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Unexpected Alpha | Spooktober 2023

@sweetracha asked: Chan has been hiding his werewolf side from reader for awhile now but being caught up with work he forgot to check the moon cycles. Cue reader finding out about his other side. Now Channie has always been the confident dom in the relationship so you thought no different when he turned wolf. You were so...so...so wrong

❣ Summary: When an overworked Chris forgets about his rut, you're quick to help him through it. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 4.89k ❣ Warnings: Hybrid! AU, Werewolf! Chris, he has a big dick, smut, comfort, slight angst, praise, begging, riding, creampies, Dom/Sub dynamics, slight Switch! Chris, implied multiple rounds ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Alpha [once], and Darling, Reader is referred to as Baby, Princess, Good Girl, and Love, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023

Chris was always on top of everything, it was one of the things he prided himself on when it came to his life; he kept track of schedules and deadlines, he made sure everyone was clear on instructions and plans, and he managed healthy routines - outside of his sleep schedule.

He made sure everything was perfect and went according to the plan carefully crafted in his head, and not just for his sake - but for yours.

It had been a while since the world was introduced to nearly half of its population being some sort of shifter - hell, the industry was wonderfully saturated with shifters and shifter supporters itself - but things were different when it came to you.

You knew he was a shifter, he’d let you know that since the beginning - he just didn’t let you know what type of shifter he was; and, no, it wasn’t because he wanted to lie to you, far from it.

He was trying to protect you.

It was always speculation on what type of shifter he was amongst the fans, majority of them settling on a dog type of some sort - some even going so far as picking breeds - and they weren’t wrong in a sense, but they definitely weren’t in the right vein.

He was a wolf shifter; a werewolf for the sake of lesser words - an alpha to be exact, and though they weren’t the rarest of shifters, they weren’t regarded in the highest of honors when it came to the general media and in the same breath they were often fetishized to fit a specific stereotype.

Chris swore he would tell you when the time was right - he knew you were one of the biggest supporters when it came to all shifters - but his fear of your reaction always held him back; his fear of losing you over something he’d seen so many people before him get ridiculed for making the confession die on his tongue.

So, fate took matters in their own hands.

He knew something was wrong when he woke up with a start, an all too familiar heat blanketing his barely clothed body and coating him in a thin sheen of sweat, his senses dialed to ten as he took in the way the fan in the corner spread your scent around the bedroom; cinnamon and pound cake with an undercut of strawberries.

A low rumble vibrated through his chest, and he was close to chalking it up to a random heat spike until a flash of pain struck through his abdomen, a sharp hiss passing through clenched teeth as he tried his best not to wake you.

No… This wasn't- Could it?

Scooting his body away from the loose spooning position you both were in, he rolled onto his back and stretched his arm out in search of his phone on the nightstand. Feeling the sleek device against his fingers, he grabbed it and wasted no time in unlocking it with his fingerprint; squinting against the brightness in search for his calendar.

His worst fear was confirmed at the sight of a little red bubble highlighting the current day, the single letter ‘R’ reminding him of the one thing that managed to slip his mind among all the hustle and bustle of his life.

His rut was starting.

“Fuck… Fuck!” He whispered, eyes flicking to the time before turning off his phone and returning it back to its charging block.

He always had a plan when it came to his rut; he would stay at the dorm under the guise of saving time on transportation for early schedules, lock himself in his room, and do everything in his power to quell the almost insatiable urge to claim and breed - more specifically, claim and breed you.

However, his schedules lately have been drowning him to no end in work, recordings, practices, and preparing for their next comeback - always ending the day with him slugging his way through a shower and ultimately passing out in bed next to your already sleeping form.

There was no way he could justify a 1:43 AM trip to the dorms, if he had to stay at the dorms he’d be there straight from the JYP building, and if there were an emergency then he’d get a call that would wake both you and him.

Should he just risk it? Lie to you yet again and leave you in your shared bed alone?

His stomach turned at the thought, a displeased growl emanating from his throat.

“Channie?”

He could feel his heart - and dick - jump at the sound of your sleep laced voice, sharp eyes watching in the dark as you shuffled around to face him; even with a puffy face and barely open eyes, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

“‘S everything okay? The kids alright?”

His breath caught, mind running too wild for his own good - kids, you were so caring, so selfless, nurturing, he could give you his kids, he could give you his pups.

“Chris?” You blinked at him, confusion threading through your voice as you reached your hand out to touch him, “Are you-”

His hand shot out to grab you by the wrist, grip tightening in the smallest of ways as he kept you from coming any closer.

“Don’t.” He gritted, willing himself to ignore the feeling of your pulse beneath his fingertips - a slight jump, a hint of worry, a spike of fear spicing your scent. “I- I’m sorry, baby, but I - I need to leave.”

Lips drawn into a frown, your eyebrows creased softly, “You need to- why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, love-”

“Then why do you have to leave? Is it one of the boys?”

“No, they’re fine-”

“So what is it? What aren’t you telling me?”

The broken sound in your voice was making his head spin, every instinct within him urging him to comfort you, to make you feel better - he could make you feel better, you could make him feel better.

“Christopher,” you started, sitting up enough to prop yourself up with your left hand, gazing down at him with soft eyes, “tell me what’s going on, baby, please, let me help you.”

Caring, understanding, open and willing, you’d shown him time and time again that you weren’t scared of them, you weren’t scared of him - so why did he keep telling himself to push you away?

Why did he never realize that hiding from you was doing the exact opposite to what he was trying to do?

Blinking hard, he let go of your wrist in favor of pressing his hand to his face, the faint hint of strawberries simultaneously calming him and sending him into a mental spiral.

“I… I’m- It’s my rut, and I-” Dragging his hand across his face, he let it fall to the small space between the both of you, staring defeatedly at the ceiling above, “I don’t want to put that pressure onto you, I don’t trust myself to be around you.”

There was a beat of silence, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, scared of what expression you could have been holding - that is, until he felt the bed shift and a familiar weight settle itself around his hips, just barely hovering above his lap.

His eyes snapped to yours, hands instinctively finding their home on your hips, hidden underneath the familiar cotton of his t-shirt. “Baby-”

“Chris,” your voice was firm, almost challenging as your hands slid to cover his, “I don’t want you to keep hiding yourself from me.” Feeling his body tense, you nodded softly, “Yeah - I figured out why you always went to the dorms for days on end, and I thought you’d come to me when you were ready but you didn’t.”

He could feel the disappointment radiating off of you, tinging the sweet aroma he knew and loved - he had royally fucked up.

“Princess, I’m sorry - I’m so, so sorry, I really didn’t mean to-”

“I know, baby, you meant well and I love you for that - you’re so selfless it makes me want to punch you sometimes.” A light laugh rolled past your lips and you felt him slightly deflate underneath you, relaxing just a bit, “So, to make up for it, you’re going to let me be selfish and let me help you from now on.”

He went to open his mouth in retaliation but you beat him to the punch, lowering yourself onto his lap fully, nestling his clothed cock against your equally clothed cunt, the warmth barely hidden behind the cotton short circuiting his brain.

“You will let me help you, because you and I both know this pussy is leagues better than whatever you’d be using at the dorm.”

“M-My hand,” he gritted, chest heaving with deep breaths as he tried to ignore the pulsing coming from you or him or both.

“Just your hand?” You mused, tilting your head slightly.

“That’s all I’m admitting right now.” Licking his lips, he paused for a second, “Well, not all - there’s one other thing…” Watching as you nodded for him to continue, he let out a slow breath, “I’m not a dog.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I… I never called you a d-”

“I’m a wolf.”

“Oh.”

Okay, that throb definitely came from you.

“An alpha.”

“Oh.”

The spike in your scent nearly made him lightheaded, the headiness of your arousal further thickening the already addicting smell, “A-And I promise I’ll be gentle, but if it’s too much-”

“Safeword.” You finished for him, the conversation mirroring one you’ve both had before, “I promise I’ll let you know - now, can I help you?”

Chris wasn’t sure how he was able to contain himself as long as he was with you on top of him, looking down at him with so much warmth, understanding, acceptance - that would’ve been enough to get him through the next few days alone.

Well, in theory, at least.

Nodding to your question, he watched as your lips pulled into a soft smile before your hands moved to tug at your shirt, “Help me take this off?”

He didn’t need to be told twice as his hands moved down to the hem that was pooled around your hips, fingers hooking underneath and dragging along your sides as he slowly slid the fabric up your torso,

Meeting him halfway, you pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, throwing it to some dark reach of the bedroom to be found at a later time, hopefully.

A slow hiss escaped him, large hands running across your sides and up your stomach, blazing a trail to cup your breasts in his palms. “Fuck me…”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you teased, arching into the warmth of his hands, “I thought you’d be absolutely ravaging me by now, mister wolf.”

He scoffed out a laugh, peering up at you with inquisitive eyes, “You want me to?”

“Helping you includes letting you use me however you need, so; please, Chris, use me.”

His body shivered underneath you, and before you knew it your nipples were subject to the slightly cold air of the room yet again - budding quickly in the change of temperature as his hands flew to your panties.

“Up.” He murmured, low tone bordering on a growl.

Heeding his command, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, just for a harsh tearing sound to reach your ears and bring your slightly dazed attention to your panties - or rather, the remains of your panties. He quickly tore a line down the other side before tugging it from underneath you, the sorry excuse for underwear nothing more than an ‘H’ shaped cloth before being flung into the darkness.

“Babe!”

“I’ll buy you more, whatever you want, whenever you want,” he huffed nonchalantly, bringing his right hand to your face, tapping his finger against your pouted bottom lip, “now, open.”

Choosing to save your faux sadness for another time, you parted your lips and brought two of his fingers into your mouth, tongue immediately swirling around the digits as you sucked lightly.

His eyes fluttered, dick painfully and pitifully straining against his boxer briefs, eagerly recalling the way that same tongue felt against his length - tomorrow, for sure.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, he brought his hand back down between your parted legs, ghosting against your outer lips, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded reassuringly, “Promise.”

With your confirmation, he dipped his fingers between your lips, collecting your arousal on his spit-slicked digits before pressing them against your slit, slowly sinking them in all the way to his knuckles.

A low moan fell from your lips as his fingers stretched you open, head lolling back with bated breaths while your thighs slightly shook from holding yourself up, “C-Can’t you go faster? We’ve had sex before, baby, I know what you feel like.”

“Ruts are… It’s different than how things normally are,” he murmured, setting a thorough pace of curling his fingers with fluid motions of his wrist, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Patience was never your friend, especially when it came to having your boyfriend in the best way imaginable, and you huffed in disdain. “You won’t- ah, hurt me, I’m wet enough, you can feel it, you know I am!”

He growled your name through gritted teeth, noting the way your walls clenched around his fingers in response, “I know you’re excited, but I know how this works - I’m not fucking you until I know you’re ready.”

He was right, you knew he was, but you were desperate - you needed this as much as he did and maybe he was aware of that, too. Maybe he knew how much you missed him, wholly and truly as you watched him slowly get taken over by work and worry.

Sparing him the rest of your needy insistence, you adjusted yourself to lean over him, resting your bare chest against his while laying your cheek against his pillow; inadvertently opening yourself up more for his fingers to work through.

“Good girl,” Chris cooed, his free hand cupping the outside of your thigh, “it’ll be quick, I swear.”

If there was one thing to know about Chris, it was that he kept his promises, and somewhere between the hums of praise against your ear and the well timed strokes of his fingers, you found yourself three fingers deep and on the cusp of an orgasm.

“Channie, please,” you panted against his pillowcase, head spinning and ears picking up on the wet sound of his fingers dutifully working you toward your high, “wanna- fuck- wanna come on your dick, please? Please, baby, can I?”

