#werewolf!payback

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

@ahopelessromanticwritersworld requested: "I would like to humbly request number 19 from the kids prompt with Mickey and Reuben in the Werwolf au!"

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prompt: one is forced to take of a child and handles it much better than expected. when their significant other finds them, they're absorbed in a game with the child

au: werewolf

word count: 1125

warnings: domestic fluff, pregnancy mention, mickey and reuben being so in love

✎……masterlist on pinned

✎……sorry this took me so long, my darling <3

There was a knock at the door and Mickey jumped up from the couch to answer it. Reuben just chuckled at his mate, knowing how excited he had been for the past several weeks for this day.

Flinging open the door, he revealed his Alpha and Luna standing on the other side. Jake holding their one-and-a-half-year-old son on his hip, and Ronnie sporting a large baby bump.

“Hey, Noah, my little buddy!” Mickey greeted as he held out his hands for the tot.

And Noah went easily, little grin on his face showing off his dimples when he was finally in Mickey’s grasp. Noah was a cuddly kid. He would let anyone hold him if his parents allowed it. But if it was a member of the pack it was a whole nother story. Sometimes Jake and Ronnie wondered if he preferred the pack over his own parents.

Mickey moved away from the doorway, tickling Noah’s side to make his shoulders bunch up.

“Hey, guys, come on in,” Reuben said as he got up from the couch. 

“Oh, we’re actually here,” Ronnie joked, stepping through the threshold with a hand rubbing soothingly into her belly. “For a second there I thought we were invisible.” 

Mickey looked away from the baby with a guilty smile. “Sorry. You’re just not as cute.” 

“Hilarious,” Jake scoffed lightly with a smile, knowing it was true and setting down the stuffed full diaper bag at his feet.

Reuben came to stand beside his mate, hands in his jean pockets. “How’re you feelin’, Luna?”

“Very pregnant,” Ronnie replied on a sigh, “Ready to relax for a minute before pup gets here.” 

“Pup!” Noah echoed with a grin, finger pointed at Ronnie. 

“Yeah? Is your little brother in there?” Mickey asked, stepping closer so Noah could put his little hand on his mama’s belly. “Got any big plans for the babymoon?”

Ronnie shook her head as Jake came to stand behind her. Strong arms wrapping around her middle, chin hooking over her shoulder as he kissed lightly at her neck. Reuben smiled as he watched them. Listening to his Luna explain that they were just going to stay home, let Jake do the nesting he’s been itching to do for weeks now but couldn’t because of Noah. They were made to be parents, it seemed. Took to it like ducks on water.

Then Reuben glanced at his mate, who was bouncing Noah on his hip. And behind the excitement and joy, he could see a bit of longing there too. A bit of sadness, maybe. He could feel it. Deep in his chest, where his connection to Mickey laid. 

After a bit more small talk and catching up, Jake decided it was time to go with a nod towards the door and a grunt that made Ronnie affectionately roll her eyes. 

“Everything you need is gonna be in here.” She kicked the diaper bag lightly. “Diapers, wipes, extra clothes. Make sure you put the breast milk in the fridge. I know you have toys here but I packed a few of his favorites just in case. And seriously, don’t hesitate to call if you need anything, okay?”

“Okay, okay — now get outta here you two! Enjoy your last weekend as parents of one!” Mickey shooed them towards the door.

But he let them both get one last kiss and hug from their son. Then they were gone. Mickey and Reuben followed them out onto the porch, let Noah watch as they climbed back into their Subaru and drive away. His little hand opening and closing in a wave as they went.

It was a beautiful May afternoon, the sun shining bright in the clear blue sky, so Mickey and Reuben decided to play with Noah outside for a bit before he went down for his nap. It was mostly a lot of running around. Noah shrieking happily at the top of  his little lungs and laughing whenever one of them would catch him. But he seemed to be having fun and wearing himself out. 

But eventually he lost interesting in that game. Opting instead to look through their flower garden, which he knew not to pick from. Reuben and Mickey sat down in the grass not too far off with a huff. Mickey’s shoulder leaned into his mate’s side.

“God, he’s so fucking cute,” Reuben sighed as he watched him reach up for a flower, then retract his hand with a look like he was scolding himself. 

“I know,” Mickey agreed with a grin. “Who would’ve thought our Alpha could make such cute pups.” 

“I think it’s mostly Ronnie,” Reuben joked, and Mickey barked out a laugh with his head thrown back. Reuben kissed his cheek. “Gonna go get the little guy some water. Want anything?” 

“No, I’m good. Thank you though.” Mickey looked up at him with a smile. 

And he really couldn’t help it, Reuben ducked down and pressed a sweet kiss to his grinning lips. Then he got up and headed inside. 

The unit controlled air inside was refreshing to Reuben’s burning skin as he came in through the backdoor of their cabin. After digging through the diaper bag, pulling out the three pairs of pajamas and what felt like ten outfits that Ronnie had packed, he finally found Noah’s water cup to fill at the sink. It was nearing three, and the little guy needed to go down for a nap before dinner. At the very least, a few hours to rest. Maybe they could throw on Bluey — the only thing Jake and Ronnie would allow him to watch when he was over at someone else’s house. Any other time, they were pretty strict about no screens. 

As Reuben filled the sippy-cup, he could hear Mickey talking through the open window above the sink. Looking out, he smiled at the sight before him. 

They were playing some game. Noah pointing and babbling at his mate before he would turn away and do a lap around one of their garden plots. Little arms swinging at his sides and head tilting this way and that. Reuben laughed at the sight, wondering where he got that from. 

When Noah made it back to Mickey still sitting with his legs stretched out in the grass, he started babbling complete nonsense and pointing at him again. 

“You son of a bitch,” Mickey said like he had just been convinced of something before hopping to his feet. “I’m in.” 

Then Noah wrapped one hand around Mickey’s finger and started leading him around the garden. Reuben turned off the water with a smile.

When the weekend is over, maybe it was time to start talking about starting their own family.

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[fangirlofallthings22]

Quick edit based off The Echo ( Or the Answer) by @anniesocsandgeneralstore

If you haven’t read it all ready, definitely check it out, it’s a werewolf AU with my favourite OC of all time Ronnie <3

#fic: the echo (or the answer) #alpha!jake #werewolf au #jake hangman seresin #alpha!hangman #werewolf!topgun #javy coyote machado #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #top gun edit #top gun fiction #top gun imagine #top gun maverick fanfiction

[konigsblog]

Can't stop thinking about primal play with werewolf!Simon :((

Him transforming and chasing you through the woods and giving you slightest bit of advantage (even though he knows exactly where you are) because he loves the chase and he loves to smell your fear and excitement :(((

Werewolf!Simon finally catching up with you, pushing you down into dirt, ripping your clothes with his claws and pushing into you roughly while growling into your ear and promising to breed you :(((

just like me, anon. werewolf!simon and werewolf!soap would be a handful together... :(

// werewolf hybrid 🐺

werewolf!simon is super clingy, and very arrogant and ignorant. all he needs is to feel you against him, to run his shaft against your thigh whilst transformed.

he adores pred/pray, it's the anticipation and the thought of your cunny taking every inch that keeps him going. you couldn't outrun a wolf, let alone a werewolf, especially when the night sky turns murky and black, illuminated by the glowing stars in the far, far distance. “fuck--there y'are...”

he curses out, wrestling you to the ground. his sweet thing, his owner, turning vulnerable infront of his very eyes. his deep hazel eyes narrow in on you, tearing your clothes off using his claws and using his teeth to take your pretty, pink lace panties off.

god, you're teasing him... he huffs out at the aroma and essence of your cunt. it's the taste; sweet like nectar, addictive like sugar. he drags and laps at your pussy, his claws keeping you in place as he buries his face into your wet pussy. make no attempt to stop him, otherwise you're in for a rough fucking.

simon is completely fascinated with the taste. he'll dribble for it. ‘drooling as you finger yourself, tied up’. a faint memory giving him a sense of revenge as he pulls your legs over his broad, furry shoulders and eases inside. no preparation, this is his payback. unrelenting and unsparing, no mercy for you as he fucks harshly into your hole in at a pace that leaves you fuzzy and unable to comprehend and think clearly.

“quit fuckin' squirmin', dumbass. you're just swallowin' all this cock like it's nothin'... greedy, little shit.”

#orla speaks #ghost simon riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #cod ghost

[i984]

Not So Peachy of a Trick | Part 3

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Warnings|: Afraid of commitment! Wednesday Addams, reader was under the impression of one thing, Wednesday never elaborates the misunderstanding until now, lame-ass guy trying to make moves, Jealous! Wednesday Addams.

|Summary|: Your whole entire relationship with Wednesday Addams is apparently a lie.

|Word count|: 1.1k words

|A/n|: This is a part 3 to "Sweet Words Make a Lovely Shade" (check link in reply for my masterlist)! Reblog and like if you enjoy!

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Dying.

That's what you feel like doing right now.

A lame-ass guy is sitting on what would usually be Wednesday's seat at Weathervane's sofa booth. And what makes it even worse? He's talking- no, flirting with you, you're pretty sure, and your apparently not-girlfriend is not here to save you. 

Your mind travels back to the implausible turn of events unfolding earlier that evening as you sip your coffee and nod your head, smiling politely at the man's poor attempt at a joke.

"What. The. Actual. Friggin. Sheet. IS HAPPENING HERE?" 

You quickly push yourself off Wednesday when the blonde's booming voice rings through the entire dormitory to hear. 

"I believe you have eyes to see what had happened, Enid." Wednesday's tone sounds calm and collected—like she hasn't just taken all the air out of your lungs from the intensity of her kiss—and you can practically hear her best friend who had witnessed everything squeal and jump in excitement; hardwood floor squeaking in her wake. 

"Oh my god, tell me everything!" Enid ran and sprawled her figure across your bed as she continued, "I know you guys have like a thing going on, but I didn't expect it to go so far as to flash me with a passionate make-out session," and you can hear the mix of curiosity and nausea etched in her voice.

You groan as you bury your head in your arms, face heating up because suddenly the room feels abnormally hot. 

"She humiliated me with compliments a few days ago," Wednesday answers the werewolf's request, "in front of everybody else unfortunate enough to be at an earshot distance from us—which wouldn't be too hard with the incessantly loud voice—so I had to make sure payback hurts."

"Like a bitch?" Enid wiggles her eyebrows, voice teasing.

"Sure," Wednesday replies flatly. 

You raise your head to look at the raven-haired girl, face grimacing in betrayal. "That's it? That's why you agreed to make-out with me? To get back at me?" your breathing quickens as you process Wednesday's words. 

"How far did you plan all this? Is that why you even proposed this whole study date thing?" 

"Precisely." 

You widen your eyes at Wednesday's reply, and at that moment, you want nothing more than to sink into the bottom of the ocean; that way, you at least wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of even being in the same room with her.

