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vanteguccir · 3 months

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I love you | Paul Lahote

Paul Lahote x reader

Summary: Where Paul finally gets the courage to say "I love you" for the first time.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, on Wattpad.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N's eyes slowly opened as she tried to adapt to the brightness of the space, rays of the morning sun completely entered through the window covered only by a thin curtain, keeping the room warm and comfortable.

The girl turned her head as she stretched lazily, a smile stretching across her cheeks as her eyes stopped on the face of her boyfriend, Paul, who was lying on his back, eyes closed and small snores coming from his half-open mouth.

Y/N shifted her body to the right, facing Paul while her head rested on his bicep, which served as her pillow every night she slept at his house.

Her eyes traveled over his face, which carried a relaxed expression. His long eyelashes rested on his tan cheeks, and his nose moved slightly from time to time, showing that his mind was immersed in some dream. Y/N felt like she could stay there all day, her left hand drawing small shapes on her boyfriend's bare chest.

After a few minutes of admiring him, the girl felt her hunger speak louder, sitting up slowly so as not to wake Paul, smiling in relief at not seeing him move even an inch, showing that he felt extremely calm and safe in her presence.

Y/N slowly got up from the bed, casting one last glance at Paul before starting her steps out of the room and towards the kitchen, her hands using the black hair tie on her wrist to tie her hair into a high ponytail.

The girl entered the kitchen, a yawn escaping her lips. She walked over to the small radio on the counter and played it, leaving it on the station she always listened to with Paul, turning down the volume a little so as not to disturb her boyfriend's sleep.

Y/N walked to the fridge and opened the door, vaguely observing the items inside, deciding to make a creamy scrambled egg with buttered bread and a fruit salad with yogurt, knowing that Paul felt hungrier than normal and a simple loaf of bread wouldn't sustain his stomach for more than 30 minutes.

She took what she was going to use, placing it on the sink and doing the same with the cabinet, organizing separately what she would use for each dish and starting to prepare breakfast.

With the bread already in the toaster and the water already heating for black coffee, the girl took a ceramic bowl and broke five eggs there, stirring them with a fork.

Sounds of footsteps echoed through the hallway between the bedroom and the kitchen, but it was imperceptible to Y/N, who was too focused on her action and the music coming from the radio.

Paul leaned his body against the threshold of the kitchen door, crossing his arms as his eyes admired his imprint preparing coffee for both of them while softly following the melody on the radio, a smile stretching across his cheeks at the scene so homely, free from weight and worry from all the chaos that has surrounded the supernatural beings of Forks over the last few months.

The opening whistle of the song "Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros sounded through the room, catching Paul's attention. That song was considered one of the main songs of their relationship, as it played during the first bonfire that Y/N attended as Paul's companion. The memory of the two of them dancing together late at night, bare feet on the sand, surrounded by people they loved and lots of food was engraved in their minds.

The boy walked away from the door, going towards Y/N, who swayed her hips to the beat of the music as she passed the eggs to the frying pan on the stove.

Warm, strong arms surrounded the girl's waist, causing her to jump in place in fright, her right hand flying to Paul's arms while her left went to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.

"You scared me!" Y/N said loudly, slapping weakly her boyfriend's arms, taking the spatula from the sink and stirring the eggs in the pan before it burns.

"Sorry, my love. Good morning." Paul responded in a whisper, resting his head in the crook of his girlfriend's neck, breathing in the natural scent of her skin and the body cream she had applied the night before after her shower. "Remember this song?"

"How can I forget? It's our song, it marked the beginning of our relationship." Y/N responded in a low voice, not wanting to burst the bubble that seemed to settle around them.

"Yes, I will never forget you dancing in that beautiful white dress that night, the bonfire behind you, and the smell of food in the air. Remembering that memory makes me love you even more." Paul commented with a goofy smile on his face, closing his eyes briefly, seeming to see the scene in front of him again.

Y/N's right arm, which was previously moving the spatula against the eggs, suddenly stopped, catching the boy's attention, who raised his face and moved so that he was next to his girlfriend, watching her with confused eyes.

"You love me?" She asked in a whisper, turning off the heat and dropping the spatula into the frying pan, turning around and facing him.

Paul replayed in his mind what he had said seconds ago, the understanding that he had said that he loved her flashed across his eyes, a nervous smile expanding on his face as his heart accelerated, fear settling in his chest.

"Yes, I love you." He revealed, knowing that was no coming back, looking at her closely, observing her reaction closely.

His heart warmed at the sight of his girl's eyes shining with tears as her mouth opened slightly in surprise, Y/N's right hand going to her own chest in disbelief.

"Oh Paul, I love you so much." She reciprocated, a tear escaping her eyes as she walked closer to her boyfriend, laying her head against his warm chest, her arms wrapping around his waist.

Paul sighed in relief, his eyes also filling with tears as he pulled Y/N closer, hugging her tightly.

"I've loved you since before I understood what that kind of love meant. The first time I saw you, I gave myself completely. When we kissed for the first time after you accepted me as yours, I became an addict and I knew that no one else could make me feel such an electric spark. Y/N, the moment I looked into your eyes for the first time, I knew I would follow you to the end of the world if necessary. And I don't say that because you're my imprint, my love for you goes far beyond that." Paul declared, pulling away slightly so he could look into his girlfriend's eyes, a huge smile decorating his features.

"Paul, it's not fair of you to make me cry at a time like this." Y/N muttered, her voice cracking with emotions. Paul brought his large hands to her face, wiping away the tears that wetted her flushed face. "I love you so much, I promise I'll be yours for the rest of our lives." She whispered, her heart overflowing with love, passion, and affection.

The boy bent down slightly, sealing his lips on hers in a slow kiss, full of the best feelings. A sigh escaped Y/N in pleasure, surrendering to the kiss and Paul's arms.

The sound of the wolf's stomach begging for food interrupted them. Y/N let out a laugh against Paul's lips, opening her eyes slowly and walking away, smiling big and turning to the stove again, going back to finishing breakfast for both of them.

Paul's arms remained around his girlfriend's body seeking contact and comfort, his heart warm, as their bodies moved slightly to the melody of the songs that sounded from the radio.

They felt like they could stay there forever, surrounded by the best feeling, love.

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teencopandthesourwolf · 6 months

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He freezes. Doesn't know what the hell else to do.

He can't picture it: Derek can't remember the last time somebody put their arms around him.

Was it Laura?

Of course it was Laura. How could he forget that? Derek has gotten pretty good at blocking things out—a little too good, it seems.

She didn't tell him she was going before she left New York. Didn't say a fucking word, just vanished. Derek had woken up one morning and she was gone. She'd known without doubt that Derek would only follow her if she had said a single word to him.