“Love, I…” The attempt of formulating an excuse died on his tongue - you were ready, he could feel it in more ways than one, the evidence dripping down the palm of his hand.

Pushing yourself to your forearms, you hovered over his body with all the strength you could muster, gazing down at him with lust fogged eyes. “I-I told you, if it was too much I’d let you know, remember? Chris, please,” dipping your head down, your lips pressed against his plump pair in what you could only express as hopeless desperation, “this is too much, I want you in me, now.”

A shaky breath fell from his lips as his fingers stilled, willing himself to focus on the pressure of your forehead against his while your words did everything in their power to rouse his instincts.

You were ready, you wanted him - he needed you.

The next thing you registered was the long, slow drag of his fingers out of your pussy, the way your walls clenched around nothing almost enough to make you beg for him to go back to fingering you; that is, if it weren’t for the feeling of his forearms brushing against the inside of your thighs.

It was a short struggle of working his boxer briefs down his thighs with you still on top of him, but he persevered and soon they were shuffled down his legs and kicked off the side of the bed, leaving you both fully naked under the cool light of the moon streaming through the window.

You wasted no time in sitting up fully yet again, reaching behind you to take his dick in your hand and running the smooth tip along your dripping folds.

“Baby, hold- oh, fuck-” Chris’ hands flew to your hips as you began sinking down on him, his mind going blank at the feeling of your all-too-tight walls hugging every inch of his girth.

“S-So big,” you gasped, eyebrows pinching as you sunk further, “it feels- jesus christ, it feels bigger - oh my god-”

“I told you, everything’s different when I’m in rut - everything.” Hissing out a short breath, he blinked away the haze and watched your face, “Don’t rush yourself, take it slow - and if it hurts-”

“-safeword, I know, baby, just-” Sucking in a breath, you steeled your nerves before releasing it in a slow exhale, relaxing your muscles as best as you could, “I know you trust me, but I need you to trust yourself, okay?”

Blinking up at you, he let your words settle in his head - he trusted you beyond a shadow of a doubt, no questions asked, but now he needed to show himself that same level of love.

So, he did; relaxing against the bed to witness you gently fuck yourself with the half of his length currently inside of you, your hands played against his chest for further support.

With each inch slid out came a new inch that slid in, airy moans floating past your lips as you felt your walls flutter to accompany the new stretch until you were sat in his lap and twitching at the promise of your first orgasm.

“Good girl, look at you - fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

This was better than anything he could’ve dreamt of; the way your nails dug into his chest, your head bowed as you tried composing yourself as best you could, all while your pussy hugged him in a way that made his hormonal mind spin.

“B-Big.” You gasped out, involuntarily clenching your walls with a sharp inhale, “So big, Channie.”

Truly you meant to say more, you wanted to talk about how perfect he was and how good he felt, but your brain was set on how immensely full you were and how the stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt despite how big he normally was to begin with.

“I told you,” he taunted in a sing-song voice, shifting his hips upwards and earning a high pitched mewl from you in return, “but you wanted to prove yourself, wanted to help your wolf, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” nodding mindlessly, you locked your eyes with his own, watery and blown out with lust, “wanna help you - want you to use me, baby.”

His breath caught, hands flexing against the flesh of your thighs as he fought back the urge to make do on your words - not yet.

“Use me first, love.” Sliding his hands up to your hips, Chris held you tight, “Come for me, then I’ll show you how thankful I am for you, yeah?”

You nodded once more before shifting your pressure onto your calves and his chest, rising halfway off of his cock to sink back in a slow rhythm - though, even that simple motion had a breathless whimper falling from your lips. After another test bounce, you picked up the pace and rode him with as much vigor as you could muster; his grip on you guiding and assisting your motions in the process.

Ragged pants and moans filled the room, though most of the sounds came from you as you fought against the fiery licks of your orgasm at your heels, wanting to ride him as close to completion as you possibly could - not that you fared any better with him any other time.

“I can feel you clenching, baby,” he grunted, bucking his hips up at your next fall, “gonna come for me? Are you gonna come for me, princess?”

“Mhm- ‘M close,” your body felt like it was on fire, thighs burning with exertion through each rise and fall that brought you closer and closer to that sweet release. “Please, please, Chris, I’m so close.”

On instinct, he brought his right hand up from its place on your hip and pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, watching as you graciously parted your lips to lick at the pad before he brought it back down to the apex of your thighs; spreading your lower lips to press his slick thumb against your clit.

It only took a few well timed flicks for you to stutter in your riding, freezing in his lap as your pussy fluttered and clenched sporadically; clipped breaths and broken moans of his name filling the air.

“Ah, C-Chris- Chris!”

The way your nails dug into his chest should’ve hurt - there would undoubtedly be marks left behind in the morning - but the only thing running through his mind was the way you looked practically vibrating in his hold, your scent further flooding his senses as the warmth of your cum further slickened his cock.

You barely had the chance to fully come down from your high when you felt a shift - then, you were falling, your back landing on the mattress and a pillow cushioning the back of your head; you were on your back now, and hovering above you was your massive, borderline feral, boyfriend.

“Did so good for me,” he purred, hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, then down again to your thighs and the backs of your knees, “such a good girl, my good girl - mine.”

A shiver ran down your spine, your pussy clenching around his length that was, surprisingly, still inside of you despite the change of positions.

“So perfect - can’t even believe you’re real sometimes.” He raised your legs up and slightly outward, eyes set in a firm gaze where you were still connected, “You deserve so much, ‘m gonna give you everything - anything you want, it’s yours.”

“You.” Breathless and starry-eyed, you spoke up once more, “I just want you, please, Chr- Please, alpha.”

The speed at which his eyes met yours would’ve made you think you said something horrendously wrong, but when all you saw was a shadow of dominance further darkening his lust blown irises, you knew your words coaxed something free.

“You want me?” His tone was low, velvety, though the grip on the backs of your knees tightened and, without warning, he bucked his hips forward to sheath a lingering inch or so back inside of you, “Then take me, princess.”

If anything, his words were a warning for what was soon to come as you were held spread open for his viewing pleasure; the sound of the mattress squeaking becoming a background tempo to the rhythmic slapping of his thighs to the bottom of your ass - fast and deep, each thrust slowly inching your body up the bed as he easily followed.

Your hand pressed against the headboard, anchoring you in place before the top of your head could meet the wood, while the other wrapped around his forearm and held on for dear life - the only thing leaving your mouth being short moans and a chorus of ‘ah, ah, ah’s.

“I’ll give you everything,” Chris huffed breathlessly, his heated gaze traveling up your body before landing on your face, “all of me - my love, my knot, my cum-” A shudder ran through his body, his thrusts growing faster, “-every last drop, just like you want, yeah?”

The closest thing to a confirmation you could offer was a rapid nod of your head, eyes rolling as the fat head of his cock brushed against a spot that had you seeing stars.

“Words, baby - tell me.”

“Yes!” You cried out, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as your second orgasm reared its head, “W-Want it- Want your knot! Need you to- F-Fuck, need you to fill me, please!”

Suddenly, you were dragged from the top of the bed toward the middle with ease, the presence of his hands behind your knees now changing to him locking your legs around his hips and propping himself up above you on his forearms.

“I’ll knot you so well, baby,” his nose brushed against yours, lips ghosting with each hushed word, “give you everything I have - I’ll make sure it sticks, you just need to take it.”

You panted pleas and promises against his lips, your arms locking around his shoulders as a hand found its way to his hair, while the other splayed across the top of his back - too far gone to fully consider the words he was saying, you just needed him.

“You can take it, you can take it.” He murmured softly, a stark contrast to the frantic thrusts currently shaking your body, “I know you can take it, right? It’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.”

A sudden grind of his hips had you flying over the edge of your second orgasm unexpectedly, barely managing a sharp moan as your back arched off of the bed as best it could with him caging you in.

Chris shivered, driving into you with short, sharp ruts as his orgasm finally began to show, the anticipation making him pant heavily above you while his eyes scanned your blissed out face; your body thrumming with the aftershocks of your high.

“C-Channie.” You whimpered, eyebrows pinching as a new presence made itself known in your abdomen, “Channie, w-what-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed instantly, though his pace remained unchanged, “‘m almost there, princess, I just need-” A pained grunt escaped him, the beginnings of his knot starting to grow, “I need you to take it for me- Please, please, baby, take it, take me, okay? You can do it, you can.”

The increasing stretch made you keen, your nails now digging into his back in an attempt to counteract the pain, “It’s- It’s too much, baby - oh my god.” Despite your feigned protests, you found yourself locking your legs around his hips, your body more than willing to cross this next hurdle.

Each pull out became shallower and shallower, his knot slowly getting caught in your walls.

“Please, please, please, please, please.” He chanted desperately, his right hand fisting the crumpled sheets underneath you, “It can fit, it’ll fit - just a little more, princess, just a little-” The next thrust forward finally locked him in place, his knot fully surrounded by your tight walls, “Fuck! T-Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You shook underneath him, nonsensical babbles leaving your mouth as tears of pure pleasure streaked their way down your face, “I-I- C-Come, Channie, come- ‘S big, big-”

“I-I’m gonna,” Chris heaved above you, breath rugged and short, sweat dripping down his temples, “‘m gonna come, baby- I’m gonna- Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

His voice tapered off into a high pitched whine, followed by a groan as his cock throbbed inside of you, flooding your poor cunt with wave after wave of cum.

At some point you must’ve blacked out, because when you came to he was no longer gasping for air, however the ache between your legs was still very present - though, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay inside of you after a creampie.

“Baby? Princess? Are you okay? What’s your color?”

Smiling dazedly, you hummed happily with a soft sigh, “Green, so green.”

You went to stretch your legs when a short tug stopped you in your tracks, Chris groaning above you with a sharp breath, “Don’t- Don’t move, baby.”

Running back the last few moments of consciousness, you were quickly and graciously reminded of your new predicament - though, said memory caused more harm than good, as your walls fluttered involuntarily at the spicy recollection of events.

“Baby.”

“I’m sorry!” You pouted at him, hanging your hands from his wide shoulders, “I can’t help it, it was hot.”

Chris scoffed out a chuckle, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but we’re gonna be stuck like this for a little bit until my knot goes down, okay?”

Nodding, you gave him a soft tug, smiling as he dropped his weight to lay on top of you before tucking his head in the crook of your neck, littering butterfly kisses to the undoubtedly damp skin there.

“You did such a great job, baby,” he murmured softly, nosing at the underside of your jaw, “I’m so proud of you, and… Thank you for wanting to help me through this - seriously, you didn’t have to and I just… I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too, darling,” you scratched your nails against his scalp gently, a soft hum vibrating through his chest, “just remember that I’m here for you no matter what - when I say I love you, that means all of you.” Accepting his sign of understanding as him raising slightly to catch your lips in a slow kiss, you gave him a tired smile, “Now, let me take a quick nap, because you and I both know there’s more where that came from.”

“Yeah… You’re in for a long night, princess.”

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It's the thought - Izo x Reader

Look, I know I am supposed to be writing Spooktober things now, but I couldn't really let this pass without at least a little writing. So without any further ado, enjoy a little celebratory blurb for the one true love of my life, Izo! 2nd person. GN reader. Modern AU

It was a beautiful fall day: the leaves on the trees had been turning all shades of crimson, orange and yellow, and the temperatures had lowered from the scorching summer heat to something more pleasant, without being actually cold. Fall had officially started, and you were absolutely enjoying the atmosphere.

You were home alone for now, making use of the time you had to yourself to warm up the oven and get to baking. For fall, pumpkin spice everything seemed like the obvious choice- but not today. Today you had an entirely different mission: bake your boyfriend a cake. You had found a recipe online that was beginner-friendly yet ambitious: two layers and a cream frosting, soft pink details and strawberries. They were out of season now, but you knew how much Izo loved them, and you wouldn’t spare any effort for his birthday.