And Enid. Oh god, Enid knows. She'd seen the whole thing, and you're sure everyone else in this academy would know all the deeds by tomorrow morning. 

A meek "...why?" is all you can let out, heart beating wildly against your chest as you feel like you're about to explode. 

"Because I didn't come here to lose," came Wednesday's reply, and you were about to complain before she added the sentence that would be the bane of your existence, "and this isn't a date."

"What?" you snapped your head in Wednesday's direction, sitting straighter in your seat. 

"This isn't a date," Wednesday said impassively, "I simply executed my fool-proof strategy, and it was a resounding success."

"But you are dating, right?" Enid finally cuts in. There's a direness in her voice as you see one of her eyebrows raised in half-concern. 

You scoffed at the werewolf's silly question. "Of course, we are-"

"No. We aren't," Wednesday cuts in.

Your mouth gaped at the absurdity of her words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean you're not dating each other?" Enid jumped off the bed and grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders, face contorting in shock.

"Yeah, what do you mean we're not dating?" Your voice raised as you spoke, "You just shoved your tongue down my throat like 5 minutes ago- Don't you dare say we're not dating-"

The aggression and frustration are evident in your voice, and even the densest person on the planet would recognize the scrunched-up, hurt look on your face. Is Wednesday gaslighting you?

"As I said. We're not dating. I just put my strategy-

"-into action? Yeah, is that what you wanted to say? Is that it? Am I just a pawn on your chessboard? Some amusing game you play when you get bored?"

You stood up as you choked out your next words, "What even is all this, Wens? Am I just a joke to you? I know that we never made it official or something like that, but I thought we had something going on. Something special, even."

You held back a tear as you waited for Wednesday's response. There came none. She only sits there with her jaw clenched, as if you're being childish and acting pathetic.

"But I guess we're nothing special, huh?" your inquiry fell on deaf ears, "Heck, there wasn't even a 'we' to begin with." 

You bitterly chuckled as you tore your eyes away, catching a glimpse of Enid's sorry face. Quickly grabbing your stuff from the desk, you turned your back away from the two best friends and walked to your door, only stopping briefly to mutter a quick "See you around, Addams," before slamming the door after you.

And just like that, you were alone once again.

"-your number?" You snap back into reality at the sudden raising in the voice of the man talking to you. You look down to hide your exasperated look and take a deep breath before asking him to repeat his question.

"Yeah, can I get your number? I think you're cute and I'd love to get to know you," the stranger says as he leans forward in your direction; eyes looking expectantly at you.

You sigh. You haven't even responded to a single thing the guy has said in the past 15 minutes; your mind is too busy sulking at the sour memory.

Is this what you look like all the time you've spent with Wednesday? Maybe this is what it feels like for her; uninterested and slightly annoyed that you haven't gotten the hint and back off. 

You take another sip of your coffee. 

It tastes bitter.

Grabbing a tissue paper and a pen from your coat, you write a string of random numbers to get him off your back. 

What you had missed was the ice-cold stare of a familiar figure watching your every movement intently the entire time. You also missed the doorbell brutishly chiming when you handed the tissue paper to the man.

Next thing you know, your hand is yanked until you're forced to stand up from the sofa booth, a possessive arm snaking around the side of your waist, pulling your bodies flush together.

You don't have to look over to see who the intruder is; the familiar cold fingers on your skin and the seething rage emitting from the person beside you give away the identity.

At that moment, you only had one thought in your mind;

Wednesday Friday Addams is a frickin' menace.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams fanfic #wednesday addams imagine #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday series #wednesday x you #wednesday addams edit #wednesday edit #wednesday #fanfic #fluff #my story #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday addams x gn reader

[evanesdust]

kids say (and do) the darndest things E | 7.7k | established relationship | mpreg | kid fic | fluff and humor

Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. ...or the one where Stiles and Derek's kids had no shame.

ONE

Potty training was a nightmare.

Stiles shook his head and sighed as he helped Eli out of his training pants. Ugh. Not only were they running late for dinner at his dad’s, but Derek had just tossed the last load of laundry in that morning too, finally catching them up from the mound of clothes that seemed to pile up ever since Eli decided he couldn’t wear an outfit for more than an hour.

Weren’t kids supposed to be adorable and not constantly creating chaos or leaving disasters in their wake?

Still, as frustrated as he was that Eli had yet another accident, Stiles knew he shouldn’t be too upset. Eli was only two and his accidents were getting few and far between. He was even making it through the night without wetting the bed now. A feat he was very proud of announcing every morning during breakfast. Stiles was pretty sure it was because Derek made such a show of how proud he was.

“It’s okay, kiddo,” Stiles told him, tipping Eli’s chin up so he was looking into his eyes. He put a smile on his face, not wanting Eli to think he was mad or disappointed in him. “Accidents happen.” And then, because Stiles wanted Eli to know that everyone made mistakes, that no one was perfect, he added, “There was one time when I got so into a video game, I pretty much peed my pants because I waited too long to go to the bathroom.”

Eli stared at him with wide eyes, as if he were trying to process the idea that his dad was once a kid like him, making similar mistakes. Shit. Who was Stiles kidding? Eli was two. His thought process was probably more like, Daddy peed himself, too? Stiles wasn’t about to tell Eli that he was damn near a teenager when it happened.

“A really silly thing to do, huh?” Stiles continued, his tone light and encouraging. “But that just goes to show, even daddies make mistakes. We just have to remember to learn from them and try to do better next time.”

Eli blinked at him a couple of times and then his small face broke into a grin that could rival Derek’s. Eli might have been a mini-Stiles, but there were times when all Stiles could see was Derek. And that smile was one of them.

“O-tay, Daddy,” Eli said, hugging Stiles as tightly as a two-year-old could.

Stiles couldn’t help but laugh, hugging him back and patting the top of his head gently. “Alright, but it’s time for a bath. And it’s gotta be quick because we’re heading over to Grandpa’s house for dinner.”

Eli lit up at that and finished undressing while Stiles got the bath ready.

Forty minutes later, they pulled up in front of his dad’s house. Stiles helped Eli out of the Jeep and then waved at Mrs. Wilson, one of his dad’s neighbors, who was working in her garden. She’d lived there for as long as Stiles could remember.

“Good to see you boys again. Visiting your dad for dinner?” she asked, holding a hand up to block the sun as she smiled at them. “No husband tonight?”

“Derek’s got a late shift,” Stiles told her, nearly falling when Eli pulled away from him to run over to her. Despite his age and tiny stature, he was strong. Not a surprise since he took after Derek in that respect. Damn werewolf genetics. He’d probably be an alpha, too.

Eli squinted as he squatted next to her, that ever-present curiosity etched all over his face as he watched her dig into the soil.

“I had an accident,” he told her, making Stiles chuckle. Not just because it was so funny how candid kids were, especially toddlers—seriously, they just had no shame. But because the way Eli said “accident” made it sound more like ass-ident. Before Stiles could correct him on the pronunciation, Eli continued, “But my daddy said it was o-tay. He has accidents too.”

Oh, Christ.

Stiles ran a hand down his face, wondering if this was part of that payback his dad always mentioned. It went something like, ’Enjoy the peace now because someday your kids will throw the stuff you did back in your face.’

“Well, isn’t that just a good thing to know,” Mrs. Wilson said, blinking and then laughing so hard she started to cough. Stiles was about to rush over, but she waved him off and composed herself.

“Oh, such honesty from such a small person.” She continued to laugh, patting Eli lightly on the head before sending him clambering back to Stiles.

Shaking his head, Stiles scooped up his tiny mischief-maker, who was giggling like a giddy gnome. The little tattle-tale. God, Derek was going to laugh his ass off when he got home from work tonight.

***

TWO

Stiles snorted as he walked into the bathroom. He couldn’t even be a little upset at all the water on the floor when Derek looked too damn funny sitting on the floor beside the tub, completely soaked from Eli’s splashing. Not a surprise considering their five-year-old somehow always left a disaster in his wake.

With one hand on his belly, Stiles stood in the doorway. The twins kicked under his palm, probably not appreciating his laughter since it jostled them around—and there wasn’t a whole lot of room left for movement since he was due in a few (hopefully) short weeks.

“Are you…laughing at me?” Derek asked as he stood, water dripping from his hair.

Stiles shook his head, eyes narrowed at the gleam in Derek’s eyes. It spoke of mischief and mayhem, and Stiles had a pretty good idea of what Derek was about to do.

“Uh uh. No way, don’t you even think about it,” he warned at Derek’s slow approach. But that didn’t seem to deter Derek, who stalked over, shaking his head like a wet dog. Each droplet that made its way toward Stiles had him laughing harder, his rounded belly bouncing with the effort. Eli’s laughter rang through the air, clearly finding this whole spectacle tremendously amusing.

Little traitor, Stiles thought fondly before turning his gaze back to Derek.

“I’ll get you for this,” he declared amidst fits of laughter, but Derek only grinned at him, his eyes soft with affection.

Eli continued giggling, his tiny hands clapping together with glee, utterly oblivious to the wet chaos happening around him. Or maybe because of the chaos since the bathroom, already half-flooded, had transformed into his own private water park.

Stiles gripped Derek’s arms, smiling up at him. “You’re cleaning this up, y'know.”

“Eli is. Aren’t you, bud?” Derek called out, never taking his eyes off Stiles before he kissed him on the tip of his nose. “He already knows he has to clean up the mess he made.”

“Something tells me this wasn’t just him…” Stiles said, narrowing his eyes, though there was no heat in his glare.

Derek gave him a megawatt smile, the kind reserved for Stiles and Stiles alone. “The little shit splashed me. I had to get payback.”

Stiles laughed again, tossing his head back. He slid his hands up to Derek’s shoulders, then to the back of his head, threading his fingers through Derek’s hair.

“I may have gone…overboard.” Derek’s words were muffled as he buried his face in the crook of Stiles’s neck, his breath warm, making Stiles shiver. Not just from the contrast of the cold water soaking through his shirt, but from the flood of arousal coursing through his veins at Derek’s proximity. A spark ignited in Stiles’s belly, warming him from the inside out despite the water that was steadily soaking into his shirt.

But now was not the time for that.

“Well, since you helped make the mess"—he gently tugged on Derek’s hair until Derek lifted his head—"you get to help your son clean up.”

Derek leaned in and nipped at his jaw. “Did I ever tell you that I like it when you’re bossy?”

Stiles would be offended if it weren’t for the teasing lilt of Derek’s voice or the playful smile on his stupidly handsome face. There was also the fact that Stiles was rendered speechless as Derek pulled away and yanked his shirt over his head. Stiles would never ever—ever—get used to the sight of a shirtless Derek Hale. Not even after nearly ten years together.

“Not. Fair,” he ground out, already forgetting whatever quip he’d been about to throw out.