Nobody ever granted Derek’s wishes, no matter who he prayed to. The desperate pleas where he asked to go back and get a chance to fix things, they all went unheard.

Laura left to go back to the place they both wished still existed just as it had; a place they were wanted alive, not dead. It wasn't fair that it was the very same place they would be hunted down if they did return, like the rabid animals the Argent's presumed they were.

Leaving the way they did meant they hadn't gotten the chance to see if anything was left at the house. They couldn't mark graves, or grieve properly.

That same place also happened to be the place they'd been born, the place they'd grown up and called home.

Derek had never wanted Laura to face all of that alone.

The burnt down house. The nothing where there was once everything.

The thought still haunts him. One of so fucking many.

Beacon Hills is home—but it's the home Derek had helped raze to the ground with his selfishness and stupidity. Everything he and Laura had ever known, everyone they'd ever loved, it was all gone, now. Derek had taken those things away from his sister and hadn't even had the guts to tell her. Tell Laura they were all gone because of him, tell her that everything that had happened to their family, to them, was all his fault.

In the aftermath of the fire Laura hugged Derek, and had kept hugging him, over and over in those weeks and months and years that followed. She would pull him into her arms hold him tight, whenever she could sense it was all getting to be too much for him again.

Alpha.

Big sister.

But Laura only knew about some of the reasons why it sometimes felt like too much effort for Derek to keep on breathing.

He never told her about Kate.

And Derek, the fucking coward, he'd allowed Laura to hold him, feeling the flames of shame on his cheeks every time, hot as those that took the lives of his parents. His family. His pack.

Now, he remembers that last time.

“I'm going out.”

Laura stood up, walked around the two mismatched armchairs and stopped him by throwing both her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and hugging him, scenting him.

It always took him a moment to respond these days, but Derek hugged her back.

“What's this for?”

“You. Because I know whomever's bed you end up in tonight, you won't be asking for one of these.”

Oh, fuck no. Derek couldn't handle that. Did she think he was out sleeping with people? Never again, not after…

He pushed his sister off him, gently; a stark contrast to the harsh words that followed.

“Don't fucking coddle me. And fuck you, Laura—I don't sleep in anybody's fucking bed but my own.” A single mattress on the floor of the lounge of their shitty one bedroom apartment. Derek had so many shameful memories, and crawling into his sister's bed every night for the first year after the fire was one of them. “Just—leave me alone.”

Laura was the one—the only—person Derek had left in the entire world, yet his guilt was constantly pushing her away.

“Then where do you go to all these nights, little brother? You might not be clinging to me anymore, night after night, nightmare after nightmare, but you're so rarely in your own bed in the mornings.” She hadn't meant it as a dig. She was his sister and she loved him.

Maybe she thought he was making progress? Seeing people. Moving on.

Derek spent his nights waiting outside of dive bars, hanging around in back alleys and dark places, desperately trying to find scumbags he could taunt who were big enough and hard enough to at least attempt to kick the living shit out of him.

Derek hated being a werewolf, now. He wanted to get hurt and stay hurt.

“Just—out.”

Then Derek turned his back on Laura, leaving her to stand there and watch him walk away as he left her to go out looking for a fight, without looking back.

That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive.

It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.

Now here he is, standing in his big stupid loft that he bought for his betas—yet another pack he managed to destroy—having given away more than he should, with skinny yet strong arms wrapping themselves as far around his shoulders as they can reach.

Stiles.

“You don't have to hug back. But you can, if you want to. I won't tell,” the kid jokes. It's his way to connect, his connection to the world. A coping mechanism, Derek thinks.

He knows all about those.

“I…” he doesn't have the first fucking clue of how to handle this. Or how to admit he needs it—to himself, let alone somebody else. He doesn't know how to admit that he wants it.

But this is Stiles. The one person in Derek's life who seems, for some unfathomable reason, to give a fuck about Derek. To care about him.

Slowly, very slowly, Derek lifts an arm and awkwardly rests a hand on Stiles's upper back, feels the muscles jump slightly under the kid's baggy clothes as he tentatively spreads his fingers and finds the back of Stiles's neck.

Stiles's voice hitches just a touch as he says, “These can be on tap, you know. If you want them. Stilinski hugs are the best hugs, dude. Believe.”

And Derek finds he does believe. For the first time in forever, Derek believes there could be something good in his life again.

More confidently, now, he brings his other arm up to wrap around Stiles's waist and hugs Stiles tighter, properly, and allows himself to be hugged back.

Derek wonders how he has gone so long without this kind of closeness. Lived without this kindness.

He decides to let the 'dude' pass. Because maybe—maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, to be somebody's dude?

Stiles's dude.

It's a fucking ridiculous moniker and yet Derek suddenly couldn't care less.

“I think I'd like that,” he whispers into the forbidden place where Stiles's jaw meets long, pale neck. "Dude."

Derek can feel Stiles's smile as the kid squeezes him harder. And, ironically, Derek feels as if he can breathe again.

for @greyhavenisback bc i want to hug you in person and can't <3 (unedited, forgive me!)

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twilightt-fantasy · 10 months

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denial [embry call]

description: reader rejects embry’s kisses until she finally doesn’t.

requested by: none

warnings: none

“Okay.” You yawned, stretching as much as you could while laying in bed before reaching over to plug your phone in on the dresser. “I’m going to sleep.”

You and Embry had been laying in bed for only a few minutes, checking in on your phones one last time before retiring for the night. The both of you had to work in the morning and the sooner you went to sleep, the more well rested you would be at work.

You rolled over, tucking the blanket under your chin and had just closed your eyes when you heard your boyfriend clear his throat. “Excuse you?”

You peeked an eye open, turning your head slightly to look at him. “Excuse you?”

“Where’s my kiss?”

“Who’s says you get one?” You teased, giggling lightly when you saw him raise his eyebrows.

“You always give me a kiss before bed.” His lips turned into a pout and you had to smile at him. Sometimes it was fun to mess with Embry.

You rolled back over, closing your eyes. “You missed your chance. Goodnight.”

You smiled again when you heard his phone click off and ducked your head under the blankets when he began to move towards you. Embry’s fingers poked into your sides and you laughed loudly, not expecting him to tickle you. “That’s cheating!”

He only laughed in reply, taking one hand away from your side to try and pull down the blanket. You turned your head to the mattress, determined that you wouldn’t give up that easily.

“Just one kiss and I’ll leave you alone!”

“Never!” You shouted back.

Embry stopped then, moving back to his side of the bed. “Fine then. I’ll never try to kiss you again.”