You’d been a little sad to be hearing he’d still be working today, as you had hoped he’d maybe take the day off for his birthday, but he’s never made a big deal out of it.

“When you’re my age, y/n, it truly doesn’t matter much anymore. It’s just another day. But, if you’d like, we can go out to dinner, the two of us?”

You had -of course- agreed, but since you were home anyway, you had decided that you wanted to surprise him as well. After all, he made such an effort of surprising and pampering you throughout the year, with little thoughtful gifts, flowers to make your house an even more beautiful place, takeout of your favorite meals whenever you were too tired to cook…

So you had gone out, purchased all the ingredients for a cake (and some more, just in case something went wrong), his favorite flowers, and put those in a vase on the table. You had made a card with a handwritten love letter earlier, and had now put it next to the vase and a little box that was neatly wrapped with a rose gold paper. Inside was a watch you had seen him eye a couple times before, but never purchasing it, because he felt like it was too expensive for a watch, especially since he still had one that was working perfectly fine still.

The oven signaled that it was done preheating, and you practically jumped from the sound, already confused how time was flying by so fast; you had barely set the table with gifts and hadn’t even started measuring and weighing the ingredients. You let the oven sit like that for now and got to quickly prepping the ingredients. Once preparations were over, it didn’t take too long for you to actually do the recipe. You made sure to follow the recipe to the letter, knowing that baking was more of a precision job than cooking usually was.

When the cake was finally in the oven, you cleaned up the counter and prepared the frosting. After that, you let the cake cool down on the counter while you tidied up the house. You opened up a window to let the room air out, and went upstairs to take a shower and get ready for your dinner date already. That way you could focus on cake decorating until Izo got home, and leave for the restaurant whenever he was ready, You didn’t want him to have to wait for you.

You put on your favorite music while washing up, loudly singing along and already imagining what the evening was going to be like. You were getting excited when-

You heard some noises downstairs, and even though the shower was running hot, you suddenly got cold shivers.

You then heard some yelling, and were ready to panic until you recognized the voice.

“Izo?” you walked downstairs carefully, nothing but a towel wrapped around your frame, still dripping wet, being careful not to slip.

“Y/n?” You sighed in relief when you realized it was in fact Izo who had come home much earlier than anticipated. Your relief was short lived when you realized your surprise was a little ruined now, and then replaced by worry when you saw his face, confused and not at all the way you had expected him to look when he saw what you were preparing.

“What was that sound?” You walked up to him, giving him a brief kiss, whispering a happy birthday against his lips. “Well… I will assume you were preparing a surprise for me?” You nodded, and he chuckled. “Did you by any chance leave food out and a window open?” You closed your eyes, cursing as you realized what had probably happened. “I think the neighborhood cat was just as surprised as you were to find me home early.” You walked into the kitchen with him, only to find little pawprints in frosting all over, and the cake that was cooling down ruined with tooth marks and paw- and clawprints and more frosting smeared all over. At the very least it looked like the creature hadn’t ingested too much, so you were sure it would be fine. You looked over at the table, relieved to see that at least your gift setup wasn’t bothered by the cake thief either.

Still, your relief was replaced with sadness, as you did put in all the effort. You felt your bottom lip tremble as you took in the view, only to be pulled out of your thoughts by a strong arm around your waist. Izo pulled you into his side, chuckling softly.

“I wanted to surprise you. You seemed a little deflated that I didn’t want to celebrate beyond going out for dinner, so I wanted to see if we could maybe have a fun afternoon. I got off a little early, only to see that you were preparing something as well”

You nodded.

“It was going to be a strawberry cake, your favorite” “Does that mean you have fresh strawberries in the fridge?” You didn’t see it, but you could hear the smile in his voice. “Yes”, you smiled as well. “And you got my favorite flowers,” he said, walking up to the table, taking you along with him with one arm still wrapped around your waist, the other softly touching the flowers, studying the arrangement. You looked at his face, admiring him instead of the flowers.

“Thank you.”

He turned to you before even opening the card or the present, and you smiled, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed about the whole situation: the failed surprise, the mess that the kitchen was, the fact that you were not ready, standing there shivering in your towel.

“You’re welcome, I wish it was mo-”

He shushed you with another kiss, effectively taking away most of your worries and otherwise negative feelings. He had that effect on you, immediately making you feel better with nothing but a loving gesture. "It's perfect”

You had no choice but to replace your frown with a smile as well.

“let me get dressed then, and then… we’ll celebrate” "And maybe clean up a little as well"

#izo x reader #izo one piece #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece izo #one piece x reader #izo imagine #izo x you #izou x reader #one piece izou #reader insert #2nd person pov #gn reader #birthday fic

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tellmealovestory · 6 months

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Cemetery

Summary: Eddie has an idea for where you guys can go to get some alone time.

Warnings: Implied smut.

Spooktober Masterlist

There was something about nighttime drives you love.

Maybe it’s the lack of cars on the road as the tires hum on the blacktop. Lights off in the houses that you pass. Nobody on the street to catch you and Eddie together relaying that information back to your parents who made their disapproval well known to you both.

Or maybe it’s that late at night, sitting in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, windows down letting the chill air in making the smoke from his joint swirl around it’s easy to imagine living somewhere else, somewhere you don’t have to hide your relationship and sneak around in search of alone time.

Sitting up straighter when you catch a quick glimpse of the inky black lake through the tall trees, anticipation thrums through your body knowing that in a matter of minutes you’ll be parked and crawling into the back seat of his van. Eddie’s firm body laying next to yours as you show him how much you missed him.

But as the headlights swing over the parking lot that anticipation plummets like a skydiver whose parachute doesn’t open when you see all the other cars parked with couples who seem to have the same idea.

Eddie senses your hesitation and reaches over to squeeze your knee as if to say it’s okay, nothing wrong with a little audience, but you have a different opinion on the matter.

“Now what?” you ask, slumping back against the seat, arms crossed over your chest like a petulant child who’s just been told no for the first time.

Eddie drums his fingers against the steering wheel, head cocked to the side in thought, pink tongue sticking out a little as his eyes scan over the full parking lot.

“You trust me?” he asks after a few minutes of silence and when he turns to you there’s a glint in his eyes that screams mischief and mayhem, but also an adventure and you’re someone who never turns down an adventure when it comes to Eddie Munson.

You don’t answer with words. Reaching for his hand you twine your fingers together, squeezing his always calloused palms and fingertips from years of playing guitar. Leaning over the console you press a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth and when his lips curl up from that first touch of your strawberry scented lip balm you finally answer his question.

“Always and forever, Eddie.”

“No. No. No. No.”

“Wait, baby, c’mon, just let me-”

“Eddie! No! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Uh you wanted somewhere quiet and empty. Did I not deliver you somewhere quiet and empty?”

Okay, maybe he had you there. It was quiet. And it was empty. But it was also a fucking cemetery full of dead people and probably ghosts and probably bored teenagers looking to prank some couple stupid enough to park and make out here.

“When you said you had an idea I thought you meant a park or something. Or an empty parking lot that the cops don’t patrol. Not here!” Your arm sweeps out to gesture to the headstones that are illuminated by Eddie’s headlights.

Rubbing at your goosebump covered arms a gentle breeze drifts through the still open windows and your earlier need for the man next to you is slowly fizzling when he shuts the van off.

It’s quiet now without the radio and the disc jockey spinning supposed ghost stories to scare the late night listeners in between tunes of Metallica and Iron Maiden.

You turn in your seat to face him, that glint in his eyes is shining brighter now than when it was at Lover’s Lake and despite your protests at hooking up in a cemetery, which you're not going to do because no, just no, you still lean over to cup his cheek.

Pressing your lips to his lightly Eddie is only too eager to kiss you back, deepening it as his tongue slides across your lower lip, but before things can get too heated which is an all too easy thing to happen when it comes to him you’re pulling back and settling into your seat again.

“I love you, but we are not hooking up in this cemetery and I can not believe how weird you are to think that this is okay.” There’s no malice or venom in your voice when you call him weird because he knows how much you enjoy that part of his personality.

There’s only a light teasing that he takes in stride because yeah, he is a little fucking weird, but it’s what keeps your relationship interesting and keeps you on your toes.

“Okay, okay.” He starts the van back up and it rumbles to life once again illuminating the cemetery in front of you. “Think I might have another place where we could try and be alone.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you laugh as you shake your head before turning more serious.

“It better not be the morgue, Eddie or I swear we are done,” you say and this time Eddie joins in on your laughter.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #my writing

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mamamittens · 7 months

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Room for One More+18

2/13 of Spooktober 2023

MarcoXOC(Ray)XAce --All werewolves.

@marco--the--phoenix

Marco and Ace are yanderes and alpha, beta respectively with Ray an omega.

Warnings: ABO dynamics, scent kink, dubcon, possessive/manipulative yandere behavior, threesome, unprotected sex, knotting, creampie, heat/rut, overstimulation, and marathon sex.

Word count: 5,520 (SHOCKINGLY, ngl)

Some things were just meant to be the way they were. Marco knew this and with time, accepted it. His own turning decades prior a combination of providence and bad luck. Luckily, he was accepted into the large and very accepting pack led by Whitebeard. An aged Omega werewolf who poured all his energy into rearing his pack and keeping his territory safe. A man he gladly called ‘father’ with little prompting.

He spent many nights during his first year sleeping besides his father, blooming instincts settled with the scent of old growth and seafoam.

There was some adjusting to his new ‘dynamic’ that came with being turned into a werewolf. As an alpha, he instinctively sought order through leadership. Personally ensuring day to day matters ran smoothly. A low tolerance for threats outside the den and a keen sense of territorial possessiveness that was banked with age. If his den wasn’t coated in his scent, or his father’s, he couldn’t sleep. Restless and aggressive to teases.

When Ace came blazing into their life, a lone beta wolf, there was an unusual switch-up. Ace’s instincts were a tangled mess of unmet needs and a desire to carve out his own place in life. Restless without a true purpose, as beta’s tended to be. Ironically more high strung than alphas or omegas, as their instincts demand they fine tune the dynamics around them. Patrol for threats and ensure things run smoothly in accordance to their alphas or omegas. Alone though, he snapped and snarled at any sign of authority. Daring someone to prove they were worth listening to.

It was a very long adjustment period, to put it lightly.

Now they were starting to strike out on their own as a mated couple. Still attached to their father’s den but feeling out life on their own. Marco was pleased at how well Ace and himself meshed. But there was something missing. That sense of home, something worth keeping safe. An omega.

Now, it wasn’t strictly necessary to have an omega in a pairing. Plenty of mated couples lacked an omega and did just fine. But for them, two wolves with strong instincts and memories of broken homes? It was something that went past yearning and into obsession.

For three years now, they’ve been scouting out possible matches.

Three years of failures to find someone who gets along with them and is an omega when turned.

Arguably, this wasn’t entirely unreasonable to expect. The turning only heightens what’s already there. Most people aren’t especially intense—ending up as betas. And more people are the type of aggressively proactive that winds up as alphas. Omegas, on the other hand, are a little more complicated. Nurturing and defensive, reactive and cunning. Not something that’s immediately apparent. They’re meant to form the center of a territory, though what that means changes over time and depending on the culture.

Omegas are the hearth to the beta’s kindling, to the alpha’s fire.

The failed prospects were guided to their father, who gladly took them in, already aware of what they were doing.

Marco was thankful that he’d been able to convince Ace to not go forward with any advances until they knew their potential mate was an omega. It would have made things incredibly awkward to have a string of failed courtships being funneled into their home den. They’d never hear the end of it.

But Ray? Ray was promising. So promising they’d taken to going out on runs before their dates to keep from doing something rash.