Derek chuckled, the sound reverberating off the walls as he grabbed a couple of dirty towels from the laundry hamper. He tossed them on the floor, laying them out over the water. When Stiles stepped further into the room, Derek held a hand out, a silent offer to help him cross the slippery surface.

Accepting Derek’s hand, Stiles carefully walked over to the bathtub, sitting on the edge to watch Eli while Derek cleaned up.

“Take off your shirt,” Derek told him, reminding Stiles that it was wet now after Derek’s impromptu water attack. “I’ll get you a new one.”

Without hesitation, Stiles did as he was told, pulling the soaked garment over his head and tossing it in the direction of the hamper. “Now who’s the bossy one?”

“Still you.” Derek pressed a kiss to the top of his head before exiting the bathroom, leaving Stiles alone with Eli.

Eli, ever the fiendish five-year-old, was quick to dip his hands in the water once more and, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, flicked water at him. Stiles shook his head as a few rogue droplets struck against his bare chest.

“Nuh uh, no more water shenanigans,” he chided lightly, pointing a firm finger at Eli, who responded with an infectious, toothy grin, his head bobbing as he giggled. “Did Daddy already wash your hair?”

Eli nodded, scooping bubbles into his palm and scooting closer to Stiles. “Daddy, what are these?”

Before Stiles could ask what he meant, Eli stuck his little hands out, smacking his palms against Stiles’s slightly larger-than-normal chest and squeezing. Stiles yelped because one, it was cold, and two, his chest was more sensitive now that his milk was already coming in.

Stiles gently wrapped his fingers around Eli’s small wrists, pulling his far too curious child’s hands away. “Well, I’m an omega, and since I’m pregnant—”

“With Caleb and Clara!” Eli interrupted, always so excited to talk about his baby brother and sister.

“Yes, with Caleb and Clara,” Stiles continued. “Since I’m an omega, I’m able to produce milk, so I can feed them after they’re born.”

Eli nodded as if he knew exactly what Stiles was talking about. “Like a cow? We learned about them when we went to the farm.”

Christ. Stiles could already picture the hysterics Derek was bound to have when he heard about this. With a laugh, he ruffled Eli’s wet hair affectionately, listening to him talk about the field trip he’d gone on to one of the nearby farms. And just as he was imagining Derek’s comical response, the man himself walked back into the room, clean and dry, and holding fresh towels and a shirt for Stiles. Stiles took in the sight before him with an appreciative hum. Even after all their years together, the sight of Derek still gave him butterflies.

“I heard that,” Derek said, a half-exasperated, half-amused look on his face as he leaned down and tipped Stiles’s chin up, giving him a sweet kiss. “And don’t worry, I’d still love you even if you started bellowing.”

Stiles snorted at that, taking his shirt from Derek. “Wow. You really know how to charm a guy, don’t you, Hale?”

Derek’s only response was a quick wink before he turned back toward Eli and his bath. “Alright. Bath time is over. Time for bed.”

As Eli opened his mouth, no doubt ready to start negotiations for ’just five more minutes, please,’ Stiles pulled the fresh shirt over his head, still laughing over the entire interaction.

***

THREE

A warm breath tickled the back of Stiles’s neck and he inhaled sharply, letting out a quiet moan as the scent of freshly made waffles wafted through the room. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light seeping in through the bedroom curtains, painting the room in hues of golden yellow.

The bed dipped and he turned, blinking up at his smiling husband.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Derek whispered before leaning down and stealing a sweet kiss.

Stiles sighed, bringing a hand up and carding it through Derek’s hair. It was so soft, and he loved running his fingers through it.

“What time is it?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. He drew his hand back and sat up, shivering slightly when the sheets pooled at his waist, exposing his bare torso. “Where are the kids?”

Even if they let him sleep in, they’d still be the ones to run in and wake him. Usually by jumping all over the bed—and him.

Derek set a tray filled with plates of food on his lap. “It’s almost noon. Laura picked them up this morning.”

Stiles frowned in confusion. Almost noon? Damn. He must have been more tired than he realized after getting home from work last night. Then again, he’d done back-to-back doubles to help cover some shifts, since a couple of the deputies were out on medical leave.

“She did?” As far as Stiles knew, they didn’t have any plans with her. However, she was also the ’fun aunt’ and prone to unexpected visits.

“Yeah. She said she was giving us the day and was taking the kids to some park or another,” Derek clarified before chuckling.

Stiles nodded absentmindedly, his eyes straying away from Derek to survey the breakfast banquet laid out before him. Belgian waffles with whipped cream and strawberries, bacon, and eggs.

“With Caleb and Clara?” he asked.

They were only three but somehow still in their terrible twos. It was brave of her to volunteer to take them, Stiles thought. Dealing with their twin tornadoes single-handedly was no simple feat. Hell, Eli wasn’t that much better at times, though he was only seven.

“Yeah,” Derek nodded, rubbing Stiles’s back. “But the rest of the pack were meeting her there. Plus, she packed up all their favorite toys and snacks. Even their nap mats. They’ll be fine.”

Stiles relaxed at that. He felt better knowing the others would be there to help Laura, especially when the twins were in their most energetic moods.

“I hope she knows what she’s getting into,” he mumbled around a forkful of eggs. “Pack or no pack.”

Derek chuckled again, pulling Stiles closer and snagging a piece of bacon. “I’m sure she’ll manage. Now eat.”

Savoring the peaceful moment, Stiles dug into the breakfast Derek made. The waffles were fluffy and sweet, inviting him to take another bite.

It wasn’t long before all the food was gone and Derek got up to put the tray on the dresser. He was shirtless, his back muscles rippling in the sunlight that poured in through the windows.

Stiles watched in silent appreciation. Okay, maybe not so silent because a little moan slipped out when Derek turned. His sweatpants were thin. So thin that Stiles could tell he wasn’t wearing anything under them by the impressive outline of Derek’s dick as it hung against his thigh.

And just like that Stiles’s boxers were damp with slick.

Derek’s eyes flashed crimson, nose flaring as he inhaled. A quiet growl slipped out, making Stiles shiver the way it always did.

“Derek,” Stiles said in an inviting whisper, sliding down until he was lying flat on his back on the bed, legs spread wide. The cool sheets against his warm skin sent another shiver through him.

Derek was there in an instant, pinning him to the mattress with a playful growl. His weight was a welcome heat as his large hands roamed over Stiles’s chest. Soft kisses followed the trail, igniting a heat within him that only Derek could kindle.

Stiles gasped and arched his back, wanting more—relentless desire bubbling up inside him, his breath hitching.

“God, Derek.” Stiles whimpered when Derek latched onto one of his nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub teasingly. Stiles’s heart pounded in his chest as excited anticipation washed over him, and he surged upward in response, grabbing at Derek and pressing their lips together hungrily.

Their tongues collided, exploring each other in a dance as familiar as the beat of their hearts. Derek pulled back momentarily, his gaze filled with warmth and desire.

Stiles slid a hand down Derek’s chest to his stomach, fingers scratching through the coarse hair there before reaching the waistband of Derek’s sweatpants. The sight of Derek’s dilated pupils and the feel of his fast-beating heart against his chest had Stiles grinning like a fool. His heart flipped with anticipation as he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband, wrapping his hand around Derek’s dick. It was hot and silky smooth. Rock hard.

Derek shuddered under his touch.

“God, Stiles,” Derek groaned, his voice roughened by desire. He rolled his hips into Stiles’s touch, nuzzling against his cheek as he continued to murmur breathy praises. Every whisper whetted Stiles’s deepening delight, coaxing him further into the delightful haze settling around them.

“Derek,” Stiles breathed out, his hand working a steady rhythm as he absorbed Derek’s reactions. His heart pounded in sync with the thrum of desire coursing through him.

Derek’s hands were everywhere—gripping his hips, tracing his ribs, raking fingers down his flanks.

Derek kissed him again. Deeply, heatedly. His hand drifted over Stiles’s chest, down to his stomach, and then even lower to brush against the sticky dampness in his boxers. A sharp intake of breath followed, and Stiles’s hips bucked up into Derek’s hand.

“Derek!” Stiles yelped, his fingers tightening around Derek’s dick. The sudden movement earned a ragged moan from Derek.

“I’ve got you,” Derek murmured, nipping at Stiles’s jaw and thrusting into his fist. “Let me take care of you.”

The onslaught of sensations had Stiles moaning loudly, but he didn’t care about the noise. Derek didn’t either, Stiles knew that. He knew that it only spurred Derek on. The world outside didn’t exist when they were lost in the thrill of each other.

Then Derek worked his way down Stiles’s body, leaving a trail of feverish kisses in his wake. When he finally reached the waistband of Stiles’s boxers, he glanced up at Stiles, a devastatingly handsome smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

So unfair.

Stiles responded by biting his lower lip, his cheeks heating from how much he wanted Derek’s mouth on his cock. How much he wanted Derek’s tongue on his slick hole.

By the primal and feral look in his eyes, Derek seemed to understand, catching the hint as he slid fingers under the band of Stiles’s boxers and pulled them down. Even in the midst of pleasure, his actions were careful and delicate, a testament to his love and reverence for Stiles.

Once he was naked, Derek began taking him apart, his tongue expertly teasing and tasting. Slowly and sweetly. His scruffy jaw scraped Stiles’s thighs, and it was sensory overload, leaving Stiles a moaning mess beneath him, his pleas and gasps echoing around the room. It was as if Derek was everywhere, all at once, his hands gripping Stiles at the same time his mouth consumed him, drawing out cries that filled the air. Stiles couldn’t hold back any longer; not when Derek ate him out like he was starving for him. Not when Derek thrust two fingers into him, curling and flexing them as he sucked Stiles’s cock in a way that made his toes curl.

Stiles was reduced to gasping whimpers as Derek worked his fingers inside him. Torturing him in the best of ways until every nerve in his body sang and the only words left in his vocabulary were please and fuck.

Derek looked up at him through hooded eyes, and with the way he was kneeling, Stiles could see his cock straining against the confines of his sweatpants. It was decadently sinful.

“Derek, please.” Stiles wasn’t sure what he was begging for. He tangled his fingers in Derek’s hair, urging him on. Wanting more.

More of his mouth.

More of his fingers.

His cock.

“Yes.” Derek’s voice was rough, filled with desire. His movements paused for a second as he swiftly removed his sweatpants, leaving him as exposed as Stiles was. The sight of him was breathtaking, all muscle and skin. And pure raw power. His eyes were a darkened crimson, a sign of how turned on he was.

Stiles watched with anticipation as Derek settled between his spread legs. He wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few good strokes.

“Stiles,” Derek’s voice was a low growl as he positioned himself at Stiles’s slick hole.

An expectant silence fell between them as they both caught their breaths, eyes locked, sharing an intimate stare that spoke volumes of the unbridled love between them.