You smiled to yourself, deciding it was finally time to end Embry’s misery. You rolled over, uncovering your face and lifting your lips to his. You gently kissed the side of his face, his nose, and finally his lips. “You give up too easily.”

“Nah.” He grinned. “I just knew that would make you cave.”

You rolled your eyes at him, giving him the opportunity to press one more, longer kiss to your lips. “Goodnight, my love.”

With a smile, you pressed one more kiss to his lips before turning back to your side. “Goodnight.”

#twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #twilight oneshot #embry x reader #embry call x reader #embry call imagine #embry call oneshot #embry call #twilight wolf pack imagines #twilight wolf pack

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dropofbittersea · 2 months

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I know, I just…” Derek trailed off, rubbing his forehead with both hands, frustrated that the right words weren’t coming to him.

“What?” Stiles asked honestly, pulling on one of Derek’s wrists until he could see his expression again.

Derek’s heart pounded in his chest so loud he figured even Stiles could hear it. He inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly through his nose, trying to keep his voice even. “When we take them places, and spend time with them, and make them smile… it feels like…”

“It feels like they’re yours,” Stiles finished for him, licking his lips before snagging the bottom one between his teeth.

“No,” Derek said, taking Stiles by surprise. “It feels like they’re ours.”

“Oh,” Stiles said simply, mouth still slightly open while he contemplated Derek’s words.

Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek have been BCPD partners for years when they are assigned Halloween duty and run into a couple of kids from the orphanage. One fake marriage and two real adoptions later, they somehow become a family.

#derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #fanfic #teen wolf #ao3 #oneshot #fake dating #marriage of convenience #kid fic #hale pack

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thewulf · 19 days

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Hiiii! I read your Paul story and I absolutely loved it!!! I was wondering if maybe you could write about Seth Clearwater? He’s always been one of my comfort characters lol and i’ve had literally the biggest crush on him since I first watched twilight when I was like 12 lmao.

Anyways here’s my request. So basically Y/n is one of Bella’s good friends. Although they’re like really really good friends they could nottttt be any more opposite than they already are. Y/n is an extrovert and leans into more of the cliche popular fun girl type? if that makes sense. anyways so bella was invited to come hang out at the beach(i mean like bonfires and burgers and hotdogs.) with Jacob and basically the entire pack and his family. and bella invites y/n because idk she didn’t wanna go alone? And while bella and jacob are dilly dallying leaving y/n alone she goes to go sit by the bonfire. and embry and the other boys come up to y/n. (because totally hot girl they’ve never met duh ofcourse they’re come up to her and chop it up.) and when y/n looks up at the boys and makes eye contact with seth. botta bing botta boom seth imprinted on y/n and kinda just stands there like a lost puppy and the boys just drag him away. later seth comes back and apologizes for earlier and then they spend the rest of the night just talking and have fun!!!!

idkkk i’ve always loved this idea but i’ve never wrote it out! also i just really love fluff and all that lolll. sorry if my request didn’t make sense i tried putting it all together the best i could lmao. anyways ty for your time!!

Stoppp I love this... and I LOVE cliche even more!! My fav is awkward fluffy so this is quite literally perfect. And Seth is just so cuuuuuute!! Hahaha you got it anon!

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imaginefan · 1 year

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Royalty

McCall Pack X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 757

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you do a poly relationship the mcall pack x reader where they fall in love with her and they does not know that she is werewolf royality

When you first arrived none of them trusted you but that all changed after you saved their lives a few times, you all became really close and you easily became a part of the pack. You never forgot about the pack that you had grown up in but you were happier there where no one knew of your status where you were just a wolf looking for somewhere to call home.

One day while you were out of the pack house, you had decided that you would go shopping considering you were the only one that wasn’t at work or school, Scott was the first one home to find your note saying that you’d be back soon, Malia was next home, followed by Liam and Mason, then Stiles. Then there was a knock at the door, Scott frowned, he didn't recognise the scent but he knew that they were wolves, he was the one to open the door “can I help you?” He asked as he opened the door. “Where is she?” The man in front of him asked. “What?” Scott asked. “The princess, where is she?” He asked. “There’s no princess here.” Scott frowned as Stiles came to stand behind him. “She’s been seen here, we know that you took her and if you give her back then you won’t face any consequences.” He said. “I seriously don’t know who you're talking about.” Scott muttered as the man dug out a picture from his pocket, it was you, you were much younger and you looked sadder than you ever had with them. “We didn’t take her.” “She’s not a prisoner, she can go wherever she wants.” Stiles said “but she’s not here, what do you want with her?” “That’s none of your concern.” The man dismissed him. “She’s a part of this pack, it's definitely our business.” Stiles answered, the man reached out for him, Scott let out a growl as he caught the man's hand, his red eyes now on full display as he warned the intruding werewolf off.

You were just starting up the car when your phone rang “Hey Liam I hope you're not going to ask me to get something because I’m already on my way back.” You said. “No, you can’t come back. There are some people here looking for you, Scott is fighting them.” Liam answered. “Who are they?” You asked. “I don’t know, they just keep saying that Scott took the princess.” He answered and you nodded. “Don’t worry I’ll be there so I can get rid of them, you make sure that you stay out of the fight okay?” You asked and he gave a noise of confirmation as you started the car and made your way back to the house.

When you got there the fight was in full swing but all you needed to do was step out of the car and give a loud growl which drew all attention to you, the intruding wolves bowing their heads in submission as you walked over to Scott and Malia “guys it’s okay, you don’t have to fight them anymore.” You said softly. “They want to take you.” Malia glared at them. “They aren’t taking me anywhere.” Malia seemed to step back, Scott however needed more convincing so you walked over to him and gently took his face in your hands. “They won’t take me from you, Alpha, I promise.” You run your hands through his hair as you hear his heart slow down and his eyes go back to his beautiful brown. “Princess-!” “Enough you will go back and tell my father that I will not be coming home, I have found my pack and I will stay with them.” You ordered. “But-” “Go!” You ordered as you felt Scott wrap his arms around you looming over you like a threatening shadow. “Yes Princess.” He nodded. “So what’s this princess thing?” Stiles asked as they disappeared. “My family is technically werewolf royalty.” You explained “you guys wouldn’t know you weren’t born werewolves.” You explained. “Is that why Derek was so weird around you when he met you?” Stiles asked. “Probably.” You nodded. “So what now?” Stiles asked. “Now I need you all to help carry on the shopping and then I can make dinner, nothing changes it never will.” You said as you walked over to the boot of the car, everyone grabbing a bag, Scott was the last one taking your hand as you walked back into the house, closing and locking the door behind you.

*Part 2*

Requests and general question!