Ace raced through bushes and weaved between trees like a shadow dappled with strawberry blond spots like sunshine across his pelt. Silver eyes cutting into the afternoon light as he panted. Marco kept an easy pace, his golden blond fur stark against the dark foliage. Tail and limbs tipped a glowing blue that matched the fur across his muzzle.

Their markings were unusual and striking, a point of pride for their den. Even their father was only a stark white, mane once golden like Marco’s.

Marco leapt forward and nipped Ace’s tail, reminding him of the time.

It was all well and good to get out that energy now, before their date, but he didn’t want Ace exhausted.

Tonight was the night.

Ray had passed every test with flying colors. His dry wit and soft smile enchanting them both. It had taken everything in Marco to not speed things along.

Ace yipped like a pup and spun on a dime, boots grinding into the dirt as he slid back from sheer momentum. He panted, smile wide and teeth just a little too sharp to be human. It spoke of his ridiculous stamina that he wasn’t even breaking a sweat, arms thrown wide as Marco leapt up and transformed into the embrace. Human arms wrapping around his younger lover. They both relished the shared heat of their bodies and mixed scents.

Cinnamon and myrrh, thick incense and spiced candy. Snappy and deep over the soft scent of the forest.

“…We should get going. Ray will be here in an hour.” Marco reminded him softly. Ace chuffed, the sound reverberating in his chest as he nuzzled Marco’s collarbone.

“Think he’s the one?” Ace asked softly. “I… I don’t think I’d mind if he wasn’t. We could have four, right? If he’s not an omega?” Marco smiled, burying his face into Ace’s hair. Hand brushing over his sun-kissed skin where their father’s mark was emblazoned boldly.

Truthfully, Marco felt the same way.

Ray just fit like they both hoped an omega would. They’d be devastated if Ray wasn’t an omega, of course, their search to start anew after so much hope. But…

“No matter what the results are, he’s ours.” Marco confirmed before clearing his throat. “But he’s going to need his energy regardless. So, we better make sure the food is ready!” He worried a little that Ray would turn out to not be an omega. Adjusting to life as a werewolf with heightened senses and instincts was rough enough as it was. Having to explain the desire for an omega—while emphasizing that it wasn’t that Ray was lacking to fulfill them—would be difficult no matter what Ray presented as.

Ace nodded and bounded off through the trees with an energetic skip in his step. Marco following sedately behind him to their private home bordering their father’s territory.

They’d gotten the recipe for a massive roast dinner from Thatch. It had been teasing Ace’s senses and relentless appetite for over a day now. It spoke of how much he loved Ray that he hadn’t tried to sneak a bite before tonight. Not of any of it. It was actually quite touching.

A quick clean up to ensure that they didn’t look like they’d just spent the past four hours running around the woods and all that was left, was waiting. Ace was sitting on the counter, heels kicking at the wood in a quick, rhythmic fashion. Eyes never leaving the front door. Marco smiled and looked over the fresh bread rolls, making sure to ruffle Ace’s hair on the way past him.

Fifteen minutes before dinner, there was the crunch of gravel. A car’s headlights cutting into the growing darkness as Ray pulled up and parked beside Ace’s hotrod. Ace perked up, barely containing himself from throwing open the door before Ray even got out of his car. Marco kissed his cheek fondly, slowly pacing his arrival to the front door to just fall behind Ray’s.

The knock was firm but polite and after only two beats, Marco opened the door.

“Hey, Ray. Come on in, dinner’s almost ready. I’ve had to beat Ace off of it with a stick.” Marco smiled, taking in Ray’s appearance. A striped, blue sweater an increasingly common sight as fall set firmly in with dark wash jeans and sneakers. Ray smiled, pushing up his red glasses, brown eyes bright as he looked up at Marco.

“Well, I see he isn’t too bruised up, so I guess he learned quick.” Ray grinned as Ace leapt off the counter and rushed over to greet him.

“Don’t listen to him, I didn’t try and eat any of it once!” Ace huffed playfully, Ray’s brows raised in surprise.

“Wow, I’m surprised! It smells delicious.” Ray grinned, Ace preening under the brief attention with a smirk at Marco. He allowed it with a smirk of his own, gently steering Ray to the dining room table.

“Take a seat, dinner’s almost ready.” Marco commented softly, hand pressed low on Ray’s back, pleased when he felt Ray lean against the touch before following along.

Marco wondered if that soft, musky scent not unlike old books with pressed flowers would stay when he was turned. He hoped so, it fit so well with the energetic, spicy scent Ace naturally exuded and his own, tamer but no less powerful scent of incense.

Ace was wired up despite the harsh run, almost bouncing as he helped Marco set the table and distribute the wine. Nothing too much, some fancy brand Thatch recommended with the roast from their father’s personal collection. He preferred the stronger stuff, so wine tended to stay in the cellar to age for even longer than intended.

Marco selected a nice, thick cut of roast, the meat falling apart as he plated it alongside a hearty serving of potatoes and vegetables. A fresh roll of bread perfectly golden brown completing the meal. There was even apple pie for dessert, though Marco didn’t bring that out just yet.

He couldn’t resist kissing the top of Ray’s head when he put down the plate. Ray startling, head turning to look up at him in surprise. Marco smiled softly but said nothing, merely enjoying the soft blush. He did glare at Ace when he noticed the hungry smile, arching his brow to remind him of the plan—regardless of Marco’s brief slip.

Ace pouted and took a massive bite of roast, beaming as the savory meat hit his palette.

“It’s just as good as it looks, Marco—this Thatch’s recipe? You guys mentioned your brother cooks a lot.” Ray commented, Marco smiling at the praise with a nod.

“It is. It took some convincing to give the recipe to us though, for some reason, he doesn’t trust us to cook for ourselves.” Marco commented idly, taking a bite of his own meal. His mouth watered and he briefly wondered if there was a minor miscalculation in play.

Perhaps a juicy, meaty dish was a poor choice when the next few hours would require so much patience and control. A pasta, at least, wouldn’t call his instincts so heavily to the forefront. It was too late to change his mind about the food, though. So he was left hoping his self control was good enough to not do anything drastic and scare away Ray.

Despite his worry, dinner went smoothly with light chatter and pleasant conversation. Ace even managed to reign himself in when Ray reached for more wine, exposing the pale column of his throat to the two of them. Marco wasn’t sure he would have been able to stop Ace from biting their would-be lover when he was so close to snapping himself. The delicate meat still thick on his tongue as his fangs ached for something a little tougher to rip into.

“Let’s eat dessert on the back porch. It’s pretty nice out and I think the pie’s still warm.” Ace suggested smoothly. Ray grinned, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Oh, I’m pretty full but… it does smell good. Maybe just a slice?” Ray chuckled, Ace glancing at Marco for approval, beaming when he nodded his head.

“If you can control yourself, Ace, you can cut the slices. Not too big—not everyone’s a black hole like you.” Marco reminded him playfully, grabbing their wine glasses and leading Ray to the back porch.

The night air was chilly and peaceful. The sounds of the city too distant to hear, even for his alert senses. His instincts baying intensely at the coming event in anticipation. The desire to pull Ray close and sink his fangs into Ray’s soft skin as the full moon rose up high over the tree line almost too much to bear.

Marco swallowed hard, discreetly widening his stance to make room for his hard cock as he placed the half full wine glasses on the railing.

The others they turned were bitten in less… claiming places. Firm nips to wrists or biceps during a confusing moment, just in case things didn’t pan out. ‘Accidents’ staged with heartfelt apologies and careful guidance during their first, completely involuntary transformation.

But Marco already knew Ray would be theirs. So where else than his neck to permanently wear the indent of Marco’s fangs? Soon to be joined on the other side by Ace’s, though perhaps Ace would choose somewhere else to leave room if Ray wasn’t an omega. Marco wouldn’t dictate that, though. It was such a… personal choice.

“Here we are! Apple pie, fresh out of the oven!” Ace cheered, handing over the plates. Ace had a large slice, unsurprisingly, Marco’s second largest due to his increased appetite. Ray had a decent slice of his own, though Marco knew he’d likely want more after transforming. Protein, carbs, and sugar really helped after the first transformation.

All three of them leaned against the railing, enjoying the ambience of the night.

Ray finished first, Ace purposefully going slow as he kept looking at Marco in askance. He shook his head subtly.

Not yet.

Ace’s plate was stacked on top of Ray’s, licked clean with utter shamelessness as he looked at Ray hungrily. Almost certainly imagining something else to be licking instead.

Then Marco put his plate down, licking his lips as he slowly pulled Ray closer.

Ray tensed up, looking at him in surprise with a glance at Ace. Only finding warm acceptance and hunger.

“Thank you for coming to dinner with us. You’re such a treat to have… maybe you could stay the night?” Marco purred, kissing Ray’s cheek. Sliding his lips down the curve of his jaw, pressing his tongue to the rapid pulse point cheekily.

“I-I… you both want me to…?” Ray asked softly as Marco rubbed his nose over the stubble on his chin. Ace pressing against his other side to nuzzle his hair, hands creeping under his sweater. “Mmn~!” Ray moaned as Marco pulled away the neck of his sweater.

Licking a hot stripe across Ray’s skin in anticipation.

“Yes, we both want you.” Marco confirmed gruffly, nipping down to his desired spot lightly. “First though… we need something from you.”

“Say you want this, Ray. And we’ll change your world for the better~” Ace whispered into Ray’s ear, hand disappearing well up Ray’s chest. Ray’s heart stuttered, clearly flustered as his eyes locked on the moon.

Marco couldn’t hold back the pleased snarl as he pulled Ray’s sweater farther down, tongue pressing against the base of his neck. Teeth dragging over his skin.

“I-I…” Marco readied himself gleefully, jaw open wide. “I want you—NGH! A-Ah~!” Marco bit down hard, blood pooling in his mouth as Ray moaned hoarsely into the night air, eyes still fixed on the full moon.

Marco dug his fangs in deeper, feeling the change begin instantly with a harsh fever. Quickly, he lapped at the blood and pulled away. Working in tandem with Ace to remove his clothes.

With practice, Ray will get too keep them. But the first transformation is rough.

Ray didn’t fight them, eagerly leaning against them as he panted, shaking hard.

Once he was completely bare under the moonlight, Ace and Marco stripped as well. Pulling Ray off of the porch with whispered praise.

“You’re doing so well, babe! I know, I know, it’s rough but just ride it out.” Ace cooed, stroking Ray’s sweaty skin as he stumbled, glasses falling to the ground. Breath a thick fog as muscles rippled beneath his skin.

“You’ll only feel this way once, Ray. After this it’ll feel just like breathing.” Marco reassured him, gently guiding him onto his knees as he clutched the grass. Panting and moaning in confusion.

It was all they could do until Ray threw back his head and the change washed over him in a wave of silver fur.

He collapsed, Marco fretting over his prone form as he took stock of Ray’s changes.

He made such a pretty wolf. Fur iridescent under the moonlight without a single mark otherwise. Blood drying on his neck a stark contrast to the silver-white fur. Limbs slender and built for speed, though smaller in stature than either of them. Marco took in a deep breath, scenting Ray properly for the first time since the transformation began.

Old books with pressed flowers, rich earth, and the wind wafting off of him in thick waves. Something delicate beneath it all drove Marco to shift and press his muzzle into Ray’s soft fur. It made his mouth water, that discreet scent almost watery musk that Marco knew concentrated between Ray’s legs.

Marco yipped, licking Ray’s fluffy ear with a victorious snarl.

Omega.

Ace grinned, teeth bared as he shifted, eagerly whining into Ray’s fur. Marco nipped Ace’s snout in warning, reminding him to take it easy as Ray came to. The two instead scenting Ray as he huffed. Slowly coming back from the intense experience to affectionate nuzzles.