“Ready?” Derek asked. His voice was barely above a whisper, a tender lilt tinging the last syllable.

Stiles nodded, his lips slowly turning into a smile as he looped his arms and legs around Derek, pulling him closer. Needing to feel all of him.

The moment Derek bottomed out, a shared moan escaped them, the sound echoing around the room, mixed with the soft rustling of the sheets. God, Derek felt so good. Filled him up so perfectly. And when Derek rolled his hips, Stiles matched the rhythm to a beat primal in nature as Derek’s heart pounded against his own—their pulses drumming an unraveling symphony. Pleasure wrapped around Stiles like a living, breathing entity.

Taunting him.

Teasing him.

Luring him into the abyss.

“Oh f-fuck,” Stiles stuttered, his fingers digging into the small of Derek’s back in an attempt to bring him closer, to feel more of him, even though there wasn’t a molecule of space between them.

Derek wrapped his arms underneath Stiles, holding him tightly as he thrust into him. It was hard enough that Stiles gasped, but Derek swallowed the sound, capturing Stiles’s lips in a searing kiss, rocking into him and setting a leisurely pace that was all about pleasure, not urgency.

“Good?” Derek asked after a few minutes, his voice husky and strained. Stiles knew he was holding back, prolonging the moment. Making it last since this was something they didn’t get to experience much anymore outside of Stiles’s heat and Derek’s rut.

“So good,” Stiles breathed out, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Derek kept up the rhythm, matching Stiles’s breaths, pleasuring him in a way that was both new and achingly familiar. The room filled with the sweet and intoxicating scent of Derek and them. It was all Stiles needed. All he wanted.

Their pace fastened gradually, turning more desperate. More urgent. Escalating the euphoria coursing through Stiles. Derek held Stiles’s thighs, lifting his hips to meet his every thrust. Stiles gripped his cock, stroking himself, and the oncoming climax was inevitable. He welcomed it with open arms, letting it pull him under its exhilarating tide—his release spilling hot and sticky between them.

It only intensified when Derek’s knot swelled, filling him in the most delicious way. Especially when Derek’s thrusts grew erratic as he chased his own pleasure.

“Stiles. StilesStilesStiles,” Derek groaned, as if Stiles’s name was all he could say, all he could think about as the pleasure built up, threatening to break him apart.

And then it did. Every muscle in Derek’s body went rigid, his grip tightening around Stiles as he emptied himself into Stiles with a roar that shook their room before biting down on Stiles’s mating bite.

Stiles gasped at the bright sting of pain that quickly flooded into an overwhelming wave of euphoria as he tumbled into the abyss with Derek, another orgasm ripping through him that had him shuddering. That had his vision blurring, ears filled with only Derek’s rough growls and the pounding of his own heart.

He clung to Derek as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours. Time held no meaning as exquisite fatigue washed over him until he emerged from his orgasmic trance, still trembling from the aftershocks.

Derek was somehow both gentle and steadfast, his large hands soothing and grounding him as he traced delicate patterns across Stiles’s skin, quiet in the wake of their shared pleasure.

“You back with me?” Derek asked, his voice barely audible but filled with a teasing hint of relief and satisfaction. His hands caressed Stiles’s sides, a calming and relaxing touch. His whole body enveloped Stiles. Muscular and masculine. Strength and warmth. Comfort.

Stiles found the strength to nod, a gentle murmur escaping his lips. “Mmm… Always with you.”

Derek’s chest rumbled with a pleased purr as he nosed at Stiles’s throat, planting languid kisses there.

“Tired,” Stiles mumbled into Derek’s shoulder, drowsiness creeping up on him, heightened by the post-coital relaxation flooding his system.

Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles as he nosed against his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You can sleep. I’ll clean us up when my knot goes d—”

The sound of minions giggling interrupted him, announcing Derek had a phone call. The ringtone never failed to make Stiles laugh, though Derek grumbled and let out a groan of dissent, pressing his nose deeper into Stiles’s hair, inhaling deeply.

“Worse damn timing,” he muttered, not moving to answer the call.

Stiles rubbed his back, chuckling as he fought sleep. “You should check that.”

Just in case it was Laura since she had the kids.

Derek grumbled again as he propped himself up on one elbow to reach for his phone on the nightstand, careful of his knot. It tugged deliciously on Stiles’s rim, but he bit back his moan as Derek answered the call.

“Hey. Everything alright?” Derek asked before mouthing, ’Laura,’ so Stiles knew who it was.

He couldn’t hear her response, but after a minute, Derek snorted. In fact, his whole body shook with laughter, making Stiles moan as Derek’s knot tugged at his rim again.

Laura must have heard it because Derek rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who called after taking the kids to—and I quote—’give you some time alone’. You even winked.”

Whatever she said made Derek shake his head. He fumbled with the phone and said, “Hold on. I’m going to put you on speaker.”

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite brother…” Laura’s voice came through the phone’s speaker. “I say again, I can’t believe you answered the phone while you’re knotted.”

“He’s your only brother,” Stiles pointed out. “And of course, we’re going to answer. You have our kids. It could have been an emergency.”

“Not an emergency, no. But definitely something that needs to be addressed!” Laura’s voice came through the phone’s speaker. “And it’s not funny, Derek! I thought he was potty trained!”

“Uh…does someone wanna fill me in?” Stiles was a bit lost. And very confused. “Everyone’s potty trained…?”

“Sure,” Laura said, sounding perfectly unamused. “Caleb probably was until he decided to relieve himself when we sat down for a snack. Just dropped his pants and peed against the closest tree!”

Stiles couldn’t hide his laugh as he imagined the scene: Laura standing there in shocked horror as Caleb peed liberally on a tree with a satisfied expression on his face.

This was definitely an ’I told you so’ moment. More for Derek—and Isaac—since they’d insisted on showing the boys they could just pee on a tree when they were outside. Though they’d obviously meant at home or in the preserve, and not, as Caleb had interpreted it, whenever and wherever the mood struck him. Unfortunately, that valuable/awful lesson seemed to have stuck.

“That’s…awww man. Sorry about that, Laura,” Stiles managed to say, trying to stifle his laughter now. “But technically that shows he’s potty trained. It wasn’t like he peed in his pants.”

Besides, the twins were still in training pants, so even if Caleb had had an accident, it wouldn’t have been too bad.

“Yeah, it's real hilarious,” Laura continued, sarcasm dripping from every word. “He could have asked one of us to take him to the bathroom! And that’s not even taking into account that Clara tries to hug every bystander within a four-foot radius. I know we’re werewolves, but we’re also trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. Werewolf or not, strangers don’t appreciate being hugged by a child they don’t know. Especially when the child also happens to be unusually strong and fast for their age.”

Stiles chuckled again, picturing Clara’s warm, enthusiastic hugs throwing unsuspecting passersby off balance. It was so like her to befriend the world, but he could understand Laura’s frustration.

“Understood, Laura,” Stiles said, pressing his palm flat against Derek’s chest, fingers splayed wide over his heart. “We’ll talk to them, see if we can work on the…social boundaries a bit.”

“’Social boundaries.’ Yeah, I like that. And Derek, you can make sure to explain it to the rest of the pack as well. Erica couldn’t stop laughing and Isaac scored him as if this were America’s Got Talent or some shit. And then he high-fived him. High. Fived. Him,” Laura sighed, a half-laugh hiding in her tone. “Honestly, Boyd’s been my only ally.”

Stiles couldn’t help but laugh at that, knowing full well how everyone was with the kids. “What was the score?”

“Not the point, Stiles,” she chided through the line, but then heard Isaac call out, “Eight out of ten!”

This time Derek laughed, taking the phone off speaker. “We’ll talk to them. All of them. Besides that, how are the kids?”

“Does she wanna bring them home?” Stiles interrupted. He was torn. As much as he loved alone time with Derek, he was always a little antsy when the kids weren’t there.

Derek smiled down at him but shook his head. “Alright. We’ll see you later then. And thanks again.”

He ended the call and placed the phone back on the nightstand. His fingertips left trails of fire as they ghosted over Stiles’s still-sensitive skin. Derek nipped lightly at Stiles’s earlobe, an affectionate gesture that drew forth a soft, contented hum from Stiles.

“They’re having a great time.” Derek’s voice rumbled hot against his skin, each word a soothing caress. “Laura’s got it all under control. We have the house to ourselves for the whole day.”

“Mmm… Sounds like heaven,” Stiles admitted, his voice going husky. He definitely wasn’t tired anymore as Derek ground against him. “God, that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Derek murmured in response, tenderly kissing his neck. His breath was hot against Stiles’s skin, causing goosebumps to prickle.

“Always,” Stiles affirmed, dragging his hands down Derek’s back, his breath hitching as Derek shifted just right, sending waves of pleasure spiraling through his still-sensitized body. With a lazy smile, he murmured, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Derek echoed, his comforting presence wrapping around Stiles like a warm blanket. His fingers trailed over Stiles, exploring every curve and dip of his body.

Stiles surrendered to the intoxicating allure of Derek’s touch, content in this moment of stolen tranquility—leaving the phone call and related mishap with the kids to become an amusing memory that fell into the pile of their shared experiences. For now, it was just them, skin on skin and breath on breath.

***

FOUR

“How many pounds should we get?” Stiles called out while staring at the cooler filled with turkeys. It was their year to host Thanksgiving dinner, so he needed to make sure they’d have enough food to feed an army. Which was why they were now at the grocery store. “Actually, it’s more like, how many turkeys should we get?”

If he did the math, at one and a half pounds per person—who was he kidding, these were werewolves, they’d need at least double that—they would have to get at least eighty pounds worth of meat.

“Mom said she was making two,” Derek said, coming up behind him and kissing his shoulder. “One in the oven and the other in the Nesco. If we can find a couple that are at least twenty-five pounds, that should be good.”

Stiles nodded absentmindedly, still doing the math in his head. He was distantly aware of Derek talking to the kids and then Derek kissed his shoulder again, drawing his attention.

“Hmm?” He turned his head, looking at Derek quizzically. “What’s up?”

Derek jerked his head to the side, toward the kids. Eli was playing I Spy with Caleb while Clara was shifting from side to side, which meant—

“I’m going to take her to the bathroom,” Derek told him. Clara was only four; far too young to go by herself. “I’ll be right back.”

“Actually, I’ll take her,” Stiles said since he needed the bathroom, anyway. “Unless you needed to go.”

Derek shook his head and then held his hand out for the shopping list. “I’ll work on the list while you take her.”

Stiles handed it over before taking Clara’s hand and leading her toward the restroom. He was halfway there when his phone vibrated in his pocket. When he fished it out, Lydia’s name lit the screen. Juggling the phone and Clara’s hand, he managed to swipe the call to answer it.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, navigating the rest of the way to the restrooms.

