest, darkest secret. 

“I’d love to,” Remus grinned at him. 

“There, sorted, now would the pair of you fuck off so I can have some time with my boyfriend?” Regulus huffed, wiggling back more on James’s lap. 

“Date now?” Sirius asked. 

“Yup,” Remus answered, jumping up off his bed. 

They hurried out of the room hand in hand. Nothing in this world would make either of them hover in that room while Regulus and James occupied it. “So, where are you taking me?” Remus asked as they ducked through the portrait hole. 

“Honeydukes?” Sirius suggested. 

“Perfect,” Remus grinned happily and took Sirius’s hand again as they walked leisurely towards the third floor. 

[runninriot]

Caramel

for @vecnuthy 💜

also written as fill for the @steddiebingo prompt: alternate first meeting

rated: T | wc: 1.903 | tags: best friends eddie & jeff, pre steddie, (chaotic) flirting, Eddie Munson has a crush, confident Steve Harrington, sexual innuendo, Scoops Ahoy, no upside down au | also on ao3

Eddie is going to kill Jeff.

He'll make it slow and painful and even that won't rectify the betrayal.

   “Oh, come on! I've been listening to you whine about your stupid crush forever now, and I'm sick of it. So, do something about it while we're here.”

He does not whine, just to be clear. If anything, he's simply stating the tragic facts of hopeless love and never-to-be requited feelings.

Excuse him for thinking his best friend would actually support him and offer some consolation in these trying times. But no, Jeff's being a dick. Using Eddie's misery for his own amusement by dragging him in here.

They were about to grab lunch, but then Jeff pulled him through the doors of Scoops Ahoy without so much as a warning, under the pretence of a sudden craving for ice cream.

Eddie would've much rather stepped through the gates of hell than set foot in here but he couldn't fight it, not without catching other people's attention. And that's the least of what he wanted, having eyes on him. Especially those hazel ones, dark bright and warm, with green and gold speckles whenever the light hits them right.

   “I'm so going to murder you,” Eddie grits through his teeth, trying his best not to alert the group of girls standing in front of them. He feels hot from- anger, but Jeff has the audacity to laugh.

   “I mean it, man. You can't force me to-”

   “Welcome to Scoops, what can I get ya?”

    Fuck.

He hadn’t even noticed they were next in line but it’s definitely too late now to run and hide. Eddie's heart stops for a moment but contrary to the silent prayer he sends to no one in particular, he doesn't drop dead.

Instead, he's tripping all over his own tongue, swallowing nothing because his mouth's suddenly so fucking dry.

   “I, uh, we, uh-”

    Jesus H. Christ.

He's never been known for being very cool. Or a smooth talker for that matter. Especially when it comes to- well. Doesn't matter. He's obviously not going to try to flirt with the guy that's been haunting his every waking hour and his dreams ever since he started working in the record store across from Scoops. But making a fool of himself wasn't really the plan either.

   “I'll have the triple choc. Oh, and add one scoop of strawberry cheesecake, please." Jeff's palm comes down on his shoulder, patting him appreciatively. "My friend Eddie here is being generous today."

If he turned to look at him, he could see the shit-eating grin on his friend’s face, but all Eddie can do is stare at the pretty-smiling guy in front of him.

Steve, the name tag says.

Steve, wearing his stupid hat and his stupid uniform with the stupid red neckerchief hanging from the far too revealing collar that offers a dangerously delicious glimpse at the brush of dark hair peaking out from the low-cut neckline.

And speaking of neck- fuck!

In all the times Eddie stole secret glances at the man in question, he’s never been this close to him, always just yearning from a distance. But now that they’re standing merely a few inches away from each other, there’s no chance of missing the beauty spots scattered across his neck and face. So close, Eddie can count them individually, wants to remember each of their placements so he can dream about mapping them out with his fingertips, and maybe name them like stars.

   “So, Eddie,” someone says and it's then he realises he’s been caught staring. “Now that your friend's all set, what can I do to make you happy?”

Eddie’s heart does a weird little flip at his words, feels blood rushing into his face, hot-red bashfulness creeping into his cheeks and ears. He could swear he saw the other man wink at him. Could swear the way he said his name had a special kind of tone to it. But that doesn’t mean shit, right? He's probably just charming to all the customers, perfectly selling his happy little sailor act. And it's working, is the worst part. Makes Eddie blush even more than he already had, standing there absently twirling a strand of hair around his finger like an idiot, god.

    Brain to Eddie! Asking permission to reboot.

   “I, uh, I’m not sure.”

Heaven help him. This is embarrassing.