Shakily, Ray sat up, ears pinned down in panic as he whined. Distress souring his scent.

Marco huffed, licking his muzzle and overwhelming him with his own, confident scent. Communicating without words that he was safe and theirs.

It took Ace playfully yipping and nipping Ray’s paws to bring him off the ground and his belly. Quickly acting like a pup by zipping around the yard, encouraging Ray to follow suit. Marco nudged him along, approving of Ace’s approach.

Stumbling and cautious, Ray moved. Following Ace’s game as he dutifully followed Ace’s scent. Nuzzling into Marco’s fur with a whine whenever a new sensation overwhelmed him. Marco kept his behavior in check, licking his ear or muzzle whenever he got distressed.

It took over an hour for Ray to calm down and start playing with Ace properly. Still unsteady but eager. The two rolling in the dirt and bushes with the occasional howl.

Well after midnight, there was a distant call of their father, checking on them. Howl cutting across the miles of forest with ease. Ray instantly falling to the ground with a frightened whine, instinctively recognizing he was technically trespassing on another omega’s land.

Marco gave a sharp bark, drawing Ray’s attention. Grinning when he noticed the instinctive raise of his hips and rewarding Ray with a gentle nip to his hind leg. Nudging Ray to sit up and join their call.

Ace threw back his head and howled like a wild thing, Marco calling in amusement. After a moment, Ray cautiously joined, ears perked for any sign of rejection despite their encouragement.

Their father gleefully howled back, acknowledging and welcoming the new addition. Ray yipped, tail thumping against the ground eagerly, almost bolting in the direction of their father. New instinct demanding he greet the head omega of their pack personally.

As cute as it was, they already had plans. Their father would gladly wait, but they certainly would not.

Marco stepped over him, pressing him down into the dirt with an amused chuff as Ray whined. Concerned he had done something wrong. Marco huffed, nuzzling his chin onto Ray’s head.

Ace’s scent spiked, thick arousal growing in the air as he watched eagerly. In answer, Ray’s scent grew as well and Marco knew it was time.

Hours of engaging in play and scenting had led to this moment. Ray was as deep in his instincts as he’d ever be.

Marco snarled, sending Ace running to their house. Ray whining as Marco’s scent clouded the air with an intensity that only grew as Ray responded in kind.

Slowly, he got off of Ray and started guiding him to their house. Ray following with trembling legs and an eager, aroused scent. Egged on by Marco pushing him ahead with a firm nose to his ass. Noting that he was well on his way to a full-blown heat.

Ace was waiting on the steps, tail sweeping furiously over the steps as he yipped, calling Ray over. Shifting into his naked human form with a grin, patting his thighs. Cock bouncing with precum dripping already.

“C’mon, handsome. Time for the fun part. Think about your skin. Bare to the moonlight. Pale and waiting for us to mark it up. I can smell you from over here, you’re so ready for the next step.” Ace cajoled to Ray as he cautiously approached.

He jumped up slightly, stumbling as human legs shifted flawlessly from wolfish features. Falling into Ace’s arms as Marco stood and pressed his chest against Ray’s back. Licking the now perfectly healed mark with a growl, Ray’s hips jerking back against his cock on instinct. A convenient reaction that Marco would be abusing soon enough.

“That’s it, pretty omega.” Marco praised, pushing them inside the house and completely abandoning their clothes. Nothing would happen to them. Not with their territorial scents so strong all over the yard. They stumbled through the house, the two of them pressing kisses to Ray’s sensitive, hot skin eagerly. Falling back into the massive bed.

Ace happily accepted the weight, running his hands over Ray’s breasts, teasing him into rolling his head back for a wet kiss. Tongues twining together as Ray lost himself to his heat and dragged them along for the ride. Marco stood at the foot of the bed, fisting his cock as the scent of heat and sex grew, calling his own rut to start.

He almost felt bad—this was a lot for Ray’s first night. But Ray’s thick thighs were damp, soaked cunt open for his perusal and begging for a knot. Ace’s cock gathering slick as Ray squirmed against him.

“Where do you want to mark him, Ace?” Marco called out softly, almost snarling. Teeth bared in a grin as he saw Ray whine and arch up his cunt at the sound of Marco’s voice.

Ace looked at him, eyes foggy as he fell under the influence of the combined heat and rut scent that lay heavy in the room. He slipped his hand down and grabbed at Rays’ inner thigh, whining softly like Marco would deny him this little thing.

“Here, here, please, I wanna do it here! R-Ray can bite me wherever he wants—I just want to sink my teeth into his pretty thigh while it’s covered in his slick.” Ace whined with tears in his eyes, Ray moaning and kissing Ace’s chin desperately. The two pathetically grinding against each other in helpless arousal, waiting for Marco’s approval.

“Pleasepleaseplease~! A-Ahce!” Ray called out.

Marco snarled, Ray’s eyes snapping to him instantly.

“I’m the one in charge. So if you want to beg, do it in my name.” Marco demanded, stalking around the bed to sit against the headboard. “Lay him against me and take your fill until I say so, Ace. Let’s show him how things work here.”

Ace scrambled to obey, gently pushing Ray into Marco’s waiting arms and laying between his thighs. Happily lapping at the smeared arousal up to the source.

Marco firmly gripped Ray’s chin, pulling his attention away from Ace’s eager devouring of his cunt. Kissing his lips as he moaned, free hand toying with a stiff nipple.

“A-Ah! I’m sorry, Marco~! Please!” Ray whined, jerking as Ace drove his tongue into Ray’s cunt noisily.

“You’re forgiven, but don’t forget who’s in control. I say the word and it stops.” Marco hissed, Ace instantly freezing, tongue spreading Ray’s folds. Hungry eyes waiting for his command. Ray whined, grinding against Ace’s tongue, heat overtaking his senses as he pushed against the instinct to obey. “Who’s in control, omega?” Marco barked, Ray’s body jerking and fresh arousal smearing over Ace’s face.

“You~ M-Marco—alpha!” Ray whined, frustration mounting. “I-It’s so hot though! A-Aches. I need it, please alpha, please!”

“Slow, Ace. We have to teach him now or he’ll develop bad habits.” Marco chided, Ace slowly lapping at Ray’s wet cunt. Sucking up the thick slick that poured out and teasing his clit. “What aches, Ray? We can’t help if you aren’t clear. What do you need?”

“Mmm! My cunt—I-I’ve never been so wet and ho-ot~!” Ray whined, squeezing his eyes shut and nuzzling into Marco’s neck. Licking at his throat. “Need you.”

Marco kissed his sweaty forehead.

“I know exactly what you need.” Marco cooed nodding to Ace as he lined up his fangs high on Ray’s thigh. Almost on his drooling cunt—the placement borderline cruel. Ray will never have sex without stimulating that mark, making him more needy and pliant. Marco had half a mind to leave a second mating mark on the other thigh to match. “You need to belong to us.”

Ace snapped his jaw shut, Ray jerking and grinding his cunt against Ace’s cheek. Wailing sharply as the ephemeral bond between the two snapped in place, though one sided until Ray returned the favor. Squirting with a high keen as Marco reached down and pinched his clit.

Ray quivered, moaning as Ace lapped at the healing mark and turned his attention to Ray’s cunt. Attempting to clean up the violent orgasm but only drawing out pathetic whines as Ray’s heat firmly settled into his bones.

“You taste so sweet, omega~ You like it when I kiss you like this? Can you feel my tongue in your hot cunt?” Ace asked in a low purr.

“Yeah, I can~ It’s so good—I need more, Marco please, I need it~!” Ray whined. Marco kissed his cheek and smiled.

“Lay down, beta. It’s time you got your mark.” Marco gently sat up, guiding Ray to sit on top of Ace. Cunt griding over his cock but not letting him slip in. Marco lifted up Ray’s hips to his liking, arching his spine and pressing Ray to Ace’s chest. The two kissing noisily as Marco rubbed along Ray’s thighs. Feeling them tremble beneath him. When Marco saw Ace put his hand over Ray’s head and grip his thigh, he slid down. Intent on putting down another mark.

Here, between his thighs, the smell of Ray’s heat was unbearable. Marco’s cock throbbing angrily to just knot their pretty omega already. But Marco was on a mission. Greedily admiring how thick slick dripped from his cunt. Pooling over the fresh mark Ace had left.

This wasn’t necessary in the least. But Marco wanted to make Ray fold no matter what position he was fucked in. Perfectly submissive to them at every opportunity.

He lapped at the mess, letting Ace enjoy Ray’s moans as his tongue pried open Ray’s cunt. Slick smearing over his face in a thick blanket of arousal. He reached down and tugged on Ace’s cock, teasing them both as they moaned needily. Cum oozing over his hand.

Marco grinned, squeezing Ace’s cock in warning.

“M-Mah~ H-Here, do you want to do it here, Ray?” Ace asked softly, Ray licking whatever space Ace offered.

“Yeah~ ooh, Marco~! Ace!” Ray moaned.

Marco swallowed a heavy mouthful of slick and brushed his nose along the crease of Ray’s thigh. Kissing closer to his ass than where Ace bit near Ray’s cunt. He snarled, sinking his teeth in when Ray instinctively jerked back for Marco.

Ace wailed, signaling that Ray had taken the chance to mark him back.

Their bond strengthened, nearly complete.

Marco reared up, sliding his cock up Ray’s thighs, barely bothering to lick the bite clean. Rut clouding his senses as he smeared the tip in his omega’s slick. Sliding into the base, knot teasing his cunt open wider.

“MARCO!” Ray screamed, Ace’s head thrown back in a moan as he held Ray’s head to his neck. The other fisting his cock.

“Save it, beta!” Marco snapped, Ace whining in protest. “Don’t waste it anywhere but here—our omega needs every drop to feel like he belongs, don’t you?” Marco abruptly cooed, railing his cock as deep into Ray as he could, knot slowly expanding. Popping in and out with wet smack that drove them both mad.

Ace pouted, squirming as he held Ray’s front to his chest with both hands.

Ray was chanting, drunk on Marco’s cock as the frame started to slam into the wall.

“IneeditIneedit, ooooh Marco~! Ace~! Ine-eeeeed it!” Ray tried to squirm. Tried to lean into Marco’s harsh thrusts. But he was pinned in place as Marco’s knot grew big enough that every time it popped free, he cried out.

“You have it!” Marco snarled, hips meeting Ray’s ass as his knot popped into place one last time. He slowly rocked against him, grinding his cock in deep as Ray was helplessly pulled along, unable to free his cunt despite how fucking wet he was. Taking every inch and every ounce of cum with a broken wail.

“AAaaaaahhn~!”

Slowly, Marco pulled them down onto their sides, Ace fretting over Ray with gentle kisses. Petting his sides as he panted frantically, legs twitching. Heat nowhere near done.

“You did so good, Ray. Just ride it out, you’re the perfect omega.” Marco praised, wincing as Ray arched against him, tugging hard on Marco’s knot. Marco looked at Ace, flush and seemingly ready to cum at a moment’s notice. Fresh mark bold on his shoulder. “We waited so long. Just for you~” Marco swore.

Ray squirmed, cunt clenching as his heat returned after only a few minutes. Likely not helped by Marco’s thighs stimulating both marks at the same time.

Almost an hour later and three gentle orgasms on Marco’s knot, Ray finally slipped free with a hoarse moan.

Ace looked hopeful but gave their worn out omega space.

A pleased growl slipping free when Ray settled on top of Ace’s thighs without prompting. Ace’s cock gently hilting as Ray threw back his head and moaned.

Marco gave them a moment, laying on his side and watching as Ace stared up at Ray with wide, worshipping eyes.