Lydia huffed in a way that said she was having A Day™. “I just need to vent…”

“FYI, I’m taking Clara to the bathroom, but I’m listening,” Stiles told her before she launched into a rant about work. When they got to the front, the family restroom was closed for cleaning, so he nudged the men’s restroom door open with his shoulder and walked Clara inside, opening the door to the first free stall and gesturing for her to go.

While she was using the bathroom, he muted himself and used the urinal then washed and dried his hands, nodding along as Lydia complained about her latest project at work.

Soon, Clara was done, stepping up beside him and trying to reach the soap dispenser with a little ’oof’. Stiles hoisted her up so she could reach, pumping a dollop of soap into her small hands. The foam bubbles brought a grin to her face as she scrubbed her hands.

The restroom door opened, and an older gentleman walked in, quickly making his way into the far stall. It was quiet for a moment, except for the sound of running water as Clara rinsed her hands. And then there was the unmistakable sound of a loud fart as the man in the stall passed gas.

Stiles closed his eyes and braced himself, almost as if he knew what was about to happen before Clara even opened her mouth. And sure enough, half a second later, her little voice called out, “And what do we say when we toot?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and opened his mouth to calmly remind her that this wasn’t home and the man was a stranger, but before he could even get a word out, the man sheepishly responded, “Excuse me. My apologies.”

Stiles barked out a laugh, even as he was mortified.

“I’m so sorry!” he called out, placing his hand on Clara’s shoulder, urging her out of the restroom with a quick, “Let’s go, honey.”

He pressed the button unmuting himself for Lydia again and said, “Oh my God, Lydia, I need to go, but I’ll call you back in a few.”

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine,” he reassured her quickly, before adding, “Just working on those…social boundaries still. I’ll tell you about it later.”

Lydia burst out laughing on the other end of the call. “Well, I cannot wait to hear this. Talk to you later.”

“Okay,” Stiles huffed a laugh. “Yeah, later.”

With that, he hung up, glancing down at Clara who was looking up at him with an innocent expression, as though she hadn’t just embarrassed a stranger in the restroom. The poor man had probably gone in there to pass gas in peace and wasn’t expecting to get chastised by a toddler.

“You’re not in trouble, but do you remember we talked about how to act around strangers, honey?” Stiles asked, smiling down at her.

Clara nodded her head seriously. “Mmhmm…but Daddy always says we should say ”scuse me’ when we toot.“

Stiles couldn’t hold back his laugh.

"Yes, he does, sweetheart, but it’s a little different when it’s strangers,” he explained, taking her hand. “At home, it’s always okay to remind us to use our manners because we’re family. But sometimes, strangers might feel embarrassed. How about we try not to point it out loudly next time, okay?”

“Okay…” Clara muttered, sounding a little unsure, but she gave him a shy smile and a nod.

Stiles glanced around as they walked down the aisle, looking for Derek and the boys. He spotted them in the freezer section by the frozen pies, where they seemed to be engaged in a deep discussion with them about which pies to choose.

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at the sight. “Yeah, we’re not buying frozen pie for Thanksgiving.”

“We’re just looking.” Derek looked relieved to see them. His gaze shifted from Stiles to Clara. “Everything okay?”

Stiles snorted, thinking about their little chat regarding social etiquette. “I’ll tell you about it at home.”

Right now, he just wanted to get the shopping trip over with and hope they didn’t run into the man from the restroom. Derek gave him a curious look but nodded. “Alright.”

He turned back to the boys who were now engaged in a mini-war over which pie was superior—Eli standing firmly on team Pumpkin Pie while Caleb rooted for Apple Pie.

Stiles and Clara joined them, Clara slipping from his grip to pull on Caleb’s shirt, forcing him to pay attention to her.

Derek slid his arm around Stiles’s waist, pulling him close. “Did you want to weigh in on the great Pie debate?”

Shaking his head, a smile played on Stiles’s lips as he watched his family, a laugh escaping his lips.

“I’ll take either, I don’t even really like pie,” he admitted, earning him a shared look of disbelief from Caleb and Eli.

“Never mind, no voting for Dad!” Eli shouted, arms flapping with the exaggerated indignation only a nine-year-old could muster, causing more laughter among the group.

“I like apple pie, like Caleb!” Clara declared, her eyes bright. Her support seemed to swerve the tide in Caleb’s favor.

Caleb flashed a triumphant grin at Eli, who grumpily crossed his arms, not accepting the defeat lightly. But the defeated look on his face didn’t last long as Clara ran up to him, pulling his arm to show him something she found interesting.

As Stiles watched his family, the restroom incident faded into the back of Stiles’s mind. Their chorus of laughter rang out in the quiet warehouse, creating a wholesome symphony he wouldn’t exchange for the world.

***

FIVE

“Should we just pick up dinner on the way home?” Stiles asked as they waited for the final bell to ring. They had the twins’ parent-teacher conference right after school and had gotten there fifteen minutes ago to park since the pickup line could be a nightmare. It was never really a line and people just parked wherever, taking up all the good parking spots. Or, even better, making their own spaces.

Derek hooked his chin over Stiles’s shoulder, holding him from behind. “That sounds good. What should we get?”

Before Stiles could respond, the bell rang.

Derek took his hand, tugging him gently as they walked through the mass of children exiting the building. They headed straight for the kindergarten classroom since Eli always went there anyway to pick up Caleb and Clara before walking out together. It didn’t surprise Stiles to find him already there when they arrived. His classroom might have been on the other side of the building in the fifth-grade hall, but Stiles had no doubt that he’d ignored any and all warnings from teachers about running in the halls as he raced to his siblings.

Sure, they fought and bickered like any other siblings, especially when either of the twins tried to claim his toys, but they were also protective and caring toward one another.

“I beat you!” Eli proclaimed when they walked in.

Stiles gave him a high five as Clara and Caleb ran over, first hugging Derek and then him.

“Why don’t you guys keep playing while we talk to your teacher, okay?” Derek said, gesturing to the blocks on the floor.

Stiles nodded. “Just remember that you’ll need to clean up whatever mess you make, okay?”

The twins nodded enthusiastically before dragging Eli to the mat and pulling him down to sit.

Their teacher, Ms. Bowen stood and gestured for them to sit at the small table next to her desk. “Thank you both for coming in. It’s good to see you again.”

Stiles looked at the child-sized chairs warily before slowly lowering himself onto one. Somehow he always forgot how comically small these seats were designed. Derek took the other chair, managing to make himself look at ease despite the comical mismatch between his large frame and the tiny furniture.

Ms. Bowen took the spot across from them and opened the folder that was in front of her. This might have been the first set of conferences for the school year, but Stiles knew the routine from Eli’s conferences over previous years. Ms. Bowen would detail Caleb and Clara’s academic progress, any classroom behavior concerns, and discuss their social interactions.

And she did.

Ms. Bowen began with Clara, noting her outstanding progress in reading for her age range and her gentle, nurturing dynamic during group tasks. Caleb’s remarkable math skills and enthusiastic class participation were recognized next. It was apparent that both of them were thriving, and flyaway comments about their mannerisms and childhood quirks made Stiles smile. Like Clara’s fondness for mismatched socks and Caleb’s conviction that capes made him run faster.

“Derek, Stiles,” Ms. Bowen began after finishing her report, “Do you have any particular areas of concern, or questions, regarding Clara and Caleb’s progress so far?”

Stiles looked at Derek, who was running a finger along his stubble in thought. He seemed about to speak when the kids burst into giggles on the floor, momentarily distracting them both.

“Nothing comes to mind right now. They’re doing so great, and we’re very proud of them.” Derek finally responded, his gaze shifting back to Ms. Bowen. “But if anything arises, we know you’re just a call away.”

Stiles nodded in agreement. The teachers here have always been forthcoming and supportive; it was comforting knowing their door was open for any potential concerns.

“Ms. Bowen, can I show them my drawing from yesterday?” Caleb bounced over with a bright smile on his face.

Clara tossed her blocks to the side and ran over right behind him. “I wanna show them mine too!”

“Of course.” Ms. Bowen chuckled, sliding the folder to Stiles and Derek as Caleb and Clara went to their desks. “Alright, this is for you to take h—oh my!”

Stiles followed her gaze, eyes widening when he saw the picture Caleb held up. On it were several—well, Stiles wasn’t exactly sure what they were supposed to be but the drawings sure looked like dicks. A variety of them and in all different sizes. He snorted, immediately covering it with a cough because while he could be immature at times, he knew it probably wasn’t appropriate right now.

Probably.

“Well, that's—” Derek reached out, taking the picture from Caleb and placing it on the table. He cleared his throat and Stiles could tell he was a little flustered—an odd sight to see on the usually stoic alpha werewolf. Then again, it wasn’t every day their kid shoved a drawing of dicks in his face.

Stiles broke the awkward silence, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “So, uh, what are we looking at here, kiddo?”

“It’s me!” Caleb proclaimed proudly.

Derek let out a strangled noise. Stiles, on the other hand, couldn’t hide his laughter.

“You drew yourself, huh?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice steady.

Caleb nodded proudly, his smile so wide it threatened to split his face. “Ms. Bowen said we could draw whatever we wanted. So I drawed myself!”

“Yourself?” Derek bit his lip as he apparently tried to reconcile that with the image on the page.

“Yeah! Look, that’s me when I was a baby. And then when I was one and two and three and four and five,” Caleb said, pointing at each of the strangely shaped figures. “Like I am now!”

Stiles looked at the drawing again and tried very hard not to laugh (again).

“Oh, I see it,” he said, managing to keep a semblance of a straight face. “Those are great drawings, kiddo.”

Clara was next, eagerly shoving her drawing towards them. It wasn’t any discernible shape or object. Instead, it was a burst of colorful scribbles and dots that filled the page to the brim.

“And I drew a rainbow!” she chirped, beaming at them. “Do you like it?”

“We love it,” Stiles assured, taking her picture and holding it next to Caleb’s. “Both of these will be going up on our fridge.”

The twins bounced in delight at the news, and Ms. Bowen wore an amused smile. The meeting soon ended, and they gave their goodbyes as Stiles gathered their drawings before walking out with Derek, Eli, and the twins.

On the way back to their car, Stiles couldn’t help but glance at Caleb’s comical depiction of himself, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Derek shook his head, letting out a good-natured sigh. “Honestly, only our kids could turn a parent-teacher conference into a comedy show.”

Stiles shot him a grin, wrapping an arm around his husband’s waist. “And that’s why we love them.”

As they reached the car, Stiles looked at the kids, their faces glowing with happiness and pride, and realized how perfectly ordinary this moment was—and how extraordinarily lucky he was to have this.

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[holylulusworld]

Dreams of sharp teeth - Halloween

This story was written for @viking-raider's HALLOWEEN-KINKTOBER CHALLENGE. 🎃

This story was also written for @navybrat817 & @darkficsyouneveraskedfor 𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖔𝖔 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜’𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 - I used the following tropes:

An unwanted houseguest

Power outage

A string of unexplained deaths

Summary: People disappear in your sleepy town.