   “Want me to help you decide?”

Eddie is sure Jeff will tease him later for swallowing his tongue, but making up words is hard with your brain on overdrive. So he nods dumbly, eyes wide like those of a deer staring into the headlights of a truck – surely looking as stupid as he feels.

   “Hmm, let's see.”

Steve places both hands on top of the counter and leans forward, deliberately letting his eyes rake over Eddie in a way that makes him break out in cold sweat, giving him the horny-shivers. Making him feel like he's caught in a suffocating heatwave, all heavy-breathing and sweating just from having Steve's eyes on him.

   "You don't seem like the vanilla kind of guy. Maybe something a little more... fruity?"

Eddie's pretty sure he's stopped breathing, feels dizzy and disoriented, can focus on nothing but Steve's lips forming words he must be imagining.

He nods again, doesn’t really know what he’s agreeing to because his brain is on complete shutdown now, incapable of processing any of the words he’s heard.

   “What about this?”

Before he realises what’s happening, he feels the smooth surface of a plastic spoon pushing against his bottom lip. Gently, almost as if asking for permission – not going further than that, just waiting for him to take what he’s being offered.

Eddie’s eyes fall shut when he wraps his lips around the spoonful of ice cream, savouring the tangy-fresh flavour of lemon or lime, he’s not sure.

When he opens his eyes again, he catches Steve looking at his lips, licking his own like he is the one that’s been offered a taste. Like maybe he’d want a taste. Of ice cream. Of Eddie’s lips?

   “Did you like that?”

Like?

    Huh.

What a weird way to describe this earth-shattering experience.

Like doesn’t even come close to what Eddie feels right now. It’s overwhelming, heart stopping, mind-blowing.

It’s-

    Oh, wait.

Steve’s not talking about-

    Oh, God.

   “Yeah, I- I like it. The, uh, the ice cream,” Eddie stutters, feels hot all over from the embarrassment of letting himself get lost in an illusion of Steve flirting with him. Of Steve asking if Eddie liked being spoon-fed by the man of his dreams.

    Fuck!

How he is able to come back from whatever insane idea had possessed him, will forever remain a mystery to him, but he finds his voice despite everything, straightens himself to bring some much needed distance between him and the other man.

    “A little too sour for my taste, though.”

Steve scrunches his nose, and it’s as dorky as it is adorable, which- doesn’t help at all to stop Eddie’s heart from drumming a happy-sappy beat at the sight, makes his stomach swoop the way it does on a roller coaster drop.

   “Should’ve guessed a guy like you likes it sweet.”

Sweet like Steve’s smile.

Sweet like Eddie imagines Steve’s lips must taste like.

Sweet like the kisses he’d place onto every inch of Steve’s caramel skin, if ever given the chance.

   “Caramel!” Steve exclaims like he’s just heard Eddie’s thoughts aloud, “That’s your flavour.”

Without asking if he’s right, Steve takes his scooper out from the pouch hanging from his hip, twirls it around in his hand – show-off! – and drags it through the tub of creamy goodness to his left.

Eddie doesn’t protest, can’t take his eyes off the large, veiny hand wrapped around the metal spoon. The hand he’d give everything to see wrapped around something else. It's not his fault; he’s not in control of his thoughts. Can’t stop his dirty mind from filing every single movement of Steve’s working hands for later use because if that is all he’ll ever get, he might as well enjoy it to the fullest.

   “Try it. I know you’ll love it.”

Steve offers him the cone topped with a giant scoop of the toffee treat, looking at him expectantly with his brows raised high and a teasing glint in his eyes.

And you see, Eddie would never claim he’s the smartest person he knows. He’s definitely a dreamer and bad at reading social cues sometimes, but despite all that, there is just no way he’s imagining this.

Steve is flirting with him.

Has been flirting with him all this time.

Maybe it’s time to give something back.

Eddie brings the ice cream closer to his mouth and starts to lick. Draws it out by turning the cone in his hand, twirls his tongue around once, twice, in a way he hopes doesn’t make him look like a lapping dog, but comes off as seductive as it feels.

Rich caramel bursts on his taste buds and Eddie moans a little louder than necessary around the melting mouthful of flavour. It must sound obscene to the ears of any innocent bystander but he doesn’t care. Puts on a show for Steve who hasn’t taken his eyes off him the entire time.

  “Mmm, fuck! That’s so good,” Eddie groans, watching Steve’s Adam’s apple bob when he swallows roughly at his words. “You really know how to satisfy your customers.”

Eddie isn't the best at flirting, he can admit that. But somehow Steve doesn't seem to mind, smiles even wider now that Eddie gave him something to work with.