#teen wolf #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagines #mccall pack imagine #mccall pack imagines #mccall pack #mccall pack one shot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #female reader

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heliads · 2 years

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TW imagine being Lydia Martin sister and being more artistic than her and the reader isn't a part of the pack so draws out the pack in her drawing book and stuff.

imagine it indeed

masterlist / part two

Y/N Martin is alone. As of right now, at least. According to a few secrets you’ve been keeping, someone or something will arrive in Beacon Hills in a matter of hours, someone or something that will force your twin sister and her pack to do their best to keep you safe. It may or may not work. You haven’t seen that far in the future yet.

Just in case you have and forgot already, you check the sketchbook lying listlessly on the kitchen counter in front of you. The cover is beaten and ragged from being carried around in a number of bags, boxes, and hands, but the pages are mostly still intact. Some of them have been torn or damaged from the sheer force of your pen strokes, but they still hold what you need to see most: your visions, the ones no one knows about except you.

You’ve been having these visions for a while. They happen out of the blue, and are inspired by seemingly nothing at all. Sometimes they start with a dream, or upon hearing a phrase that will have a far greater significance days, weeks, or even months later. Whatever the source, the aftereffects are strong. You enter in a trance of sorts, usually only when witnessing the visions of greatest importance.

Most days, you’re able to control it, to channel whatever it is that you’re seeing into a drawing in your sketchbook. Your knuckles clench around your pencil like you’re nothing more than skin and bone as you frantically sketch and trace whatever it is that your mind has dragged before you. At the end, you look up and find a graphite depiction of something, usually something bad.

Without fail, whatever it is that you’ve drawn ends up coming true. Typically, the visions are small and inconsequential; Satomi’s pack will grow to include another wolf, a group of two or three hunters will start patrolling in a new part of the Beacon Hills Preserve. Normally, you squint at your latest product for a couple minutes to decipher its meaning, and then go about your day. Nothing gained, nothing lost.

On the more difficult days, though, the visions shut you down. You don’t even remember the process of drawing, nor where you were or what you were doing when you started. You could be driving down the road and wake up pulled over on the side of a highway, the sketchbook clenched so tightly in your hands that the paper has started to cut into your skin. You don’t think you’ve hurt anyone while you were struck by your visions, but then again, how would you know unless you saw it in a vision yourself?

The visions are host to a variety of topics, but usually, they feature the McCall pack. Hell, one of your very first visions was when Scott first received the bite. You’d blanked out during art class, and instead of drawing a still life as you were supposed to, you looked up and found an image of Scott running for his life through the woods. You’d never been able to draw faces all that accurately beforehand, but this was perfect, down to every last curl on his head.

It freaked you out, this sudden gift. You tried to practice as best you could, filling up other sketchbooks with trees and wolves, fangs and claws, bow and arrows and everything that might someday cross your path. If you needed to, you could recreate the drawings from the visions. A couple times, you’ve had to do just that.

The worst part is that, for all the bizarre occurrences in this town, no one seems to believe you. At first, you thought that you deserved to be a part of the McCall pack, that you could save their lives if they just listened to you. As it turns out, you’re more of a Cassandra than you thought. Despite your strongest warnings, the members of the McCall pack never heed your advice, even when you’re proved right time and time again.

You don’t know what it is about them, why they’re so willing to shrug off your visions. Your irritation only builds when your twin sister Lydia discovers that she’s a banshee. Although you’re not a banshee yourself, as your screams only deliver frustration and nothing more, you can’t help but wonder if this explains your visions. Perhaps some of Lydia’s future-seeing abilities were shared with you.

You haven’t really been a part of the McCall pack before now, especially due to the fact that they seem to be Lydia’s friends more than yours, although not for lack of effort. During your years as Lydia’s sister, you’ve learned that what Lydia wants, Lydia usually gets. So, if Lydia wants to be a part of the pack, she’ll be a part of the pack. And, most importantly from your point of view, if she wants membership in the McCall pack to be a Lydia thing and not a Y/N thing, you’ll soon find yourself excluded from that hallowed group of supernaturals and friends of supernaturals.

At first, you tried to stay in the thick of things. You were certainly handy to keep the pack numbers up in the event of a hunter attack, but you could tell that you weren’t as necessary as the others. It’s a terrible feeling, isn’t it, to be unwanted? You could tell that you weren’t as useful to Scott or Stiles as Lydia was, you could feel it in every exhausted look and snappish response to your comments. They stopped looking for you during fights, stopped trying to protect you and instead started asking you to just keep up or stay at home.

Eventually, you decided that you’d had enough and you left for good. It wasn’t an official goodbye, just a phasing out of old friendships. You felt more free, certainly, when you weren’t trying to change yourself to make the McCall pack like you, but you can’t deny that there are times when you look at them and wish that they’d cared for you just a little more.

It’s just– well, they seem so unified, so put together. They have everything they could want there within the bounds of their friendship, and if they ever need something they don’t have, they find a way to get it, or at least do without. If one of them is in trouble, they all but trip over themselves trying to come to the aid of the one in need.

To be honest, you’re jealous of it. You can admit that to yourself now that you’re outside it all, now that they’ve stopped having to look at you. You’re out of the spotlight and can think for yourself, and what you realize is that you wish you had a family like that, someone who would care for you like that. Lydia is your blood and bone, but she cares for the members of the pack in a way utterly unlike how she treats you.

Maybe that’s why so many of your drawings feature the pack, after all, why your visions seem especially attuned to the members of that friend group. On some unconscious level, you want to be a part of them, and your mind seems determined to scour the universe in search of some way to make that happen. If you can’t be a part of the pack yourself, at least your visions can clue you in to their future.

If this is your way of having a foot in the door, though, it’s not working out all that well. As the days go by, you watch the McCall pack slowly drift away from you. Some days, you swear they forget you’re even having the visions in the first place. All they see is all that you let them see: a girl alone, drawing in her sketchbook, never allowing herself to drift too closely to any one group out of fear of what had happened before.

Some part of you wants to stop it, the constant solitude. Whenever you try to reconnect with your old supernatural friends in the pack, though, it’s like you never left. You raise the concern that you’ve had a vision, they brush it off and ask Lydia if they’ve got a serious concern. It’s just not worth your time.

So, when you’re happily going about life in your senior year at Beacon Hills High School and Scott McCall actually approaches you of his own volition, you’re not sure what to think. It can’t be right, surely he’s not actually moving past years of ignoring you. Is this how times change, how new friendships forge?

You’re half right in your optimistic questions. Scott hasn’t forgotten about your visions, and he’s actually here to ask your opinion on a new development in the town. A boy has arrived in the dead of night, another werewolf who saved the pack from an attacking supernatural being on the evening of the Senior Scribe. Scott wants to know if the guy’s trustworthy or not.