Next time, he’ll let them play and wear each other out before intervening. Already his cock throbbed with interest as Ace ran his hands over Ray’s distended stomach. Pushing down and hissing as cum pooled out onto his lap, Ray whining pitifully at the loss.

“G-Gotta make room for me, Ray. You like being full and scented so deep?” Ace asked wistfully. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Feels safe smelling like us?”

Marco sat up, Ace instantly looking at him. Asking with desperate eyes to let him cum.

“One last thing left to do, and then you can watch Ace fall apart on my knot.” Marco grinned, grabbing Ray’s hips to help him ride Ace’s cock. “Where do you want to mark me?’

Ray jerked, looking back at him with wide eyes. Gaze running over his throat openly.

Marco kissed him and crowded in close. Grinding against Ray’s ass while following his motions. Gently guiding Ray’s head to lean back on his shoulder.

Ray whined, twisting to properly lick at his chosen spot high on Marco’s neck. Ace moaning as Ray bounced harder on his cock. Marco grinned, reaching down to hook his fingers around Ace’s cock, slipping in Ray’s folds. Grinding his palm on Ray’s clit.

He bit down with a moan, fangs cutting in deep as he came on Ace’s cock. Helplessly aroused, Ace followed with a sharp whine, pinning Ray down on his cock.

Marco felt the outpour of mixed, filthy cum and teased them both with a pleased moan.

Ray collapsed against Ace’s chest, still grinding down on his cock. And Marco watched with pleasure, glad everything turned out so well.

He was even tempted to let them keep desperately grinding on each other. But it was time for Ray’s poor, overstimulated cunt to have a break.

And show Ray what Ace was just as beholden to Marco’s command as he was.

Gently, he pushed up Ray’s ass, watching Ace’s cock pop free. Cum spilling out over his toned stomach and thighs.

“Rest up, first heats are rough and can last for days. So can ruts—isn’t that right, Ace?” Marco purred, pulling Ace’s thigh apart and slipping his cock in the filthy mess. He slammed into the hilt with a grin, Ace yelping.

“They can! F-Fuck, Marco’s are so loooong~!” Ace whined, rubbing his hands over Ray’s back as they both looked up at Marco.

“Who do you belong to?” Marco asked softly, pinning Ray on top of Ace, fully aware Ace’s cock will keep slipping into Ray’s cunt in their current position.

“You.” They both moaned in unison, Ace’s cock teasing open Ray’s cunt as Marco hilted.

And Marco planned on keeping them there for hours yet. His perfect beta and omega, a full den at last.

#one piece #spooktober 2023 #one piece smut #yandere smut #marco the pheonix #fire fist ace #abo dynamics #alpha marco #beta ace #omega oc #tw: dubcon

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imma-devil · 6 months

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Girls & Boys - blurb

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x fem!reader x Ellaria Sand, Matt Murdock x fem!reader x Elektra Natchios, Damon Salvatore x fem!reader x Elena Gilbert,

Warnings: NSFW (Minors dni)

Tags: Threesomes (MFF), Bisexual [used as an umbrella term], switch!reader, food play, cunnilingus, fingering, shifting position, fainting, multiple orgasms, praise, degradation, bruises, making out, cum eating, oral fixation?, love bites, choking, finger fucking, cum shower, first time, teasing, little to no proofreading.

Word Count: 1,287

A/N: I have fed my bisexual fantasies, I will sleep good tonight. My third piece for Lazy Ghouls Spooktober under prompt 'threesomes.'

You can not take my work or translate it without my permission. This piece of fiction is mine, and only the characters belong to their original creators.

Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand

Both are vocal with their praises in adoration of you.

Oberyn is far more doting in his praise, opting to whisper how good you make him feel in your ear or compliment your beauty while you ride him. When he’s between your legs, he likes to smother the compliments that flow from his lips into your clavicle… his Dornish accent growing heavier with each second he comes closer to release.

Ellaria is different. She throws out compliments with the energy of a command, intertwining demeaning language in between. “You’re so good to me my pretty little whore~” she’d usher out between aches and moans as she rode your tongue.

Oberyn and Ellaria both chose you, but let’s be honest… Ellaria is the one who really picked you. Oberyn loves all women and is willing to please the many if granted the choice. He treats you nicely, but it’s Ellaria who acts as if you belong to her. She parades you for all to see like you’re a prize.

Ellaria often likes to watch Oberyn have his way with you. But you’re not innocent, you purposely give her lustful glances or all-out keep eye contact with Ellaria; no matter if Oberyn’s hips are snapping into yours or if he’s spending endless minutes between your legs tending to your core.

When you do this, Ellaria more than likely just observes and smirks at your playful nature. But sometimes, if you push her too far, she’ll shamelessly lift her dress to toy with her heat with her fingers. She’ll make sure you can both hear her moans.

Once Oberyn has worked you over the edge more than enough times, he’ll tend to his wife. He’d bend her over your torso, making sure you feel every thrust no matter how exhausted you are.

When he cums, he makes sure to pull out so he can share his spend amongst you two. His ropes of cum coating Ellaria’s back and your tits. For good measure, he’d swipe through the white coat with his two fingers, just so that he could find it a place on your tongue.

When one of your many escapades is finished, Ellaria feeds fruit platters by hand into Oberyn's mouth. But, don’t feel left out. Oberyn will be sure to cradle the ripe grapes or strawberry slivers between his teeth so that he can share them with you. He likes the taste mixture when he kisses you.

Ellaria will get jealous. She’ll take over, kissing you so longingly that the night begins again. She’ll repeat mantras between heated breaths, “Mine” “You’re mine, little viper.”

Oberyn will watch contentedly for a little while before joining in on the fun.

Matthew Murdock and Elektra Natchios

Matt will definitely be in a mood when you three finally get it on for the first time. He gets quiet, thrumming with energy that he can barely contain. Unable to quell the devil within him, especially with all the history that rests between him and Elektra.

Elektra, who on the battlefield acts like a wild panther, is tamed to a house cat when under the attention of both you and Matt. She becomes pliable under Matt’s rough hands and reduced to whimpers when you work her sensitive bud with your tongue.

Elektra becomes increasingly more sensitive with Matt’s hand around her throat, his hips rolling to meet hers, dragging out a moan from her lips with every thrust. After all, Matt typically liked to take things slow, opting to savor it.

Matt would fight off release at the glide of your tongue on his shaft, prodding at his head in sparse intervals each time he unsheaths himself from Elektra’s cunt.

A frequent position revisited by the group has you on your back in missionary for Matt; Elekra mounting you with her back arched and ass presented. Matt plows into you from this position, his hands marking deep bruises into your hips. All while your hand reaches around Elektra’s thigh, plunging two fingers into her eager pussy. Elektra would be fucked dizzy from your fingers, trying to ground herself by latching her lips onto yours.

Once you’d cum more than one time from Matt’s cock, he would switch to Elektra, fucking up into her with a speed that left her breathless. She wouldn’t be able to think, especially with you rubbing tight circles onto her clit.

After Elektra cums, likely for a fourth or fifth time, she quite literally passes out. Every time this happens, you and Matt often dote on her. The two of you cleaning up, especially when looking after her. Matt would have a content smile resting peacefully upon his lips.

Any time the three of you have sex, it likely ends in you and Matt having idle conversation before you all sleep the night off. When you wake, Elektra always makes a show of wearing Matt’s shirt. The article of clothing often looks like a dress on her tiny frame.

Elektra would return to her sharp flirtations and witty remarks as if nothing happened. But you and Matt both know that you could reel her in with a few simple moves.

Damon and Elena

Elena is needy. The only way this works is if you accommodate that. So, be ready to have to direct your energy towards her in any relationship, including physical. But, lucky for you, Elena actually was okay with a threesome with her boyfriend’s best friend. Funnily enough, it was her idea. It would also be her first time with a partner of the same sex, as well as her first time having a threesome.

When things started off, Damon sat in audience with a glass of bourbon; the buttons of his black shirt undone as he slumped into the couch. He mirrors a separate couch, there seated are you and Elena.

She kneels in front of you, her hands pressing into her thighs in a clear display of anxiousness. Even the rock music that plays faintly in the background doesn’t ease her nerves.

You ask for her permission with every move; allowing you to comb your fingers through the silkiness of her straight hair, lifting her chin in a delicate hold, and placing cautious kisses on her plush lips. Eventually, her hands migrate to drape over your shoulders, signaling a slight release of her hesitancy.

It's not long before Damon abandons his empty glass to sit behind her, gently kneading his fingers into her dainty shoulder blades. His mouth found its spot against the pulse point of her neck, leaving pink blemishes as he traveled up the length of her fair skin to linger below her jaw.

Elena lifts her head to offer him room, growing heavy on her shoulders. You decide to reflect his actions, following what Damon knows to already be successful in wooing the Gilbert girl. Elena shivers at the sensation, not used to the second person. A faint whimper makes its way past her lips, to which you and Damon both smile.

As the night progresses, you end up behind Elena’s back, the two of you lying on Damon’s bed in the boarding house. You support her weight as she leans into you. Damon stands at the bedpost, between her legs. He’s purposeful with his languid thrusts, which you accent with your fingers on Elena’s clit. Your other hand traces the curves of her body, slowly traversing the smoothness of her skin.

Elena likes being pampered, and it shows in the arousal coating her legs.

“Look at how wet you are,” Damon boasts with a mischievous glint.

Elena is silent besides the moans that fill the room like a song, hiding her face behind her hands in embarrassment.

#x reader #imagine #fanfiction #blurb #oberyn martell #prince oberyn #ellaria sand #oberyn x reader x ellaria #matt murdock #elektra natchios #matt x reader x elektra #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #damon x elena #damon x reader x elena #x fem!reader

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lavoixhumaine · 7 months

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get to know me better :)

tagged by @randomnon911stuff

three ships: bathena (9-1-1) • jed & abbey (the west wing) • phrack (miss fisher’s murder mysteries)

first ever ship: jed & abbey (the west wing)

last song: no other love by john legend feat. estelle

last movie: train to busan (it’s spooktober, y’all!)

currently reading: this thing between us by gus moreno

currently consuming: tteokbokki and peach soju

currently craving: strawberry milkshake

no pressure tagging: @bestbuddybobby • @babycarternash • @rainedamodred • @scar-letter • everyone else who wants to join in! 🫶🏼

#tag game

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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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Hello, Abella! I hope you are doing great. The halloween cafè double dates event sounds veryyyyy interesting ♡ I'd like to send you my application if it's okay!

My application

1. Hunter x Hunter and My Hero Academia!

2. I'm okay with male and female!

3. This is my picrew ♡

4. Aquarius

5. Aah i don't mind villains and protagonists. However! For Hunter x Hunter, I don't think I want to be matched with Hisoka or Illumi. As for MHA, I don't want any MLA members, Endeavour, Mineta, or AFO.

6. Male: ♡ blonde/black/red hair ♡ lean/lithe body type, i'm afraid of big muscular men ♡ short hair

Female: ♡ long hair! ♡ petite or muscular doesn't matter to me ♡ good fashion taste

7. Male: ♡ gentle ♡ intelligent ♡ strong ♡ determined

Female: ♡ cheerful ♡ intelligent ♡ affectionate ♡ adorable

8. Loyal, brave, and protective!

9. Darling, princess, sweetheart

Aesthetic Board Questions

1. Pusheen sounds cute ♡

2. A plushie please ♡

3. Pink and periwinkle!

4. Hydrangeas

5. Chocolate cake (the type that is covered in chocolate and filled with chocolate) and strawberry milkshake!

Alright. That is my application, Abella! Thank you so much for the fantastic event. I hope you have a nice day! ♡ ♡

Hey I'm doing great, thanks! I'm glad you took an interest I had a blast making your aesthetic board. Pusheen is so adorable. Happy Spooktober to you 👻

Halloween Café Blind Double Dates 💜🎃 Anime Online Date Matchups

If anyone else is interested in a Halloween Anime matchups, Here's a Link for the info. They’ll only be open until October 31st

"Welcome back to my dating website, Abella here ready to give you the results. I'm sure you had a lot of fun at the Halloween themed Pusheen café."