   “Yeah?” Steve asks as he leans closer, elbows propped up on the counter that separates them, chin resting on his hands. Looking up at him through his long lashes, his hazel eyes suddenly darker than Eddie remembers them. “Love to hear that. Wanna know what else I know?”

His question throws Eddie off, because it’s not quite how he expected the other man to continue their little game. But it’s too late to turn back from what he started, and he’s curious, so he nods and waits for Steve to continue.

   “I know that you’ve been looking me up and down every day for the past three weeks from your little music store over there.” He points over Eddie’s shoulder to the glass front revealing an open view to the other side of the passage way between Scoops and the equally visible interior of the store.

Eddie gulps, feels caught, but Steve doesn’t give him a chance to come up with an excuse.

   “I know that you take your lunch break every day at the same time and I know that it lasts for another-“ he turns to look at the clock on the wall before locking eyes with Eddie again, “25 minutes. Mine starts in 5.”

Eddie will kiss Jeff on the mouth. Or, you know, maybe not – depending on whether this goes the way he thinks, hopes, Steve’s very unsubtle invitation might imply.

But he’ll thank him one way or another, for dragging him in here.

For being the best friend a stupid man with a stupid crush can have.

And if the caramel ice cream goes to waste, melting away in a soggy cone, forgotten on top of the staff’s bathroom sink- it doesn’t really matter.

Because Steve’s lips taste even sweeter.

[0bunnyia]

Hi Nia ...congratulations baby ..wishing you even more success and growth ahead - this is just the beginning!

Can u do prompt 3 with Hyunjin please💞

현진 ─── Mission Failed Successfully

You’ve been dating Hyunjin for a while but haven’t shared your first kiss yet. Wanting it to be perfect, you plan a romantic evening with dinner and a walk by the beach. However, things don’t go as planned, and you start feeling disappointed. Hyunjin tries to comfort you, and the night takes an unexpected turn.

Pair: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

— OH MY FIRST REQUEST EVER????? thank you so much for your sweet words lovely🫶🏻🫶🏻 I wrote this for a while and hope you like it HSHSHS!! (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

nia’s 10 followers event (send me a number pleaseee t___t)

⚠️ : none. wc: 0,8k

Hyunjin and you had been dating for a while. Taking it slow, you hadn't had your first kiss yet. It had been months and you've been wondering—did he even want to be intimate with you, or were you just being too forward?

So, you decide to take matters into your own hand—turning your first kiss into something straight out of a fairytale. You planned everything perfectly, a dinner by the candle lit, followed by a walk near the beach as the sun began saying it's goodbyes. And then you'd lean in. Perfect, right?

Here you are—everything is perfectly ready. With all of your might, you prepared this on your own, without asking anyone for help. Might as well go all in. You had one plan in mind; making your first kiss absolutely unforgettable—the kind that would make your future kids go awe when they hear the story.

Hyunjin hadn't thought much when you asked him to come over for dinner. He figured it was just another sweet date planned by you—nothing out of the ordinary, just the two of you enjoying each other's company.

He rang the bell, looking straight out of a fashion magazine—roses in hand, and his hair all messy from the wind. "Love! Sorry I'm late, traffic was crazy, and gosh the wind is really strong out here." He said first thing, handling you the roses he was holding.

"Well, your hair does look a bit of a mess, come inside before it all blows over." Holding the flower, you took his hand with your free one. Guiding him to your dinner table, you glance at the window outside. It was windy—you hope it doesn't storm, it will ruin everything if it did.

Dinner was great—super romantic. The candlelight really did help setting up the mood. But you couldn't keep your mind off his lips, stealing glances every chance you got. Gosh, you couldn't wait for dinner to be over so you could take him by the beach and kiss him like he was some sort of prince from a fairytale.

But the sky seemed to have other plans. By the time you both finished finner, it was storming hard outside. Your mood dropped in an instant. It was supposed to be the perfect moment—you planned it all, but it didn't go the way you imagined. The storm showed no sign of stopping anytime soon, and the sun was already saying it's goodbye. The kiss under the sunset... ruined.

You couldn't help but broke down. You had prepared everything with all your heart—and fate decided to ruin it all.

"Love! What happened? Why are you crying?" Hyunjin said, grabbing a tissue and gently wiping your tears. "I'm sorry... did I do something wrong? Please don't cry." He kneeled beside you, clearly worried, still wiping your tears with so much care in his eyes.

"It's not that... we were supposed to spend the end of our dinner by the sunset and have our first kiss—but now it's all ruined! I've been waiting so long for this moment," you said between sobs.