You have your answer on the tip of your tongue, and then you hesitate. This is what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it? A chance to be a part of the pack once again, the opportunity to rejoin the friend group that always looks out for one another.

Then you start thinking. You can see the restless look in Scott’s eyes, you’ve seen it on many different days and in many different times, both in real life and in your visions. It’s the kind of look that means he’s about to leave, that he’s only here for one goal and once that’s accomplished, he’s gone.

You know how this is going to go, don’t you? Scott will collect your advice like a flier from a bulletin board, he’ll consider it a few moments and then probably throw it out in favor of whatever he was thinking before. Maybe he’ll even ask Lydia instead, and forget your words as soon as they leave your mouth.

What do you owe Scott McCall, anyway, other than the muse of many of your recent drawings? After all the times he’s ignored you, why should you tell him a single thing? You do not owe him his safety, he has not given you the same in return. You do not owe him the fruit of your gifts, he hasn’t used his claws and fangs to defend you in many months. Basically, he’s asking for your help as a throwaway, because to him you are nothing more than a tool that he’ll never use again.

So, you close your mouth and consider what you’re going to say. At last, you smile. It’s not a kind smile, but Scott is fooled nonetheless.

“Theo Raeken?” You ask, although you don’t need the confirmation. “Of course you can trust him. No, I’m sure everything with him will be just fine.”

You know how the story goes, of course, you’ve already seen it. Scott hasn’t, and he goes about his way once again. This time, you get to sit back and watch it all play out again. For once, you have a feeling that you’re going to enjoy yourself.

teen wolf tag list: @thatfangirl42, @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @rafecameronswhore, @bellabadacadabra, @watchreadfangirlrepeat

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf oneshot #lydia martin #lydia martin imagines #lydia martin oneshot #mccall pack #mccall pack imagines #mccall pack x reader #mccall pack oneshot #scott mccall #stiles stilinski

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twilights-posts · 2 years

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A Real Date (Fluff)

Summary: You and Jake mostly spend your time together in his place or with the pack. Today you want to go out.

Tags: fluff, fem!reader, Jakob Black, talking about the future

"Why don't we ever go out?", I ask Jake on his couch Wednesday afternoon. "What do you mean? We always hang out," he says, confused but focused on the TV. "It's not the same thing. Let's go on a date." He seems to realize I'm not going to let it go. "A real date?" Jake asks anyway. "A real date.", I assure.

Now we're in a cozy bistro, sitting on a bench in the corner, talking about how we should have recorded The Bachelorette. Jake claims he hates this show, but I know better. As our conversation dies down, I suddenly remember something I've been meaning to ask him for a while.

"What's your love language?", I ask with my mouth full of pizza. "Maybe not talking with food in your mouth." I flipped him off, even though I know he's right. After I audibly swallow (because he hates that too), I ask again. Jake just shrugs and looks around until his gaze lingers on the couple at table 9. They're probably in their 80s and wearing matching sweaters. The lady has ordered a red velvet cake for dessert, and her husband has ordered something that looks like pudding. The first thing she does is take a spoonful of pudding before even tasting her cake. He watches her enjoy the pudding and says something, to which she nods. He can't help but smile.

"I think that's my love language," Jake whispers in a rough voice. I just nod, trying not to get too emotional in a room full of people. "In that case, you'll have to let me have the first spoonful of your food. Always." "Only if you promise never to make me wear a matching sweater." He holds up his pinky. I hooked it. "Matching jackets, then."

A few bars of silence pass, and Jake asks me about my love language. "I wasn't sure about that, so I took an online quiz. Apparently, I'm a fan of words of affirmation. "I figured as much," he admits. …

"So, matching jackets and meals together. Do you have any other plans for our future?" "Quite a few." - "Let me hear them," he demands, dropping his fork.

"We'll have to watch Bachelorette until it's off the air." He just nods.

"We have matching helmets for the bike", I suggest slowly. He hates riding with a helmet on because apparently he's "not stupid enough to have an accident," but the thought of something happening to him scares me. I already bought the matching helmets for his birthday, so I hope he likes this idea. As expected, he grimaced, but said nothing more. I continued with renewed courage.

"We'll buy a house," I say quietly over my drink. My heart is pounding. We rarely talk about the future because we don't want to talk about the big elephant in the room. Jake didn't imprint on me, we fell in love. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. My biggest fear is still that one day he will imprint on our waitress or a stranger on the beach and disappear. Then there would be no more "us."

He knows it. I know it too. The whole pack knows it, but it's been a while since anyone brought it up.

"What color do you want our house to be?", Jake seems to know what's going on. Somehow he always knows. "Blue." The color of hope. He nods, encouraging me to keep talking. "We're painting our bedroom walls red." - "No." "But white is boring," I exclaim. We discuss further and end up with a pastel purple.

"We have a truck the same color as our house," Jake says after a while. I nod with a big smile. In fact, I've been smiling the whole conversation. It's nice to know that he, too, can envision a future together. As we talk about our future home, the bistro gets emptier and emptier.

"What about kids?" he asks after he pays. As Jake helps me put on my coat, I picture myself pregnant in my mind. Pregnant with Jake's child. "Yeah, at least three." With a loud laugh, he follows me out of the bistro. "You want more than three kids?" "Mmm, let's make a pack. Just you and me.", I whisper and look up at him. At this point, I'm love-struck and smiling like an idiot with wet eyes. It's pretty late for Forks, the streets are empty, and we're being watched by the moon and the waiters behind us. Jake looks me in the eye, opens his mouth and closes it again.

"What?", I ask curiously. "It's just that… I wish I could tell my mom about you," he whispers, almost too softly for my ears.

#oneshot #fluff #twilight saga #twilight wolf pack #jacob black x reader #fem!reader

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imaginebeyondyourdreams · 1 year

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The Journey: Part 2

*Hello! This is part 2 to the witch Seth scenario! Hope ya’ll enjoy!

Over the next few weeks, you learned 3 things:

1. Seth was a shapeshifter.

2. He was also your soulmate.

3. He didn't know witches existed and you didn't know how to tell him.

You weren't sure how you were supposed to tell him that not only witches exist, but that his very own imprint was one. You and Seth had grown close over the past few weeks, especially after he told you about imprinting and you realized he really was your soulmate. You saw each other almost every day and texted each other constantly, so keeping your secret had been pretty hard. Not only did you want to tell him, but keeping your powers hidden had been difficult. The whole pack didn't know witches existed but with their mind link, you knew as soon as Seth found out, the others would too.