"As you can see I'm already in costume since I'm so excited for Halloween. I'm dressed as a dark angel today. By the way you're so lucky going on a date with Kurapika."

Matchup Applicants:

Profile:

Name: Kurapika

Gender: Male

Description: Intelligent, reserved, Introverted, loyal, protective, brave, strong, determined, sassy, gentle, tough, vengeful

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance: Short, blonde, lean body type, short hair, grey eyes, red kurta eyes

Occupation: Black List Hunter/Body Guard

Zodiac: Aries

Dating Survey Results: Compatibility 85%

Communication 💌 95%

Emotions 💗 88%

Similar Values 🏡 76%

Passion 💘 94%

Profile:

Name: Nejire Hado

Gender: Female

Description: Cheerful, Intelligent, affectionate, heroic, brave, humble, kind, bubbly, curious, protective, adorable, strategic

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance: Long hair, petite, adorable, blue eyes, long lashes, fashionable, periwinkle hair color

Occupation: Student/Hero

Zodiac: Libra

Dating Survey Results: Compatibility 98%

Communication 💌 100%

Emotions 💗 95%

Similar Values 🏡 92%

Passion 💘 98%

Love Meter 💓❣

Kurapika

Nejire

Zodiacs 💖💫

Kurapika

Nejire

Dating Results 💖

Percentages Matches: 0-25%= Bad Match, 26-50%= Poor Match, 60-70%= Decent Match, 70-80%= Good Match, 80-90%= Excellent Match, 90-100%= Perfect Match

1. Kurapika:

Survey Results: Perfect Match 85%

Love Meter: Strong Feelings 89%

Zodiacs: Aquarius + Aries Compatibility 91%

Over all Results: 91% Perfect Match

2. Nejire Hado:

Survey Results: Perfect Match 98%

Love Meter: True Love 99%

Zodiacs: Aquarius + Libra Compatibility 90%

Over all Results: 99% Perfect Match

#halloween matchups #anime matchups #anime matchup #halloween dividers #not my divider #mha matchup #hunter x hunter matchup

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 2 years

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writer wednesday #16 - 10/5/2022

Happy 1st Wednesday in October, everyone! 🍁🎃🍂

Since there are several themed challenges going around this month - kinktober, flufftober, spooktober, etc. - I’m going to be highlighting some of them each week for three great things. Let the October ficfest begin!!

*as always, this list is ordered by length*

A/B/O by @oonajaeadira

Kinktober Winktober ;)

Joel Miller x GN!Reader

WC: 200

OKAY. First of all, let me just say that I LOVE what you’re doing with this whole Winktober concept! It’s very clever of you, and it’s been fun seeing how you bend the prompts juuuuuuust enough. Secondly - you are now two for two when it comes to writing tropes that I typically don’t seek out/avoid altogether (the first was “only one bed” with Pats, and now I can officially add A/B/O to that list!) And even though this is only a few sentences, you managed to pack SUCH an emotional punch. I usually add a little sneak peek on these lists, but I’m not going to do that with this one because I don’t want to give anything away. But if I did, it would be that last line. Because damn. That’s going to rattle around my noggin for a while.

Forbidden Fruit by @magpie-to-the-morning

Kinktober - Table Sex & Voice Kink

The Thief x F!Reader

WC: 2.2k

This was so good! I loved everything from the plot to their masks to the Things that happened in that library - my word. The descriptions of his voice were definitely spot on and the way that you incorporated both of these prompts was really, really well done - especially the twin tables and how you chose to have these characters use them ;) And when he tells her what he’s there to steal? HELP, I’M SWOONING SO HARD! My answer would be same. And then that ending? Excuse me are you trying to destroy me? Because... consider me d-e-s-t-r-o-y-e-d.

No Sense by @something-tofightfor

Kinktober - Sensory Deprivation & Food Play

Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

WC: 8.5k

Before I start I just think it would be prudent to warn anyone with a strawberry allergy to consume this one at their own risk. You know what? Anyone who has every eaten a strawberry or looked at one or conceptually knows what a strawberry is? You’ve also been warned, because... *insert dizzy face emoji here* Okay, that’s done. NOW! Oberyn Martell is basically all of the kinktober prompts on a pair of legs, but the two that you chose to use for this one? They were PERFECT for so many reasons. Oberyn is all about finding pleasure and experiencing all that there is to feel and see and do in life. He is decadence and excess, but he’s also primal and hungry. He’s used to being the one in charge. He’s used to steering things. But the way that they trade power here and get to see different sides of each other and of themselves is amazing.Every second of this is such a thrill for both of them. And I have a feeling that this is only step one on this new adventure they’re taking. Also? The way this ends? My soul left my body during the smut. But it hopped back into my empty shell just to smile and scream about the upcoming meeting! ;) I flipping LOVED this, Rachael!

#writer wednesday #three great things I read this week #kinktober edition #october ficfest #joel miller x gn reader #the thief x female reader #oberyn martell x female reader #oonajaeadira #magpie-to-the-morning #something-tofightfor #fic rec fic rec fic rec!!!

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strawberryspooktacular · 2 years

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Priest (2011) 09/10/2022

Rating before seeing the movie:

Nic: 8

Vic: 9

Rating after seeing the movie:

Nic: 8

Vic: 8.5

What you did like about the movie:

Karl Urban

It is a very pretty movie. The sets were well done and the cinematography was very well done.

The fact that the cities were religious dystopian societies.

The fact that it was a western in addition to vampire hunting.

The fight scenes had really good choreography.

The costuming was really well done.

The train

Special effects were incredible.

Those vampires were different from every other vampire we’ve seen.

KARL URBAN.

What you didn’t like about the movie:

Karl Urban’s death scene. It literally made no sense for him to be killed that easily and leapt into the explosion.

How do the priest’s powers work?

How do the vampires work? Why do they breed? What’s the purpose of the Familiers? We’re so confused.

The movie was very dark in some parts and super bright in others.

Particularly memorable scene:

Vic: Any scene with Karl Urban

Nic: Any scene with Karl Urban

Would you watch it again:

Vic: Yes

Nic: Yes

Reflections:

Vic: “This was a pretty good movie. I’m more upset that it wasn’t more horror based, because they had everything that would make a good horror movie. I do wish there was more Karl Urban because he killed every scene he was in (even if his accent was weird).”

Nic: “This is a pretty good movie, it's not horror but it has some horror scenes. I’m sad that there wasn’t more of Karl Urban’s character. I want to know how these vampires and priests work. But it’s god good fight scenes, some great CGi and practical work and it’s quite pretty.”

Final quotes:

Vic: “I’m just saying. I’d join him.” Nic: “WHERE IS YOUR KUNG FU NOW. DAMN. JUST RIPPED HIS HEART OUT. ”

#priest 2011 #gays watch films #2spooky4me #strawberry spooktober #horror movies #october

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anni1600 · 2 years

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Early halloween pic of these two because im inpatient and its spooktober so it's valid!

You get the reference @anni1600

Ok so I made mam the strawberry jam because he is a sweet boi. I made rhea the peanut butter because sometimes peanut butter jar's grow a mouth and limbs and prroceed to tell me why the hell didnt I say thank you to the store clerk while whooping my ass.

Hope you like it!!

!!!!!!!

MAMMON LOOKS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE I NEED TO SQUISH AND HUG AND KISS HIM

My blushy little boi, God I love him so much

He is flustered beyond believe cause a pARTNER LOOK WITH RHEA- WHAT

RHEA WANTS TO BE BY HIS SIDE AND RECOGNIZED AS PARTNERS??????

AND THEY ARE HOLDING HIS HAND- VOLUNTARILY??!!! WHAT

My cute babyboy is so adorable, you did an EXCELLENT job portraying his cute and tsundere/shy personality!

And Rhea looks like an annoying little menace, having the time of their life, probably teasing Mammon to get to see his cute reaction

You captured their dynamic perfectly 18/10

I am tempted to print this out, make it a sticker and put it on my laptop or phone, they're just so cute

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strawberryreels · 4 years

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Hey everyone

October is coming again

We did an event call Strawberry Spooktober last year where we watched movies all October and reviewed, and we're aiming to do it again this year.

But we need suggestions for movies of various qualities!

If you want to suggest us movies you can dm or reblog.

Thanks again

Nic and Vic

#gays watch films #strawberryreels #Strawberry spooktober #Horror movies

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annamariaward · 5 years

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Witchsona 10 - Wild Strawberry and a young strawberry warlock in training.

#witchsona #witchtober #witch #character design #strawberry #warlock #annamaria ward #anna maria ward #straberry fields forever #beatles #spooktober #inktober

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years

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Merry Halloween

31 Days of Spooktober

Day 5/31

Prompt: “it's december. we can't celebrate halloween in december” “yes, we can” one where rowan can't spent halloween with aelin so aelin decides they're going to celebrate in december

Aelin was exhausted.

She really thought that finishing college and finally working on her own in the gallery would be the best thing ever, but in reality it was just brutal. She had an assistant only twice a week, meaning that the other days she was all by herself working on several different pieces of art that required all her attention. She was hoping that Borte would accept working full week next year, and that Kaltain and Elide would actually join her in the gallery when both graduated in the next spring.

For now, however, Aelin was tired, feet dragging as she came home.

An empty home.

That was another problem she hadn’t thought about before graduating months ago. Her art and history degree had only taken four years, as it was the norm, but her boyfriend, pursuing law, would have to go to Law School for another three years. It was fine, they agreed. It was a lot of busy work but they surely could make it work.

That is, until Rowan moved to Boston and Aelin remained in Chicago.

The long distance relationship fucking sucked, but it was that or breaking up with Rowan, something she didn’t see herself doing in a million of years. And so, for the past seven months, they had been living off phone calls, FaceTime and very rare weekends in which Aelin managed to fly to Boston. It wasn’t by any means ideal, but it was somewhat working.

And yet, as she walked home, looking at all the couples buying Christmas decorations, dinning together and just living their lives with one another, Aelin couldn’t help but feel a deep pang of jealousy. Her two favorite holidays were Halloween and Christmas, and she wouldn’t be able to spend neither with Rowan.

During October, he was too busy with the first quarter tests, and now he was studying like crazy for his midterms. There was no way he could go to Chicago, and Aelin didn’t have the funds or the time to go to Boston. She had to keep the gallery open, especially during Christmas season.

She hadn’t seen her boyfriend in more than three months and it fucking sucked.

She fucking missed him.

Aelin finally arrived in her townhouse, courtesy of her granduncle’s will, and almost cried of relief. She just wanted to take a bath, order something to eat and call Rowan. It was Friday, so hopefully he would be done with his studies for the day and would be able to spend hours on the phone with her.

Thinking better, she could both shower and order with him already on the phone, so as she opened the front door, Aelin also started looking for her phone inside her purse. The thing was way too big and way too full, meaning that Aelin was bound to spend minutes looking for that goddamn phone.

“I need to be more organized.” Aelin grunted, stepping in. She started taking off her scarf as she still tried to look down at the purse. “A-ha!”

Aelin raised the phone triumphantly in front of her, and it took her only a few seconds to realize what was behind the phone.

“What. The. Fuck.” Aelin breathed, gripping the phone harder as she let her coat and purse fall to the ground, feet taking her deeper into the hall. She also felt her jaw dropping, mind so confused she didn’t know what to do first. She didn’t know if this was some of Aedion’s pranks or if she should be actually concerned and call the cops.