"Wait no no no—don't cry! It's not ruined yet. See? Isn't this also romantic? Just you and me by the candle light!!" — "well yeah! In the middle of a storm." It came off harsher than you planned it to be, but you were just too upset by now—the storm showed no sign of stopping soon, making fun of your plead.

"I was working my butt off preparing this and—" he cut off your rambling by leaning in, shutting off whatever you were about to say.

His lips pressed softly against yours, gentle at first—like he was afraid to break you. The world around you blurred, the storm outside, the flicker of candlelight—everything faded except for him. There was warmth in the way he kissed you, like he had been holding back for far too long. It wasn’t rushed, or messy. It was perfect in its own quiet way—like time had slowed down just for the two of you.

Gosh, it felt magical—the feeling of his lips in yours. Hyunjin smelled like a pile of fresh roses. After a few seconds, he pulled back slightly to catch his breath. Observing your teary ones and swollen lips. Without a word, Hyunjin collapsed into your shoulder.

"Oh wow, you taste amazing. I've been waiting for this ever since our first date. You wouldn't believe how long I've been dying to get a taste of you." He said, face still buried on your shoulder.

"But it's not like how I planned it.." — "all I care about is being with you, love." He pecked your cheek and leaned in again, growing addicted to the taste of your lips.

Maybe it's not how you planned it to be, but it was definitely better.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

No More Arguing | DK

Requested by: @reiofsuns2001

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x GF!Reader

Synopsis: Seokmin has a major argument with his girlfriend and comes to realize he hates arguing with her. Using prompt 07 from my tumblr birthday prompts: “Arguing with you is horrible and I don’t ever want to live life without you.” 

Genre: Angst, fluff, slice of life

Word count: 556

Warnings: Argument. Threat of break-up. Ends with fluff.

Requests: Closed until May or June

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His fight with Y/N was eating away at Seokmin. They've had their fair share of arguments in their relationship, mostly playful banter, the occasional serious one but none of them were to this extent. They would make up within in minutes, both apologizing even if just one of them was in the wrong. But this was different.  

It had been hours since he walked out after she threatened to end their relationship. He didn't get far before the guilt started gnawing at him. He spent the next few hours sitting on one of the park benches outside their apartment building. 

Seokmin leaned back against the cool metal of the bench, staring up at the afternoon sky. All he could think about was Y/N's hurt expression when he walked out. It felt like a weight pressing down on his chest. He knows that they both have strong personalities and that their more serious arguments can get heated, but this time felt different. The thought of losing Y/N makes his stomach churn. 

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he sends her a quick text after getting an idea. 'I'm sorry. Let's go for a walk and talk this through.' he texts before sending through another one with a simple 'please.' 

He waits a few minutes for her to reply and when she doesn't, he tries calling her. As he waits for her to answer, she approaches him. "I'm here," she says getting his attention. 

The sight of her sent a rush of relief through him, but he could also see her own lingering hurt mixed with guilt and unsureness in her eyes. He quickly stands up, turning his body to face her. “Arguing with you is horrible and I don’t ever want to live life without you.”   

"I hate arguing with you too. I'm sorry as well," she says, sniffling. "I didn't mean it when I said we should break up." 

Seokmin’s heart swelled with relief at her words. “Really?' he asks the tension between dissipating just a little. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. 

"I love you too much to let you go," Y/N nods stepping closer to him and wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.  

"I love you too," he feels a rush of warmth as he embraced her, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away again. “I don’t want to argue anymore, not like that,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “Can we promise each other that?” 

Y/N nodded, her expression softening, "I promise, and I also promise I won't threaten to break up with you again." 

He smiles and leans down to press his lips softly against hers. "And I promise not to walk out on you again." 

Y/N smiled softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “We’re a team, and we can work through anything together.” She took a step back, still holding onto one of his hands. "Should we go for that walk? Maybe stop by our favourite place and get something to eat?' 

“That sounds perfect,” he replied, the big smile she fell in love with when they met breaking across his face. The tension that had wrapped around them like a heavy blanket began to lift as they walked side by side, fingers intertwined. 

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[captain-huggy-bear]

Congratulations on 1,000 followers! Can you please do Michael Kesselring + “I'm sorry I was so grumpy last night.” can I also request that the reader is pregnant in this prompt?

Dad!Michael makes me happy <3 He's also looking so good lately...don't tell Clayton. 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 (please read the rules) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You wake to kisses being pressed across your face; little pecks to your cheeks, your nose, your chin before Michael's hand grasps your chin and pulls you into a kiss. It's the sort of wake up that has you smiling even as your back hurts and your baby kicks you like she's trying to decide whether to be in the NFL or Rugby Union.