"What are you thinking about?" Seth's voice drew you from your thoughts. You looked over from where you sat next to him on the log. You were currently at the beach with the pack, sitting around the bonfire as most of the boys were rough housing not too far away and the girls sat across from you, chatting amongst themselves.

"Oh, nothing," you smiled at him. You couldn't tell him here. Especially not in front of everyone.

"You sure? You looked pretty deep in thought," he was always so observant when it came to you. He watched your every move, as if enamored with everything you did.

"Yeah, it's not important," but it was. You just didn't have the heart to tell him yet. You were scared that he'd be freaked out, even though deep down you knew he'd still care for you.

"It's you. Of course it's important," he smiled as he reached over, grabbing your hand.

"It's really not," you squeezed his hand, glancing over at the girls who weren't very far away. He followed your gaze before standing up, pulling you with him.

"Let's go for a walk," he smiled and told everyone what the two of you were doing before heading towards the forest trail, your hands intertwined. When you got a good distance away, he stopped and turned to you, "Okay. It's just the two of us. What's really going on? Something is bugging you, I can tell."

"It's nothing, Seth," you began again, squeezing his hand again, "It's not that big of a deal."

"If it wasn't, then you would tell me," he said, grabbing your other hand in his, pulling you closer to him, "Please, you can tell me anything."

"I… I guess I'm nervous. What I have to tell you… it's a lot," you waited as he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue, "You're probably going to freak out on me."

"I won't freak out," he said, laughing slightly as he shook his head.

"Okay…" You didn't know how to begin. You've never had to tell anyone outside the coven that you were a witch. "Do you believe in magic?"

"I'm a shape-shifting warrior who fights vampires," he looked at you as if the answer was obvious, "I think on some level, yeah, magic has to exist."

"Not the magic that causes you to shapeshift," you began, letting go of his hands, "but kind of like you see in the movies. Like witches and warlocks."

"Why are you asking me this?"

"I guess…" you sighed, walking a little away in thought before turning back to him, "Do you believe people who use magic exist?"

"I can't say I know it does, but yeah, I guess if werewolves and vampires exist, then witches could too," he shrugged, looking at you, "Why?"

"I am," you said, stepping closer and talking quietly, "A witch, I mean. I'm a witch."

"A witch? You? Right," he laughed slightly, shaking his head, "____, I think I know you well enough to know you're human."

"I'm not, not really. I am a witch, I've just kept it hidden from you," you grimaced as you looked at him, waiting for him to speak. You watched him watch you for what seemed like ages before he opened his mouth again.

"I…Are you being serious?" He asked carefully, not wanting to upset you when he didn't want to believe you, "Like 100% serious right now?"

"Yes, Seth, I'm not joking," you said, crossing your arms, "I didn't want to tell you. I was afraid of what you would think but I don't want to keep it from you anymore. I'm tired of hiding who I am from my soulmate. That's what you are, by the way. My soulmate. Just like I'm your imprint."

"I mean, I guess I understand why you hid it," he sighed, running his hand through his hair, "but it wouldn't change how I feel about you. You're my other half, human or not." He stepped forward, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards him, "I mean, if you're being serious, that's kind of cool. My imprint is a witch?"

"Yeah… you don't want me to prove it to you?" You were shocked. He was taking this pretty well, but Seth had always been more accepting of the vampires than the rest of his pack, so you suppose a witch wasn't too far stretched in his mind.

"I mean, I'd love to see it, but I don't think you'd ever lie to me like that, so if you don't want to show me yet, I understand," he hugged you against him, smiling down at you.

"I'd love to show you," you muttered quietly, wrapping your arms around his neck and reaching up, planting a gentle kiss against his lips, "How did I get such a good soulmate?"

"About that," he began, a smirk gracing his features, "I'm your soulmate, huh? How long have you known?"

"I had a feeling the first time I met you, but I knew for sure when you told me about the imprint bond and your shifting," you smiled as he hugged you tighter, "I'm really happy you're not upset with me."

"I could never be upset at you for something like this, ____," he smiled down at you, brushing your hair out of your face with his hand, "I love you, no matter what."

"I love you too, Seth." You blushed slightly, as it was the first time you both spoke those words to each other.

"I've been wanting to tell you that for a while, just didn't want to scare you," he mumbled, blushing as well, "It's nice to know that you feel the bond as strongly as I do."

"I've been wanting to tell you, too. I just didn't want to say it until you knew the truth."

"Should we head back? I'm sure the pack is wondering where we are," he jerked his head towards the beach as he spoke.

"Yeah… should we tell them tonight about me?" You worried that they wouldn't accept you like Seth did.

"Only if you want to," he said, kissing your forehead gently.

"I just want to get it over with," you replied, leaning into his embrace. He nodded before leading you back to the beach where the next challenge awaited you.

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embrythecall · 2 years

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Fun fact: I finally finished my Embry Call fanfic "Cleaning Old Wounds" in case anyone is interested.

I then proceeded to immediately begin my MarcusxDidyme oneshot so get ready to have your hearts DESTROYED.

#embry #embry call #wolf pack #fanfic #fanfiction #twilight #twilight saga #twilight rennaisance #the twilight saga #twilight series #marcus #didyme #volturi #didyme volturi #aro volturi #marcus volturi #the volturi #oneshot

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sunstormrecs · 1 year

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ship Bang Chan/Han Jisung/Hwang Hyunjin/Kim Seungmin/Lee Felix/Lee Minho/Seo Changbin/Yang Jeongin

tags Shifters, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Found Family, Pack Building, Our shifters are different, they have weird animal habits, POV Outsider, Pre-Slash

summary Shifters Welcome!!! the small sign on the counter reads. And there are some shifters around. Two, three, always in groups. Birds, snakes, cows.

The wolf with the grey ears is alone, just minding his own business.

For now.

#the strength of the wolf is the pack #miralana #skz #ot8 #<10k #fin #oneshot #this is such a fun fic #the jisung.... chefs kiss #i love this pls everyone read it

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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months

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monster reader with bennett? he's on an adventure, but he gets a bit more "excitement" than he initially anticipated. i hope this works with the horror/halloween requests!

Beware the Big Bad Wolf

Pairings: Bennett x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, wolfboy!reader, sub/bottom!Bennett, dubcon, scratching, biting, breeding, reader is called 'sir', more virgin Bennett

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: As usual, Bennett is 20+ here! I went with a wolfboy reader because I had a lovely idea for this, I hope that's ok, anon!!