Work Name/Title: Dreams of sharp teeth

Author: Holylulusworld

Fandom: Henry Cavill (MI & Night hunter)

Ship: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader x Werewolf!August Walker

Square filled for @halloweenhorrorbingo: Square 3: Wouldn't even harm a fly.

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween was always special to you. The costumes, carving pumpkins, and watching scary movies with your boyfriend.

Sadly, you are not allowed to leave your house tonight to watch the kids raid candy and have a few drinks with your friends. 

A string of unexplained deaths keeps people in your sleepy little town awake. It’s not unusual for people to die or get killed in accidents. But these days, people disappear and never get found. 

The few that got found were missing something important. Their hearts. That’s very unusual and concerning. Especially when the worst crime ever happening in your sleepy towns was when a few teenagers stole a car and crashed it. 

Your boyfriend is somewhere across the country, and you are alone in the empty house, feeling a little under the weather as you caught a cold from one of the kids at the local library where you’re working at.

It feels like the hours passed by in a blink, and dusk falls soon after you dragged yourself out of bed. You yawn and try to get your legs to obey. 

It’s a struggle but you manage to walk inside the kitchen to make some coffee.

You hate the dark liquid, but you are scared to fall asleep since the killings started - like everyone else in town. If only you can stay awake until dawn, the nightmares will go away.

The monotone noise the coffee brewer makes lures you into sleep again. Your eyes feel heavy, and you yawn once again. “I need to stay awake,” you remind yourself as you remember the dream you had last night.

Teeth - sharp and deadly haunt your dreams. And voices. Deep voice luring you in, calling for you in the darkness. They say your name and promise a life beyond your imagination.

Watching the coffee run into the cup you sigh. If only you could sleep for a few hours. It’s all you want and need. Your migraine is getting worse with every hour you force yourself to stay awake and you are so tired it’s painful.

“Just a few more hours,” you take a large sip of the bitter brew. “Hang on, Y/N. The curfew will be over soon. They will hunt the wolves killing the people in town down, and you can go back to your normal life.”

You chuckle as you realize that you tend to talk to yourself lately. With no one around, and no chance to leave the house, you are stuck here with too many thoughts running through your mind.

Maybe watching a movie will take your mind off the current situation in your town. You walk back inside your living room, searching for the remote control to switch the TV on. As you plop down onto the sofa, you groan as your bad knee cracks again.

“You’re getting old, Y/N,” you chuckle to yourself. “That’s payback for all the times you made fun of your mother for complaining about her age, and the little aches and pains that come with it.”

You take another sip of your coffee and switch to another channel. Horror movies are out of the question. The horror you experience in your dreams is enough. 

Switching channels, you try to find anything else to watch but a horror movie. You sigh, as you end up watching a talk show. 

Between sipping at the unwanted coffee and watching nonsense on TV you try not to fall asleep. Eyes trained on the tv you try to follow the conversation going on between the host and their guests. It’s boring but distracts you from the nightmare you had.

“It’s not that bad,” you lie to yourself while listening to the show. You are about to laugh about something the host said when the TV turns black. “NO!” All the lights go out, and you are sitting in darkness. 

Not another power outage. That’s the last thing you need right now. Fear grips your heart hearing noise come from outside your house. You grab your phone and run toward the front door to double-check if you locked it.

It’s locked, and you feel a little safer. Next is the back door, and all the windows. You almost run upstairs to check on your bedroom window, only to find it closed too.

“Y/N, you need to calm down,” you tell yourself once again. It’s hard to remain calm while people in town disappear, and die, though. “Relax. This is only another power outage. Nothing will happen to you.”

It doesn’t matter that your doors are locked. You walk back inside the kitchen and get the biggest knife you own. Your boyfriend will call you paranoid or crazy when he comes back, but you don’t care.

Better safe than sorry.

You walk back upstairs when someone knocks at your door. It’s in the dead of the night, and you don’t want to open the door. 

But what if one of your neighbors is in trouble? 

Maybe Mrs. Sinclair, a widow who can barely walk. Or Annie, from three houses down, a nurse with a heart of gold. You cannot ignore them, not if someone is in trouble.

Turning back around, the knife still in your hands you silently walk down the stairs. You’re a good neighbor, but you don’t want whoever is standing in front of your door to know that you are at home.

You look through the peephole, frowning because you can’t see shit.

“Hi, miss. I’m Walter from across the street. Your new neighbor. I mean we moved to town some months ago, but I wasn’t around much lately.”

“Walter,” you whisper and try to remember the people who moved into the only vacant house in your neighborhood.

“Walter Marshall, miss. I was checking on the neighbors if anyone needs help,” he says. “I’m with the police.”

“I locked the doors, and my boyfriend is here with me,” you don’t know why you lie to Walter, but you do. “He checks the windows. We are good, really.”

He chuckles darkly, and you step away from the door. “Sweetie, we both know you are all alone. I can hear your heart racing and smell your fear.”

Smell your fear? How’s that even possible?

You only know one thing for sure - that you won’t open the door for him. No matter what. You step backward, almost knocking the small coffee table next to your couch over as he knocks again. 

“Sweetie, open the door. It will make things so much easier for you and us.”

“Go away,” you shiver as he knocks again, louder this time. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t,” he almost sounds sorry. “Y/N, you are not having a cold. Didn’t you ask yourself why so many people died after you got scratched by the kid in the library?”

You shake your head. How can he know about the incident and your cold?

“We know because we were there that day,” another voice says. You feel his hands on you, holding your trembling body in a tight grip. His strong arms wrap around your body. “Let us help you before you hurt more people. It’s not your fault. We should’ve been there to guide you through this.”

“August, go easy on her. She doesn’t know,” your eyes widen when the front door opens. You are sure you locked it and now your neighbor invades your home. “Hold her tight, we need to bring her to the basement before the moon rises again. She cannot control her powers yet.”

“What do you want? Let me go! Now,” you grow and snarl in Walter’s direction. You don’t know what’s wrong with you. “I’ll kill you.”

“I know you are confused,” August whispers in your ear. “But you need to listen to us. The kid that bit you wasn’t a normal child. It was our cousin’s boy and a werewolf. He cannot control his instinct.”

“He’s a good boy. Usually, he wouldn't even harm a fly. But the full moon was close, and you tried to take the book out of his hands. We are sorry, but you are one of us now,” Walter steps closer to cup your face. “You need to come with us before you hurt more people.”

“So far, we were able to cover your attacks. If you run around town and attack more people, they will find out about our secret, and we cannot let this happen.”

“I don’t…understand. I was at the library and then I…” you frown. “I lost track of time. My boyfriend…I need to call him. I…”

“Sweetie,” Walter tries to calm you. Your eyes glow, and you snap your teeth in his direction. “This is going to be hard to stomach but...”

August holds you a little tighter before he says, “He was your first victim…”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This is the end of this year's kinktober.

Tags in reblog.

#walter marshall #august walker #halloween horror bingo 2023 #hhb2023 #werewolf au #werewolf!walter marshall #werewolf!august walker #Dreams of sharp teeth - Halloween #kinktober vs flufftober 2023

[lisalosingstreak]

For @oldrugger82 thanks for the suggestion and sorry it’s late!!

Enid Doesn’t Make the Cut

SLAM!!!

With an almost ridiculous amount of ease Enid threw down Celeste onto the mat. Her victory tally was now 4 out of 4 that evening in her wrestling practice. Even with the pills she had to take to restrict her werewolf abilities she was easily the strongest and the most agile in Nevermore and was clearly the best choice for the state championship the following week.

“I’m sorry Enid you didn’t make the cut.” Coach Eleanor informed her as they walked towards the showers.

“What? How can that be? I’m better than everyone else put together.”

“Well, we’ve had, err complaints about you.” replied the coach, pulling her to one side and speaking more quietly to her.

“What sort of complaints?”

“Since you err, announced your new relationship with Wednesday no-one wants to fight you or even share showers.”

“WHAT THE HELL? What sort of homophobic shit is this? Or is it because Wednesday can be a little bit intense with other girls that come near me?”

“A bit of both - dressed up in other excuses to be honest. I’m not happy but the school board has a process to follow.”

Enid seethed, stamping her foot down in defiance.

“That’s bullshit.”

“Yeah I know. Maybe I can get you in next week if it all blows over but I doubt it.”

WWWD? Enid wondered. Wednesday wouid probably make a lot of fuss, possibly threaten someone with a knife or something else off her seemingly inexhaustible list of potential punishments.

Enid had to keep it together for now. She stopped her tears from falling as she grabbed her kit and without changing stormed out into the chilly autumn air to get back to her dorm on the other side of the building.. Hopefully her girlfriend would be back to get some alone time with her soon.

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“I WANT NAMES ENID” Wednesday demanded as Enid walked into the dorm, her eyes steaming mascara tears down her front.

“I don’t know them Willa I’m sorry.” Enid whimpered, dropping her bag near the doorway so she could use both of her hands to shut and lock the heavy oak dorm room door.

Wednesday immediately softened as she saw how miserable her girlfriend was. But she still wanted revenge for whoever had caused her beloved to be so upset.

“Ok I’ll leave it for later” she demurred, not really wanting to back down.

“Can we just forget it? It’ll just make things a whole lot worse if you deploy an Addams style payback.”

Wednesday was silent. This wasn’t how she operated.

“No kisses until you promise.” Enid said flatly.

“I PROMISE!” Wednesday blurted out, suddenly panicked that her favourite pastime (not that she would admit it) could stand a chance of being restricted.

Enid smiled. That beautiful, wide, lip glistening, fang bearing, sunshine rainbow and sparkles grin that was Wednesdays life force ever since they first met.

All was well. Almost.

Wednesday stood a few feet away from Enid, not wanting to ask for one of Enid’s kisses, but also wanting to make sure her wolf was ok - she hadn’t forgotten how upset she had been when she had returned to the dorm.

“Enid, would you feel better if I gave you a hug?”

Enid squealed in joy and skipped over to close the gap between them. She never assumed that Wednesday would welcome physical touch, always waiting to be invited in to her ravens personal space. Not that Wednesday had ever refused since they kissed for the first time, a few weeks after Crackstone.

Wednesday opened her arms wide to signify she was happy to continue. As usual Enid grabbed her with both arms and squeezed her so tight all the air was forced out of her lungs resulting in a deep groan from her plump lips. Plump lips that were immediately kissed by Enid.

After a couple of minutes of making out, Wednesday reluctantly broke contact in order to breathe. Enid had much greater lung capacity than herself, which Wednesday hoped to take advantage of one day, so Enid was never the first one to come up for air.

As Wednesday gazed into Enid’s sparkling blue eyes she felt herself fall. Again. Damn this girl was kryptonite to her, she would do anything to make her happy, and she knew what Enid wouid enjoy the most that evening.