"Morning, baby," He mumbles against your lips, sugary sweet, as you blink your eyes open to take him in. He's gorgeous in the mornings; curls across his forehead, chain swinging towards you, chest bare and tattoos on display.

"Morning..." You sigh as he leans over you, waking up a little more, smile dropping as you remember that night before, how grumpy you'd been, how snappy. “I'm sorry I was so grumpy last night.”

Michael helps you to sit up, pillows being plumped behind your back to support you as you move. Your belly making everything 10 times harder as you get closer and closer to your due date.

The grin he gives you is a little goofy, forgiving and sweet as he pulls one of your ankles into his lap, long fingers massaging the swollen area without being asked, without being told.

"'s okay, baby...you're kind of carrying an entire human in you right now. I'd probably be grumpy too." If anything his forgiveness and understanding makes you feel guiltier, like you need to explain your behaviour because you were a real terror last night and Michael's been nothing but wonderful the entire pregnancy.

"I just... she was kicking real hard last night and I was tired and hungry but I can't have half the things I'm craving because it makes me sick..." Your favourite foods had become inedible, even the smell of some of them made you queasy. An unfortunate symptom of your pregnancy and Michael had promised to bring you all your favourite foods for your first meal after giving birth.

Your eyes shift away from him out of guilt, Michael's hand stills on your ankle, "Hey, look at me."

You flick your eyes back to him, rewarded with your ankle massage ongoing, pressing into the tightness there, "You don't have to explain, I get it. I mean, I don't get it because I'm not pregnant, but I understand. You feeling better this morning, mama?"

"A little...I'm just really tired." You feel like staying in bed all day, not moving, just curling under the covers for an entire day until you feel like maybe you have some energy again.

"I know, but you've got to get your body moving, baby, the doctor said you can't be lying down too much."

"I know..." You hate that he's right. You'd been told to stay active, that not moving would make birth ten times harder on your body, but it didn't make it any easier to keep active when you were so goddamn tired all the time.

"What if you came to the rink with me? To see the boys?" He's pulling out the big guns because Michael knows you love going to the rink, you love watching practices and most of all you love the team. The guys treat you so well that sometime Michael has to remind himself that you're married to him, that he doesn't need to worry.

"Yeah?" He considers it a victory the moment you start smiling at him even if you haven't agreed yet.

"Mmm, and after at least 5 of 'em will try to buy you lunch but I'll do it because I'm your husband and that's my job," You can already imagine the scramble to pay for your lunch, the rush to hold doors for you. Each of the guys has been overly considerate of you since your pregnancy was announced, attentive to the point of overbearing like having a hockey team of brothers, uncles and fathers.

"Yeah? Subway?"

"If that's what you want or Wendy's or Taco Bell or anything you want." Michael scoots up nearer to you at the head of the bed, hand reaching out to cup your cheek and brush a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

"Do you think Logan will wear those stupid sunglasses for me?"

"Do you want him too?"

"Yeah, he looks silly in them, makes me smile."

"Give me a sec..." He's already reaching for his phone, shooting off a text message to Cools to demand he wear those ridiculous shades to make you smile. The response is quick, one word, a simple yes because Logan Cooley has no issues having a bit of fun if it makes you smile.

Michael grins at you, thumb brushing against your jaw, "Yeah, he's gonna wear 'em for you...should I be concerned that you have my entire team wrapped around your pinkie?"

"No, cause I only want you." You try to lean over to kiss him but barely move before Michael's doing the leaning for you, to ease the strain on your neck and back. You kiss him brief and soft, barely moving away, just enough so both of you can talk.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm, love you the most." You do love the entire team, but it's different, oh it's different. They're the mad group of gremlins who make you smile but you're not in love with them like you are Michael. You'd pick him any day of the week.

"Uh, so you love them?" There's that little jealous pout that brushes your lips, a reminder that Michael ultimately loves you so much that the idea of you loving anyone else even platonically sets his hackles rising.

"Well, they do buy me food..." You tease knowing he'll bite, he always does.

"Okay, but you love me most, right?"

"No doubt about it."

"Good, cause I love you the most too,"

"Even more than Logan and Josh?"

"Oh, fucking 100% more than those two idiots."

[tennessoui]

Sooo I know you have another essay to write buuuut when you have time, could you do #25? Please and thank you!!!

Good luck with getting your essay done!! 🥰

here you go!