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Bennett was on his way to Wolvendom for a commission, and a dangerous one at that. The Adventure's Guild posted a commission to investigate the outskirts of Wolvendom as there have been multiple disappearances lately. Several members of the guild had gone missing after attempting to trek through the forest as a shortcut. Remnants of shredded camping gear and clothing, shattered swords, broken weapons, food scraps, and traces of blood had cropped up in and around the famed area, causing quite a bit of panic to circulate within Monstadt

Ever the brave one, Bennett accepted the commission and pulled together a few other adventures to help him. But, as his luck usually plays out, all of them had something important come up at the last minute and they couldn't make it, leaving Bennett to take this on alone

So off he went, marching swiftly into the dark forest, home to many wolves and other woodland creatures. A single bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as the young man's trembling hands held the map that the guild had given to him, littered with markings and notes locating the pieces of evidence and routes that the adventurers had most likely taken

Staying past sunset was definitely not Bennett's plan, but he had been so focused on following trails that he lost track of the time. It was far too dark to navigate these woods alone and he did manage to pack camping gear...so making a fire and taking shelter was probably the smartest idea right now, despite the supposed danger lurking about. Bennett did the best he could do with the food packed for this journey, feeling content with dinner and quickly growing tired from the day's endeavors

A distant howling startled the poor boy, already a bit on edge due to the nature of his investigation. He wrapped his coat around his arms a little tighter, shivering from the cold night air. Another howl off to his right, still relatively far away, or at least that's what he assumed based on the low volume. Wolvendom was a beautiful forest, but it could become rather spooky at night. Especially to lonely adventurers

Lonely adventurers who had let their guard down, sitting with their back turned towards you...no weapons in sight, seemingly nodding off under the moonlight.... They were the perfect prey

“Aah- Mmph!” Bennett started to scream when a strong arm wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms against his body so that he couldn't fight back. A clawed hand swiftly muffled any sounds threatening to escape, preventing the struggling man from calling for help, not that anyone would come to the rescue though

“You humans are awfully persistent, aren't you?” you began, “How many of your kind have been killed and yet you still send more weaklings out here to their grave?” you scoffed, shaking your head at their sheer stupidity

“I mean, really...every few days I'm forced to tear another one apart because none of you will stay the fuck away from my territory.” A snarl punctuated your last words, your teeth nipping at the human's ear in the process. Bennett whimpered into your palm, on the verge of tears as you growled at him while he weakly struggled to break free. His efforts proved to be futile as your muscular arms kept him in place, pressed back against your chest while you tipped his head back further, exposing his throat and grazing your fangs against the skin

“Are you gonna be a good victim for me and keep your fucking mouth shut while I gut you?” You said, tossing the human onto the ground and hovering over his smaller frame, raising a clawed hand up as you were about to slash at him when he stammered out in fear, “Wait!! Waitwaitwaitplease– Please don't kill me!”

His shaky hands pressed against your chest in an attempt to hold you back, though you both knew it wouldn't work. “Please... C-can't we talk about th-is?” Bennett hiccuped, his body beginning to tremble more and more with every passing second. You contemplated his proposal for a minute, checking out his body in the meantime. He was an exceptionally beautiful human. While he was smaller than you his arms were rather toned, he also had the prettiest green eyes and fluffy white hair that was just begging you to pet it. Plus his scent was nice...like pine trees and campfire smoke with a little sweetness mixed in

A toothy grin made its way onto your face as you said, “Alright, then talk. Give me a good reason not to kill you.” The little purr in your voice sent a shiver crawling up the human's spine, gulping as he stuttered out nonsense in an attempt to come up with something that would convince you to spare him

Slowly, your hand creeped upwards until it encompassed the little human's throat, his weak grip finding its way to your wrist as his stammering grew quieter. “Ya know, it would be a shame to waste a pretty face like yours. Since you're having trouble convincing me of your worth, allow me to offer you a choice instead.”

Your breath fell on Bennett's cheek as you leaned in close and continued, “You will either become my mate and give your body over to me, or you become my dinner. What's it going to be, human?” Bennett's mind raced as your proposal swirled around in his head. M-mate?! What kind of mate?! I don't exactly trust this guy but...I d-don't have much of a choice here...

“O-ok...I'll be your...um, your mate...” The human said with uncertainty, gulping at the fanged smile growing on your face as you licked your lips. Immediately getting flipped onto his stomach and roughly held down by your hand on his spine. A strange pressure was now present on his bottom, it didn't hurt it just felt... weird. New, like nothing he has ever experienced before

“Gooood. Good boy. Mm, I'm going to enjoy breaking you in.” You growled above the man, grinding your hard-on in between his plump cheeks. Precum had already begun to spill inside of your pants from the excitement of finding a new mate after so long, and the way the bare member brushed against the fabric of your pants only caused more to leak out. Your cock ached to fill and knot someone's wet holes again, breeding them full of your pups night after night until they couldn't even walk. Scenting them so that no other would dare to touch them, unless the idiot wanted a painful death, that is

“Hah! Ow ow ow...too much...” Bennett whined. Your wandering thoughts caused you to claw into the poor thing's back tightly, cutting his skin in the process and spilling a bit of blood. Whoops. Attempting to apologize to your new mate, you leaned down and lapped at the new scratches, cleaning the blood off before kissing his back. This seemed to ease him a tiny bit as his fists unclenched slightly, exhaling a shaky breath when your lips touched his skin

“Sorry, I was jus' thinking about how good it's gonna feel when I sink into that tight hole of yours~” You groaned, fumbling with the human's belt until you were able to slip your hand down the front of his pants. Bennett let out a high-pitched gasp as his dick was touched for the first time, his legs involuntarily spreading to allow more room for you to stroke him

As your rough stroking pulled more whines and whimpers from the inexperienced man, your cock grew harder and began throbbing in the tight constraints of your clothing, begging to be let out to ravage the hole that you'd been dry humping this whole time. Not wanting to wait any longer, you released Bennett's smaller dick and undid your own belt, freeing your aching member with a hiss as the breeze hit your sensitive skin

“Keep that ass in the air for me, yeah?” You prompted, pulling his pants down so that his entrance was on full display. Biting your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, your hands groped at his soft flesh as you spread his cheeks apart, spitting on the human's hole and rubbing it around until your thumb slipped in. A choked moan escaped from him as you breached the orifice, working in two fingers soon enough as he rocked his hips into your touch. You wrapped your hand around your own dick and jerked yourself off, imagining that the tightness of your fist was his ass

While Bennett was whining against the ground and thrusting back against your hand, you lined your cock up and swiftly replaced your fingers with it, pushing halfway inside with a loud, drawn-out groan, “Ooooohhh shiiiit...mhm, FUCK you're tight. ” As your nails dig into his soft hips, Bennett releases another high-pitched whine while his insides adjust to the intrusion, stretching in ways they never have before