“Enid, would you like to watch a film together? I can order food for us both and I can take an antihistamine so I can sit on your bed with you.”

Enid let out a little squeal of joy again, pulling Wednesday back into the rib crushing hug again.

“I guess that’s a yes my dear?”

“Of course babycakes!”

“Don’t call me that Enid.”

“You know you love it - babycakes.”

“I will admit no such thing.”

Wednesdays words were negated by the grin that spread across her own face, damn she couldn’t even control her own body when it came to her beloved - and she knew what was coming next.

“DIMPLES!!!” Enid squeaked, pushing an index finger into the depressions that Wednesday only allowed Enjd to see.

Half an hour later Wednesday nibbled at the scorching hot pizza she had ordered for them both and nuzzled into Enid’s side. The film had started ten minutes ago but Wednesday had done nothing but stare lovingly at Enid’s face, basking in the positivity and warmth that radiated from the love of her life.

Never in her worst nightmares had she ever thought she would be ensnared by such a delectable creature as Enid, and she had no intention of ever trying to escape.

She craned her head upwards and kissed the deepest scar on Enid’s face, her ravishing beauty too much to resist.

“Hey! Don’t get pizza grease on me!l” Enid joked.

“You know you love it Enid.”

Enid turned and grabbed Wednesdays neck and pulled her in for a surprise deep and meaningful kiss.

“Damn right I do - babycakes.”

Wednesday sighed and thumbed the ring box buried deep in her hoody pocket with her free hand. If Enid reacted like this to pizza and a film what would she do when Wednesday asked her to marry her?

It sure was going to be wonderful to find out.

#wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #wednesday #wednesday is soft for enid #enid is a lesbian #wlw love #Wednesday is a lesbian #tooth rotting fluff #fluff #fluff no smut #SFW

[gay-dorito-dust]

So can i request wednesday x gn reader who has wanda maximoff powers specifically before wanda had the ability to compelety control reality

Telepathy, telekinesis, energy manipulation/projection, forcefields and nightmare induced illusions. This was you at your most weakest and yet you were still the most feared person within Nevermore after getting some payback on Eugene’s bullies by putting them into a week long nightmare induced illusion. Some were more graphic and horrific then others that Weems had to add additional visitations to Dr Kinbott because of it.

The severity of the nightmares weren’t your doing but the rest however was so you were put into servitude by helping Thronhill with her plants to make up for it. “Your powers will only gradually become stronger with how quickly your progressing.” She once said creepily as you used your telekinesis to hook some of her newer potted plants closer towards the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You asked her, the magic quickly fades back into the palms of your hands which you then pressed closely against your chest. “I was just merely stating a fact dearie, no need to be so worried.” She tried to pass off her comments but they still felt a weird feeling in your chest and in the back of you mind, something told you not to ever be this alone with someone like her ever again. If you knew what was good for you.

You knew that your magic was comparatively more dangerous and unpredictable then the other witches at Nevermore which was why even they tended to stray away from you in fear of becoming collateral damage when your powers became unstable. They did try to help you but all their methods contradicted each other and it ended up with you setting off a wave of un concentrated energy, injuring the few witches within the room with you at the time with bruises and bone fractures from being propelled into things.

You didn’t blame anyone in staying away from the chaos witch with no control over their own damn powers. You’d stay away from yourself if you could. Besides Eugene, the only people brave enough to be within your presence was Enid and Xavier after you saved Xavier from some normies that destroyed his art and helped Enid when she was in a pinch of getting something off of the top shelf before leaving.

The werewolf was persistent in getting to know you better after that and soon used her gossip blog to clear any misconceptions about you as did Xavier and Eugene. You helped them, so it was only obvious that they help make your stay at Nevermore that little bit better. For that act of kindness, you couldn’t repay them and they don’t expect you to because friendship shouldn’t be consistently give or take.

So when Wednesday came and started taking the cautious eyes that were once burning into your back, you felt as though you could finally breath knowing that you weren’t the one people were forcing themselves to walk on eggshells anymore. Well that wasn’t true, there were still people who feared you and what you were capable of when put/ forced to endure under mass amounts of emotional stress.

Wednesday originally came to you when her visions started to become more and more frequent, come may or may not have contained you in them to some extent. She thought that due to your extent of powers, you may give her some insight in her visions and seeing as out of every incompetent nitwit within the school, you were her best options.

She walked in on you using your powers to put back misplaced books in the library and she had to say that seeing such magic up close was a sight to behold. Though her hands were more preoccupied on how your hands moved in intricate ways or how the veins within your hands were beautifully complemented by the glow of your magic that she also forgot what she came to you for.

“May I help you?” Your voice broke her out of her trance and Wednesday was quick to show you the ripped page she got from Rowan, placing it in front of you. “Do you know anything about this?” She asked blankly as your eyes looked over the images with furrowed brows.

“Hate to break it to you but my powers don’t extend to visions of any kind. All I know about this is what Rowan told me and even then it’s like what Xavier told Me, visions only show what the person wishes to see, they’re not based upon any logic and are always misconstrued by a multitude of people who waste themselves away from trying to decipher them.” You told her as you handed back the page. “But if I were to make an assumption, you either saving the school, or destroying it.” You left Wednesday alone in the library after the encounter as she was stood there, mulling over your words as she looked closer on the page before her eyes flickered to the nightshade marking on the right hand corner of the page.

After having deduced you as unable to helping her, Wednesday thought that would be the least you’d cross paths but it seemed that fate was throwing her surprise after surprise and Wednesday wasn’t fond of surprises. Due to your friendship with Eugene and Enid, you were becoming more and more involved in Wednesday’s little investigation more so then you probably thought.

So much so that you were just as deeply in the crime as everyone else was that you didn’t noticed that it was starting to build up stress within you. So when you, Tyler, Wednesday and Enid went to investigate the abandoned Gates’ house and when the Hyde began to corner your three into a cramped space.

Enid’s panicking wasn’t helping the situation and before you knew it, another wave of energy burst forth from your hands and it sent the metal door off it’s hinges and into the Hyde, sending it back down the stairs where it came up from after supposedly ‘hurting’ Tyler. “I’m sorry.” You told the girls but Enid was more ecstatic then anything as she clung herself to your side.

“Sorry?!” She exclaimed, “you saved us y/n!you really showed that monster who’s boss!” Wednesday was silent as she looked at your hands but it wasn’t in disgust or anger but more so curiousness. After all she had only see your power in small dosages and knew that when you were put under immense pressure, your magic became more unstable for you to control, which leads to unpredicted outputs of strong chaos magic.

You protected her and Enid and it left a weird warm feeling within her chest that she was quite use to yet but would soon get use to when you would once again protect her by conjuring up a forcefield during the final fight with Crackstone.

“Witch!” He’d cried, pointing his cane at you as it beamed a vicious red.

“Yeah that’s right, I’m a witch” you said tiredly as you pointed to yourself before using the last ounces of your energy into a last ditch effort in knocking the cane out of his hand before collapsing to the floor out of exhaustion. You felt yourself becoming a little stronger after the fight but that only made the fear within your grow.

So once it was finally over and everyone was accepting their victory, Thornhill has to remind everyone that she was still very much alive and holding a gun threateningly towards Wednesday and Bianca, thinking that you had exhausted yourself, but luckily you had recovered enough energy from when Bianca and Wednesday were finishing off Crackstone to remove the gun from her hand and make it turn on her just as Eugene came in with the swarm of bees.

“You saved me multiple times when I’ve proven myself a character that you shouldn’t waste your breath on, why?” Wednesday finally mustered up to ask you when you were clearing out your dorm for the remainder of the semester.

“You’re right, you have proven yourself a character I shouldn’t have wasted so much time and effort towards but here’s the thing, butterflies can never truly see how beautiful they are with their own eyes. They have to trust those nearby to believe their are genuine.” You told her as you gave her a soft smile before turning back to your packing before adding, “will you come back next semester?”

“This school have proven it’s intrigue to me, but I’ll only be retuning if you promise to return also.” You laughed as her words before looking at her over your shoulder, “I’ve got nowhere to be other then here.” You told her, surprisingly liking the fact that she was anticipating your return to this weirdly secretive school.

“Put your number in this…thing Xavier bought me.” She tried her best to make her demand sound less of a demand but it failed and you couldn’t help but chuckle again at her attempts of being friendly and put your number into her phone so that she may text you when inconvenienced.

Spoiler: you talked to her pretty much the entire time until you had to go back to Nevermore to solve a stalker problem.

#wednesday addams fanfic #Wednesday Addams fic #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams imagine #Wednesday Addams imagines #Wednesday x you #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday imagines #Wednesday fic #Wednesday fanfic

[deangirlsstuff67]

Payback

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: teasing, dirty talk, face riding, throatfucking

Summary: You've had a crush on Dean ever since the boys save you from the werewolf, who happened to be your boyfriend at the time. Sam is like an older brother to you and well Dean is the best eye candy a girl can ask for. You'd never cross that line... would you?

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Sam stayed behind at Bobby's to do more research that he enjoyed and have some time off. It was a simple vampires nest, Dean and you could handle it.

What you weren't expecting was with Sam gone Dean amped up his flirting and teasing. Hand sitting too high on your thigh, leading you into a room by the small of your back, or the sexy winks he sends your way.

You're now back in your shared motel room. Dean was nice enough to let you shower first. You head was swimming in lust, you forgot to bring your clothes into the bathroom. Now you have to walk out in front of Dean in nothing but a towel and soaking wet.

Damn it.

Deep breath in to steady my nerves before opening the door. My eyes zero in on my bag, refusing to even look at Dean. God what he must think.

You barely hear the whispered 'fuck' that came from his direction. You turn to run back to the bathroom but stop dead in your tracks when you see him sitting up right and staring at you.

Your eyes are locked on his face as he scans your body up and down. Heat rises to your cheeks when those beautiful green eyes linger on your breasts.

Finding your voice finally, "Dean..."

It's barely above a whisper, but he hears you and drags his eyes up to your face. Licking his lips, he sends a soft smile your way, "you're fucking beautiful y/n."

Well fuck. What are you supposed to do with that. Biting your bottom lip, your thighs clench as a new wave of desire runs through your body.

Dean gets off the bed, making his way towards you. The close he steps the farther you back up. Within a couple steps your back hits the wall and he has you caged in between his strong arms.

"I'm trying sweetheart, but right now I want to lick every inch of you perfect, wet body."

Fuck. More slick runs down your thighs at his words. It's like a slip and slide down there.

Feeling brave, you let go of the tiny towel that barely covers your body. It slips down your frame, Dean's eyes following the path of new exposed skin. You wrap your arms around his neck and drag him down for a kiss.

Fireworks explode behind your eyes, feeling his lips on yours. You take over and back him up until you're both falling onto his bed.