[from this list of prompts]

[2. 'have you lost your damn mind?' - 5. 'are you jealous' - 13. 'kiss me.' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 19. 'the paint is supposed to go where?' - 22. 'i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice' (LATEST) - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

25. 'i can't believe you talked me into this.'

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Barriss mutters under her breath, far too loudly for Ahsoka's comfort.

"If you keep grumbling, he's gonna hear us from parsecs away," Ahsoka snaps, pushing against her arm. "And I didn't talk you into anything. We're just bringing Master Kenobi a slice of honey cake for his Temple Day."

"You talked me into wearing this stupid hat," Barriss points out, gesturing up to the cone atop her head. "And waking up at 0500 to do this."

"It's not my fault he likes to wake early," Ahsoka sniffs and adjusts her own coned hat. She'd looked it up. It's a Stewjoni birthday tradition, and since Jedi don't really mark their birthdays, given that many birthdays aren't known or precisely documented, she thinks it's alright to mix traditions in the name of celebration.

It's Master Obi-Wan's Temple Day, which means that one hundred years ago--or, apparently, thirty-seven to be exactly--on this day, Master Kenobi was brought to the Temple and adopted by the Jedi.

"I don't even like Master Kenobi all that much," Barriss says, and Ahsoka elbows her.

Probably the first and most important lesson her master ever taught her is that everyone likes Master Kenobi. To suggest otherwise is highly dangerous if Master Skywalker's in hearing range.

"Shut up, yes you do," Ahsoka says and pushes the cake plate into her friend's hand so that she can study the lockpad outside Master Kenobi's door. "If you didn't, you wouldn't be bringing him cake at 0500 on his Temple Day. Now be quiet, I'm trying to remember what digits Skyguy uses to gain access."

It'd help the most if Skyguy had answered the twenty comms she'd sent him last night, when she'd thought up her surprise for Master Kenobi's Temple day. But he hadn't even opened them. If it weren't for their training bond, Ahsoka wouldn't even know he was alive. They've been on Coruscant for three days, and she hasn't seen him since de-boarding.

She thinks maybe he and Senator Amidala made up, though she's not supposed to know about that. Not about their fight, not about their relationship. Her master thinks she's too young to hear about any of it, even though she's still got eyes.

It'd surprise her if they did get back together, from what Ahsoka's pieced together, but nothing else explains Anakin's absence.

But anyway.

It would be so much easier if Anakin were with her, because Anakin knows the code to get into Master Kenobi's quarters like he knows everything else about Master Kenobi.

But part of the reason Ahsoka's gone to all the trouble of finding the coned hats and making the honey cake--from scratch!--and roping Barriss in to help her with the whole thing is that if Anakin has gotten back together with Padmé, he's liable to forget all about Master Kenobi's Temple day, and Master Kenobi is liable to get really sad about it.

So Ahsoka is here, just in case Anakin remains...indisposed. It's what Master Kenobi deserves. He's a great Grandmaster. Some would probably even say he takes on a lot of master-like duties when it comes to teaching Ahsoka, and Ahsoka wouldn't argue. It's sort of nice to have two masters who look after her and encourage her to become the best Jedi she can be, even though that also means she has two masters who enjoy nagging at her all the time.

"Oh!" she says as the lockpad beside the door flashes green and opens. "Huh. That's funny."

"What?" Barriss asks, holding the cake plate in front of her like it's a shield.

"Oh, the doorpad code is Anakin's Temple day," Ahsoka says as she steps through the door. "It's ironic is all, that--Skyguy?"

"Ahsoka!?" Her master is in the kitchen unit. In Master Obi-Wan's kitchen unit. At 0500 in the morning.

And...shirtless?

"Master, put on a shirt!" Ahsoka yelps, turning her face away and covering her eyes. Beside her, Barriss makes a noise of disgust. "What are you even doing here? Naked?"

"Me?" Anakin's voice is high-pitched and far too loud for what had been a quiet morning. His words are accompanied by the sounds of a scramble around the area. Ahsoka doesn't even want to know what her master is doing. "Me--what are you doing here? It's not even 0600!"

"It's Master Obi-Wan's Temple day!" Ahsoka cries back, risking a peek over her fingers. Anakin has found and clothed himself in a striped and frilly yellow apron, which--well, it'll have to be do. "But why are you standing naked in Master Obi-Wan's kitchen unit?"

Barriss coughs. "Ahsoka, I think--we should probably..."

Anakin's face is beet red, and it grows to a worrying shade of purple when there's a clatter from further in the quarters. "I'm...uh. I was making Obi-Wan breakfast," he says.