All around the townhouse, small Christmas decorations made the place look like it was the fucking North Pole. Even Fleetfoot, sitting by the fire that Aelin was a hundred percent sure she had not lit, was dressed in her small Santa hat, bitting a bone in the shape of a candy cane that Aelin was also sure she hadn’t given the dog.

The confusion only thickened when she realized that every decoration, every small stocking and red lanterns, were exactly where she would have put them. The townhouse was relatively big, and Aelin just knew that if this was one of Aedion’s pranks, he wouldn’t have done it so perfectly.

Aelin’s mind was racing, heart beating fast as she was torn between confusion and the need to grab Fleetfoot and run.

“I’d hope you’d be smiling more in this occasion.” A male voice came from behind her, and Aelin immediately whipped her head to the man now standing near Fleetfoot, hands on his pockets and a grin on his lips. His grey-silver hair was a little longer than the last time they saw each other in person, but the tanned skin, pine green eyes and handsome face were still the same.

Aelin dropped her phone, frozen in place for a single second before a joyful laugh ripped through her. The man’s grin widened, and he walked a few steps forward as Aelin ran to him. She threw herself in his arms, her own arms sneaking around his neck as she pulled him closer to her. Rowan hugged her back with a bone-crushing force, face burying on the crook of her neck, breathing her in.

“What are you doing here?!” Aelin asked, her cheeks hurting from smiling. She pulled her face back, staring right into his green eyes, face also lit with so much happiness that it made Aelin’s heart expand.

Rowan tried shrugging. “I missed Fleetfoot.”

Aelin laughed, hugging his neck tighter as she raised herself on her tiptoes. “I missed you so fucking much.”

Rowan lowered his head, hands going from her hips up to her face, cupping her cheeks as he pressed his mouth against hers. Aelin sighed in content, body immediately melting against Rowan’s as his hot lips moved on top of hers. It had been months since she had kissed her boyfriend, and the feeling of his boy against hers, his lips against hers was the best present she could ask for.

“I missed you so fucking much too, Ace.” Rowan murmured, bitting her bottom lip and then sweeping his tongue lightly against it. Aelin opened her mouth, feeling Rowan’s tongue enter it and touch hers. Her mind that had been racing seconds ago because of confusion was now racing for a different reason, whole body heating as Rowan deepened the kiss, mouth and tongue moving harder and more intensely against hers. Aelin dragged her hands down his neck all the way to the middle of his back, gripping his shirt as she took a small step forward, grounding her hips against Rowan’s.

Rowan’s hands were in her hair, fingers tangling with the strawberry blonde waves. He pulled some strands softly, earning a small and quiet moan from Aelin. When he heard it, Aelin felt a small huff of laughter against her mouth and she was ready to drag Rowan to her room and make up for the lost time.

However, it looked like Fleetfoot had a different idea, because the puppy got up barking, circling Rowan and Aelin’s feet. Aelin drew back, breathless, and looked down. She chuckled at the small, fluffy ball at their feet, and bent down to grab her.

When Aelin got up again, body still pressed against Rowan’s but now with Fleetfoot taking up some space, she chuckled once more. “Looks like someone wants attention.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Traitor. I bring you a present and you cock-block me.” Fleetfoot simply barked, throwing her paws at Rowan’s chest. He rolled his eyes, but smiled as he picked up Fleetfoot from Aelin. “Good to know both of you missed me.”

Aelin chuckled, shaking her head. “Her most of all.”

Rowan took his eyes from Fleetfoot for a second to wink at Aelin before focusing on the dog again. She was still a puppy, meaning that both of Rowan’s hands basically engulfed her. However, she didn’t really seem to care. Fleetfoot absolutely adored Rowan, and he would pretend he didn’t adore her as much. Seeing the two together, Rowan holding the puppy as if it was a toy, made Aelin feel her whole body relax further, a serene smile on her face.

“You’re staring.” Rowan murmured, eyes not leaving the dog.

Aelin shrugged, hugging him tighter. “I wish you could live with us.”

Rowan looked at her, an eyebrow raised and a hint of humor on his face. “Oh?”

They had been dating for over three years now, and it was no doubt that neither of them thought that the relationship would end. Aelin lived with Lysandra during college and Rowan had lived with Lorcan, otherwise they would have probably shared an apartment already.

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Stop trying to get me to boost your ego.”

Rowan grinned, holding Fleetfoot with one hand as the other one pulled Aelin by her waist. “You want to live with me, Aelin Galathynius?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I just said I do.”

“That’s adorable. No, really, I’m fucking flattered.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Aelin said ironically.

“It’s like you’ve planned our whole lives already.”

“Please, be quiet.”

“I’d move in, probably propose during Christmas.”

“You are insufferable.”

“I’d put a baby on you by next Christmas.”

Aelin snorted, shaking her head. “Have you been thinking about putting a baby inside of me, Ro?”

Rowan nodded dutifully. “Definitely have been thinking about the process a lot for the past months. We could be training for it right now if this small version of the Devil wasn’t so needy.”

Aelin laughed, petting Fleetfoot. “Don’t be mean, we three know you kiss the floor she walks on.” Rowan snorted, causing Aelin to smile more. “And if you are wondering, I’ve been thinking about the process too, I promise.”

Rowan grinned, opening his mouth to say something. In a matter of seconds, however, the grin became a frown and he sighed. “I can’t ask it with this thing here. She’s one year old, it’s awkward.”

Aelin clamped her lips together, smirking as she winked at Rowan. “The answer is yes, if you were about to ask what I think you were. Unfortunately you’ll have to wait until this one goes to sleep to be sure. She’ll follow you all evening.”

Rowan huffed half heartedly, walking up to the sofa and sitting down, Fleetfoot resting against his chest.

Aelin snorted, looking at him as she kept standing. The soft smile returned to her lips and, this time, when Rowan raised his eyebrows, his smile matched hers. “What?”

“I love you.” She said simply, walking up to him. She stood in between his legs, one of his hands gripping the back of her thigh as he looked up at her. “And I actually wish you could live with us here. Halloween was fucking shit to spend alone, and you probably will leave by Sunday meaning that I’ll be here alone for Christmas because there is no way I’d make you come back here a week after leaving, and I need to keep the gallery open.”

“Ace…” Rowan brushed his thumb against her skin.

“Long distance relationship fucking sucks.” She mumbled.

Rowan sighed. “Come here.” Aelin sat on the sofa, legs over his lap as he put his arm around her shoulders. Aelin rested her head, looking up at him. He bent down, kissing her softly. “I love you too. And I wish we could have done our Halloween marathon together with copious amounts of candy while we wore those ridiculous pumpkin pajamas, but—“

Aelin immediately sat up, eyes wide and mouth pulled into a smile. “Let’s do it.”

“You didn’t let me finish. And what?”

“Let’s do it. There is a store by the end of the street and all the Halloween decorations are in the attic. I have the movies and the pajamas are probably with the stuff you left in Chicago when you went to Boston.”

Rowan’s brows furrowed. “Ace, it’s December. We can’t celebrate Halloween in December.”

“Yes, we can.” Aelin announced, grinning at him. Rowan shook his head, letting out a huff before nodding.

“Very well.”

Aelin squealed, throwing her arms around Rowan’s neck. He laughed, hugging her back by the waist. Even Fleetfoot raised her head, barking excitedly.

“Ok, so I’ll look for the pajamas in that mess of boxes and you’ll take Fleetfoot to the store.” Aelin said, getting up. Rowan nodded, holding Fleetfoot like a sack of potatoes. Aelin eyed him, shaking her head. “Thinking of you as a father is terrifying.”

Rowan grinned, walking to the door to grab Fleetfoot’s leash. “We’ll be fucking amazing parents, what are you talking about?”

Aelin snorted, walking up to him and placing tow quick kisses to his jaw. “I’ll also take a quick shower. Bring anything we used to buy during college.”

Rowan nodded, opening the door. “Fucking shit, I never forget how fucking cold this town is, and yet I’m always surprised.”

As he left, Aelin ran upstairs, opening boxes upon boxes until she found the pajamas.

She grinned, they were fucking ridiculous.

Aelin had gotten them in a Halloween fair during freshman year of college. At that time, she wasn’t dating Rowan yet, but they had… something. It was strange overall, but allowed them to spend an ungodly amount of time together. When Aelin won one of those hoops games, she chose the stupidest thing she could find. It turns out it was a couples’ matching pajamas— the thing was one piece for each, bright orange with a series of small pumpkins all over it. The hood was green and with a brown thing on top.

It was horrendous and Aelin had to physically force Rowan into them before it became a joke for them.

She then ran to the bathroom, taking a quick shower in the hopes of being ready by the time Rowan came back with Fleetfoot. Although rushed, by the time Aelin went downstairs, Rowan had already arrived back. He even had the time to go to the attic to grab the Halloween decoration boxes.

He looked her up and down when she cam down the stairs, a smile overtaking his lips. “You look ridiculous.”

Aelin grinned, throwing him his ridiculous piece of clothing. “And naked underneath. Now go change.”

Rowan looked her up and down once more, something different in his pine green eyes. When Fleetfoot barked again, he simply sighed, going to the bathroom. “I hate your dog.”

“Our dog.” Aelin singsonged.

For the rest of the night, they put up the Halloween decorations with the Christmas ones, making the townhouse look strangely funny. They sat down to watch the classic movies they always did, eating a whole bowl of candy together. Rowan wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets, but he always opened an exception for Aelin during Halloween.

It was around three in the morning when they finished the fourth movie. Fleetfoot was snoring soundly at their feet, Aelin’s whole body pressed against Rowan’s as he hugged her.

“Want to know something terrifying?” Rowan whispered against her ear, teeth brushing the lobe.

Aelin smiled, still staring at the screen showing the fifth movie beginning. “Huh?”

“We’ll have to clean all this up tomorrow. And take down the Halloween decorations because I won’t celebrate Christmas in a house full of Halloween shit.”

It took Aelin a minute to understand what he meant. She turned her face to him, hope blossoming inside her chest so fast she was almost dizzy. Her nose hit his, and her turquoise and gold eyes were staring straight into his pine green ones. “Celebrate Christmas here? As in you’ll be here a week from now?”

Rowan’s grin was huge and joyful. “Yeah. And New Year’s Eve too.”

“Ro?”

He cupped her face, thumb smoothing over the crease between her eyebrows that had formed because of the confusion. “And the rest of next year. And hopefully all years after that because I wasn’t joking about proposing to you on Christmas, so I hope you weren’t joking about me living here either.”

Aelin let out an incredulous laugh, mouth breaking into a smile as her eye watered. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.”

“You’re looking at the new Law student in the University of Chicago.” Rowan said, laughing quietly with her. “It’ll be hard to get rid of me now, Ace.”

Aelin laughed out loud, not even remembering that Fleetfoot was sleeping near as she threw herself in Rowan’s lap, legs straddling his hips. She grabbed his face with both hands, pressing her lips against his and kissing him passionately as both of them laughed. Aelin felt as if she was in the biggest high of her life, her whole body consumed by happiness and warmth, head light and yet filled with Rowan.

“Oh my Gods.” Aelin whispered against his mouth, another laugh coming out of his, “Oh my fucking Gods.”

Rowan simply cupped her face back, fingers playing with her hair. “I know. I love you too.”

A/N: Halloween, Christmas and Rowaelin. My three favorite things. Thank you so much for this ask, you have no idea how i squealed when I read it! About the kinktober1: I will only post either tomorrow or Wednesday. I’m so sorry, but I bombed one of my tests and tomorrow there’s like a second chance, like a make up, and I needed to study so I didn’t have time to finish. It will be Rowaelin since I’m more comfortable with them. Because of the wait, I think it’s ok I give a small spoiler about which couple tomorrow’s scene will be: Jily.

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