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Rough carpet burns into your knees where you kneel in front of the oldest Winchester. He's strong hands are tangled in your y/h/c hair as he drives his cock deeper into your tight throat.

Drool and tears smear your face as he takes his pleasure from your mouth. Looking down at you with desire swimming in his irises, "you're gorgeous with my cock in your mouth y/n."

His thrusts speed up, get sloppy before you feel his cock twitch in your throat. Then your mouth is flooded with salty cum as he releases into your mouth.

Breathing heavy, you wipe your mouth clean and stand up. Dean takes you into a needy kiss, groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue.

Before you know what is happening, he has you on your back, thighs around his shoulders as he is thrusting his wet tongue into your waiting heat.

Dean made you incredibly horny. You think a little payback is needed. He needs to be just as desperate and horny as you are.

Wiggling away from his naughty mouth, you stand up. Confusion paints Dean's face as he slowly rises from his knees. You don't allow him to talk before you shovel him back onto the bed. His head bounces softly off the mattress, you're crawling up his body.

Dean starts to see what's happening as you place your knees on either side of his waiting face.

Dean sends you a sexy smirk before you lower your pussy onto his warm, wet mouth. You don't know it yet, but this is about to be you new favorite ride.

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Taglist:

@syrma-sensei @yvonneeeee

#jensen ackles #dean girl #dean winchester #spn fanfic #supernatural #dean winchester fic #dean x you #deanwinchtser #dean winchester x ofc #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x original female character #dean winchester x you #spnfandom #jensen ackles smut

[jobean12-blog]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist #2

*18+ ONLY PLEASE, minors DNI! 

Chasing Love * (Mob!Bucky AU)

Bedtime Story*

Work it Out *

Neighborly Love * (neighbor!Bucky AU)

Protecting What’s His (Bodyguard AU)

Easy Target (CEO!Beefy!Bucky AU)

A Kiss to Remember (Vampire AU)

After the Fall *

Perfect Kind of Trouble

Something Wilder (Joel x reader, Bucky x reader)

A Love for the (P)Ages (mob!Bucky AU)

Fallen (Werewolf!Bucky AU)

Dark Desires (Demon!Bucky AU)

Love in Lace (mob!bucky AU)

Sunshine in the Dark (Werewolf!Bucky x Vampire!Reader)

Let Me (Mob!Bucky AU)

Rooted in Love (Plant!Dad!Bucky AU)

Heart of Darkness (Demon!Bucky AU)

Love in Bloom (Plant!Dad!Bucky AU)

His to Keep (Mob!Bucky AU)

That’s the Way Love Grows (Plant!Dad!Bucky AU)

Payback is Sweet

Heart of a Wolf (Werewolf AU)

Alpine Approved

Bake Nights

Had to be You (enemies to lovers)

Back in my Arms *

Life is Good

Next Door to Love (Neighbor AU)

Claimed * (Mob/Bookshop AU)

Color Me Yours (Mob!Bucky AU)

Boom Clap

Everything You Want* (Mob!Bucky AU)

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes au #beefy!bucky #beefy!bucky x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Red Sky Pack:

lead by Jake Seresin, his second in command Javy Machado

the pack's history is troubled, their last alpha drunk on his power, but under Jake things are looking up. they are loyal to one another and wary of outsiders.

the pack only has seven members, but a few notable Betas are:

- Mickey Garcia, smallest wolf in the pack - Rueben Fitch, Mickey's mate and the largest wolf in the pack - And Frank Moral, cousin of Jeremiah Bellmoral and the oldest wolf in the pack

Would you want to be a member of Red Sky Pack?

werewolf!topgun taglist: @blue-aconite @darkestbeforethedawn16 @supernaturaldawning @illisius @hope-love-equality2 @wanderingdetectives @sqrlgrl22 @dempy @theforevermorereject @the-untamed-soul @emandems10 @xxshea-barnesxx @piceous21 @sopheeg @ollyoxenfrees @luckyladycreator2 @newlibrary

#oc: ronnie bradshaw #fic: the echo (or the answer) #fd: top gun #gif manip #gif edit #gifset #werwolf au #werweolf!au #alpha!jake #alpha!hangman #werewolf!jake #werewolf!hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #werewolf!fanboy #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #werewolf!payback #rueben payback fitch #rueben fitch #oc: frank moral

[teacup-gathering-itself]

Regulus wanting to start shit with everyone all at once could do it so efficiently.

With one single move he could ruin everyone in his entire bloodline’s day.

Bring Remus John Lupin to a family dinner as his date.

His parents and extended family? Pissed about him bringing a MALE HALFBLOOD WEREWOLF (three strikes immediately lmao) to the house and declaring his romantic intentions.

Sirius? Thats his best fucking friend who wow that’s so strange when did he get hot??? But anyways his best friend. Dating his brother. Absolutely not.

Remus would do it just for fun. As payback for the prank possibly. A prank done properly he’d say.

#harry potter thoughts #harry potter imagine #harry potter #hp imagine #harry potter rant #harry potter marauders #marauders era #marauders imagine #marauders #regulus black #sirius and regulus #remus x sirius #sirius orion black #hp marauders #marauders fandom #the prank #wolfstar #regulus being regulus

[cat-mentality]

More of my favorite silly qsmp headcanons that have zero evidence in canon

The Spanish version:

Willy has creeper dna and he can communicate with them

He however has literally declared the whole species his mortal enemies, and the feeling is mutual

For some reason turtles really like Willy, Tallulah's turtles once staged a break just to hang out in his base (Philza was not pleased)

Vegetta and Rubius fought once and Rubius cursed him to be a werewolf, it was supposed to be temporary but Rubius legitimately forgot about it and Vegetta kinda of likes it now

Vegetta as a result will sometimes howl at the moon and he is like, weirdly, into smells, especially Foolish's for some reason

No one really questions it even if Maximus is the only one who knows he is a werewolf

Maximus is one of the only humans in the Island so he just takes the weirdness on strike, nothing fazes him

Maximus doesn't won a single matching pair of socks and its on purpose

He also owns more sunglasses than he does furniture

Roier is a spider hybrid and he can climb walls like one, he uses that power to scare the living shit out of people

He doesn't do it to Rivers anymore because one time her first response was to set him on fire and then yell at him while he was burning

One time he also took her makeup without asking and she chased him around with a ax

Mariana recorded the whole thing

As a payback Roier stole his glasses and Mariana had to walk around the Island seeing jack shit, he ended up groping so many people by mistake that he legitimately buried himself into the sand until Luzu made him some new glasses

Arin will sometimes hang out inside of people's machines just for fun (He is the one that taught Pierre's machines to swear)

Arin and the codes are enemies with benefits (Luzu refuses to acknowledge this)

Pol pulls out the "old man" card literally every time something mildly inconveniences him or when he wants someone to do something for him

Roier and Quackity always end up getting falling for it

One time Willy and Vegetta blew up a part of his studio and he dead ass pulled their ears and made them redo the whole thing

No one has gathered the courage to ask Pol what he is, but let's just say that when he says old, he means old

He and Abueloier are childhood friends

The reason Missa takes so long to come back every time he leaves is because he has the worst sense of direction ever, he has inadvertently managed to map out the whole Island when he just wanted to find a river.

The mobs just kinda stopped attacking him at some point because it genuinely made them feel bad, they will try when he is with someone else and some token attempts from time to time but mostly they just ignore him

Quackity will say the most absurd things about the Island with a very straight face and he always end up tricking at least one poor soul in believing his bullshit

Quackity can speak to ducks and they have very long and deep philosophical conversations about the meaning of life and the mysteries of the universe

Luzu one time found him while he and the ducks are discussing the dangers of capitalism and he just backed away very slowly

German got lost trying to walk around the Island and he still haven't found his way back, on a good note he has been adopted by the slimes because they like his shirt

Rivers can talk to chickens and they obey her orders, Mariana was once chased down by an army of chickens and he still doesn't know how that happened

Luzu can literally sleep anywhere, he once feels asleep in a bush of thorns

Roier however can only fall asleep in the best sheets with the most luxurious mattress, but he sleeps like the dead, Quackity likes to play a game called "how many random objects can i stack in Roier before he wakes up"

Roier still doesn't know who does that

Missa doesn't know that he can be really fucking scary when he approaches someone in the darkness and he has hurt his feelings many times when people screamed when he wanted to say "hi"

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons #i have more of those but it was getting very long already #i just enjoy thinking about them being silly and stupid #qsmp el mariana #qsmp luzu #qmsp quackity #qsmp maximus #qsmp missa #qsmp roier #qsmp vegetta #qsmp german #qsmp polispol #qsmp rivers #qsmp willyrex #holy shit that's a lot of tags

[awkwardwhims]

Timeline of Events

Fern was hanging out with Lou Howell. Telling him about how she randomly appeared naked on top of some hill.

Greg came out of nowhere & started a fight with Lou.

Fern got pissed off & turned.

Her & Greg got into it again; why not? They already despised each other.

Fern got her payback & whooped his ass. And managed to level up to a runt by doing so.

Werewolf Initiate Aspiration

Become a Werewolf

Level Up to Runt

Experience a Full Moon

Read Werewolf Books

#ts4globetrotter #ts4globetrotterexpanded #ts4 globetrotter #globetrotter challenge #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #simblr #ts4 gameplay

[wolfsetfree-if]

Maybe I'm minority, but best revenge for MC might be to finally lived the life that was denied of them by both their old pack and the djinn. They're not exactly in in a position for any kind of grand payback.

Yeah, I think so too. Unfortunately, MC could do very little against the ones who wronged them for all their life.

The pack they were born into and that abandoned them is gone and they will likely never see it again. And what can MC do against the lair of djinns that held them in captivity like an animal for years? A lone werewolf is powerful but still greately vulnerable (so much so that MC was captured). Bela would have liked to tear apart the djinns but at what cost? Losing a limb or a pack member?

For Bela, this is a win win situation. They didn't even want the city, and now they get to rescue from those djinns another werewolf that will become a part of their own pack.

#ask #mc #djinn master

[of-mutts-and-men]

I don't usually send in asks but like does anyone else really like revenge or punishments in monster fucking. Like just being an asshole and taunting a trapped werewolf or beast. And you just act like an absolute dick before it gets free and ravages you. You were teasing it and talking shit and suddenly it's in the position of power now. And you're just stuck and forced to follow along with anything it wants. Being barely stretched before it fucks you and it just abuses your body as payback for being an asshole. Especially if like crying or begging is involved. And then when it's done it just keeps using you. Overstimulating your body. Just a simple little toy for a big scary creature that you thought was less than. And then when it finally pulls free and is done with you. It decides it might want to keep you around for a little more torture and karma.

Mhmmm. Love the ol' teasing a monster right in front of them until their restraints snap scenarios.

#hornyramble #anon chit chat