"There's no food out," Ahsoka points out.

"I spilled it on myself," Anakin snaps. "So obviously, I took off my shirt because it had food on it, and how do you know the code to Obi-Wan's quarters anyway, padawan?"

Ahsoka glares back at him. "Show me the shirt," she demands.

"Ahsoka, really, I think we should go," Barriss says right as Anakin begins to bluster about laundry chutes and steaming clothes or something.

"Anakin?" Master Obi-Wan's voice calls, sounding confused. "What's taking so long, darli--"

"Your grandpadawan's here!" Anakin sounds shrill. He looks--

Ahsoka peers closer at him now that the shock of his presence has begun to wear off. He looks relatively freshly mauled.

"With her friend!" Anakin adds. His eyes dart between Ahsoka, Barriss, the cake, and the door. "They wanted to surprise you!"

Five long moments pass before the door at the end of the hall opens and Master Obi-Wan emerges, sleep clothes clearly rumpled and robe thrown on in a hurry. There's a worrying flush on his cheeks as well, and Ahsoka has never seen his hair so mussed up. "Oh," he says, looking between Ahsoka and Barris, and Anakin and his...apron. "Well, I am. Ah. Very surprised, padawan. Thank you."

Ahsoka nods at Anakin: this is more the reaction she'd expected. "Happy Temple Day, Master Obi-Wan," she tells him and then blinks at him, as he comes further into the light. "You have a bruise on your neck, Master," she tells him. "Was it from a fight?"

Barriss makes a distressed sound at the same time that Anakin does.

"Oh," Master Obi-Wan says, hand flying unerringly to the spot and covering it with his fingers. "It must have been, yes. I was in the training salles yesterday. I'll apply bacta on it this morning."

"I didn't want to do this," Barriss informs them, thrusting the cake plate back into Ahsoka's hands. "And I apologize for being here."

"I'm sorry you're here too," Ahsoka thinks her master mutters.

"Nonsense," Master Obi-Wan says. "Cake, anyone? It looks lovely, Ahsoka."

[loveesiren]

vali!!! congrats on 1.5k, it’s so deserved. you already know you’re one of my fave people and i’m so glad everyone else knows you’re amazing too.

✍️ for seunghyun with this from the sms prompts: [ 📲 sms: ]  you’re single. i'm single. i feel like this is a problem we can solve together.

okay bye queen ilysm 💕

I love you so very much, sissy!!! Thank you for always being amazing and supporting me :') <3

Sorry in advance that this kinda sucks 😭 but it did end up kind of long ;P

Vali's 1500 Celebration

warnings: smut (fingering), edging kinda?

wc: 1.2k+

You sat hunched in the studio chair, fingers aimlessly twisting knobs on the soundboard while Seunghyun hummed into the mic, ad-libbing melodies that probably wouldn’t even make the final cut. His voice echoed through the monitors, smooth and unbothered. Meanwhile, your patience was thinning.

You glanced at the clock, lips pressing into a line. You were supposed to be out by now—getting drinks, maybe laughing, maybe kissing someone who seemed decent enough on paper. But instead, here you were, babysitting the booth and trying not to let your irritation show.

Your phone buzzed beside you. You snatched it up, heart tugging toward hope even though your gut already knew.

Sorry, can’t make it tonight.

Of course not. Third time's the charm, right? You stared at the message for a beat, then replied with a dry thumbs-up before hitting block. Your stomach sank. Not because you liked him all that much, but because you were tired—tired of hoping, tired of trying, tired of being a second thought.

Your mood dipped hard, and it must've shifted your whole vibe, because a second later, Seunghyun stopped mid-note. His voice cut out, and you looked up to see him pulling the headphones off, brow furrowed as he pushed open the booth door.

He studied you with those dark, observant eyes. “Alright, what’s going on?”

You shook your head, leaning back in the chair. “Nothing. Doesn’t matter.”

“You sure? ‘Cause you’ve got that face.”

“What face?”

“The one that says, ‘I’m two seconds from committing a felony.’”

You let out a dry laugh. “My date bailed. Again.”

Seunghyun tilted his head, watching you. “He’s a fucking idiot.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t planning to marry the guy. I just needed to fu—” You stopped yourself, cheeks burning as your mouth snapped shut.

His lips curved into a slow, amused smirk. “You just needed to what, exactly?”

You rolled your eyes, looking anywhere but at him. “Nothing. Forget it. Let’s finish the track.”

He stepped closer, voice lowering with a teasing lilt. “No no… I’d much rather you finish your sentence.”

Your eyes met his, tension humming like static between you. You swallowed thickly, heart pounding with a rhythm far more dangerous than any track you were trying to produce.

“I just…” you paused, eyes flicking downward as heat rushed to your cheeks, “It’s been a while. Okay?”

A soft blush bloomed across your skin, and you hated how easy it was for Seunghyun to notice.

His grin widened, something mischievous dancing behind his eyes. “Hey,” he said gently, “I get it. I know the feeling.”

You gave a weak, embarrassed smile, unsure how to steer the conversation anywhere but here. Your fingers fidgeted with the sleeve of your hoodie, heart thudding way too loudly for how casual you were trying to appear.

And then, just as you were about to awkwardly change the subject, he said it.

“Want me to help you out?”

You blinked. “W-What?”

He leaned in a little, voice low and smooth. His gaze locked with yours and held it. “I said… do you want me to help you out?”

You stared at him, lips parted, trying to wrap your head around what he was actually offering. “Why would you—what do you mean—are you serious?” you stammered, each word more breathless than the last.

Seunghyun’s smirk deepened. “You’re single. I’m single. Seems like a problem we could solve together.” He paused, giving you an out. “But only if you want to.”

You opened your mouth to say something reasonable—rational—but instead, your traitorous heart answered first.

“I do!” you blurted, eyes going wide the second the words left your mouth. “I mean… I want to…I just—shit.”

Seunghyun chuckled under his breath, stepping in close enough that you could smell the faint trace of his cologne. He tilted his head, eyes flicking to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

“You look really fucking cute when you’re nervous,” he murmured.

“Oh my God, shut up,” you said, swatting his chest half-heartedly with a smile. “I’m not nervous.”

He caught your hand easily, holding it gently between his fingers before tugging you just a little closer. His breath was warm against your lips, his voice barely a whisper now.

“No?” he teased. “Then why’s your heart beating so fast?”

You couldn’t speak—your breath hitched, your mind blank, overtaken by the magnetic pull of him. Your gaze dropped to his lips, heavy with longing, suddenly desperate to know what he tasted like.

And as if he could hear the thought echoing through your skull, Seunghyun leaned in and captured your mouth in a kiss that was anything but tentative—hot, hungry, and laced with weeks of unspoken tension.

You let out a soft moan into his mouth, arms winding around his neck as he guided you backward, his hands firm on your waist. You gasped softly as he lifted you onto the edge of the desk, stepping between your legs like he belonged there—like he knew just how long you’d wanted this.

The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against your lips, asking for entry. You opened for him willingly, greedily, fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders to reveal the hard lines beneath.

He broke the kiss only long enough to trail his lips down your neck, kissing and nipping at your throat, your collarbone, making your skin burn with desire. His hands slipped to the waistband of your pants, fingertips teasing the hem.

He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your skin. “Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he muttered, sliding his hand into your pants, fingers brushing the soaked fabric of your panties.

You tugged him closer, your body already trembling. “Been a while,” you whispered, smirking against his lips.

He chuckled, dark and amused, his fingers grazing your entrance before sliding up to your clit, gathering your slick. “It’s so fucking hard to focus when you walk around looking like that every day.”

You gasped as he pushed a finger inside you, your hips twitching forward. His pace was slow, deliberate, drawing out every ounce of anticipation.

“Fuck…” you breathed, head falling forward against his shoulder.

“That feel good, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered, barely able to nod.

He stilled his hand. “Use your words.”

“Please… need more,” you begged, your voice needy and trembling.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, adding a second finger and curling them as he pumped deeper, faster. The pleasure came in waves, crashing through you, your moans muffled by his mouth as he kissed you again.

“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he whispered, watching the way your body writhed under his touch. “Cum for me, baby. And don’t worry…” His lips brushed your ear. “It won’t be the only time tonight.”

You were so close, the coil tightening in your belly, your nails digging into his shoulders—

*SLAM*

The sound of a door slamming echoed down the hallway.

You both froze.

“What the fuck was that?” you gasped, breathless, heart racing for a very different reason now.

Seunghyun’s eyes narrowed, head tilting toward the studio door. “No one else is supposed to be here…”

You could hear them now—faint voices, footsteps approaching. Panic flared in your chest.

Seunghyun looked back at you, fingers still buried deep inside, his voice low and urgent. “What do you say we take this back to my place?”

You were panting, trembling, desperate.

“Please,” you whispered.

He grinned, kissing your forehead as he carefully withdrew his fingers, brushing one last teasing stroke against your thigh.

“Then let’s get the hell out of here before someone sees how wrecked you already are.”