You began thrusting shallowly into his hole, letting him get used to your girth at least a little bit before you bottomed out. The human's warm walls clenched around you and it felt like heaven; your cock dragging against his insides while you drooled above him. His hips would definitely be very bruised after tonight, but that thought had no place in your mind when you were fucking into your new precious mate

“Mm you feel so damn good. Taking my cock like this, fuck...” Your thrusts sped up as your climax approached hastily, fucking into Bennett's virgin ass like your life depended on it. Finally spilling your first load deep inside while his voice cracked from his place on the ground, delicious pleasure overtaking both of you as you remained buried within him

It wasn't long before you began to hump into his hole, humming while you carded your clawed fingers through the human's fluffy hair. The softness only lasted so long before your humping turned back into pounding his ass again. Bennett's hole was so wet from your previous round of cum that every thrust into him made squishy sounds, which enticed you to thrust harder just to hear those hot noises, soon emptying another fat load into his womb

“Ffffuuuck—!! You'll be a good breeding bitch, won't you? Hnnngh f-fuck– Gonna take more of my cum, yeah? Just. Like. That. ” You grunted directly into his ear, pressing against his back while you held his hips up so that you were still hitting him at the perfect angle to prevent your cum from spilling out

Bennett panted like a bitch in heat while more warm cum flooded his insides, gradually breaking his mind with each new load pumped into him. “Yeeess, sir... Y-yes...aaahh—!! ” His pretty moans filled the area while you relentlessly drilled into him, staining his guts with your seed so that no one else would even dream of breeding the little bitch. Meanwhile, your sharp teeth pierced his delicate shoulder in a fit of possessiveness, growling as you marked your mate on the outside too

The next couple hours carried on much the same, more cumshots fucked into the human's ass as you rutted into him. More bite marks littered all over his exposed skin. Letting your instincts take over as you relieved yourself after almost a year without a mate. Suffice to say that the unlucky adventurer wouldn't leave that forest for quite some time

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

#my writing #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x male reader #bennett #genshin bennett #bennett x reader #bennett smut #sub bennett #male reader #dom reader #top reader #halloween specials 🎃#requested #oneshot #wolfboy au #monster au

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queenmea604 · 9 months

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Puppy chan in "rut" AKA it's been so long since he's last seen you that even the faint scent of your perfume and shampoo left over the hoodie he stole has him bricked up. The moment he sees you? Strong leader bangchan is out the fuckin door and he's just your lil Wolfie/puppy who needs to breed you full of pups -🐌

Hey Anon 🐌, I really happy to see you asked about this oneshot and i'm gladly trying my best to do the oneshot like you requested and i'm sorry if the story line is not like what you want but trust me when i said that i doing my best to fulfill the request bcs i'm not so good write the smut fics so here the fics for you

Little Naughty Puppy ( B.CH )

➣ Pairing : Wolf!Bang Chan x F!reader

➣ Genre : Fluffy, Smut

➣ Words Count : 2.4k

➣ Warning : MDI!!, Masturbation(m), Oral (mxf), Breeding kink, Unprotected sex ( don't ), Cursing, Pet names, Nipple play, Fantasizing, Grinding

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Bang Chan is your wolf hybrid, but for you, he's like a little puppy for you when you both stay together. Currently, you are out of Seoul because of the work that you have been told to do by your boss, leaving Bang Chan alone at your house. When you are out of Chan eyes. He automatically changed to a serious wolf with a strong aura, but what you didn't know is that right now, Chan is in his ruts. After a few days of you leaving him alone, Chan tried to hold his pulsing dick and not try to think anything inappropriate about you.

Chan let out a hiss after he touched his own throb dick to relieve the pain he felt for a few days, and he started to pump his length in slow motion. Chan threw his head back while pursed his lips tightly until his lips were bleeding, but Chan didn't care about the taste of blood in his tongue. He just wished that he could have a taste of you when you feel arousal, and Chan was pumping his length faster when your imagination came to his mind, making him almost cums immediately.

" Y/n, Y/n, fuck " Chan moaned your name desperately.

Chan cums on his pants with an open, wide mouth on his face. Chan still can't find the relief he searched for, so Chan wants to use another alternative to make his dick less painful. He went to your clean room before he quietly stole the hoodie on your bed that you left behind after packing your clothes, and Chan could smell your shampoo on the hoodie. Chan sniffed the smell until his dick got hard again with the thought of him breeding you full of his pups while you were a mess under him. Chan warm hand grips his twitched dick while sniffling the hoodie to get more of your smell from the hoodie in his right hand while his left hand slowly teases his tip that has a pre-cum and uses it as lube to pump more of his length.

Chan palmed his cock with a messy pace to chase after his cums while imagining his hands as your tight pussy, Chan rutting his hips on his hand and tightening his grip on his tip before he moves his hands faster, and he can imagine how you will be under him when he fucks the shit out of you and Chan cums spurting out just from imagining your body full of his cum. Chan looks at the mess he makes inside your room with your hoodie still in his hand, and Chan decides that he wants to keep the hoodie and return it to you after your scent is gone from the hoodie.

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Next day

You will go back to your home without telling Chan about your arrival today. You get inside the quiet house, and you don't see Chan's presence around the house, so you go to your bedroom, only to freeze in front of the door when you see Chan grinding on your pillow. You cover your mouth with a surprise expression after being greeted with the most horny view from Chan. Also, it's the first time you see Chan being dominant when you're gone, and make your pussy wet already to see Chan grinding your pillow with rushed thrust.

" Channie " You spoke so gently that he didn't get startled by your voice.

Chan stopped his action after hearing your voice at the door, and he immediately turned around his head to see you already standing at your bedroom door with wide eyes, making Chan's dominant aura go away. Chan left your pillow to stand in front of you with his big doe eyes. Chan completely changed after he saw you, After a long time, he didn't get to see you because of your busy schedule.

" Y/n " Chan's voice is so soft, it almost makes you think you didn't hear his voice calling your name.

Chan pouts with a little frown in his face and has been fidgeting in his places after he didn't get to cum right away before you get home, and it feels kind of embarrassing to have you looking at him grinding your pillow like a horny wolf.

" Oh my baby " You approach Chan figure before you pull him on your warm hugs.

" I'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long. You must feel lonely " You cooed when Chan snuggled at your body and took your scent, which almost made him go crazy.

You stare at Chan, who keeps on fidgeting with a painful face, and you notice his big bulge on his pants, but you pretend not to see it before you pull away from the hugs, making Chan whine to feel your warm body. Chan felt the pain in his cock after you let go of the hugs, but what's made his cock more painful is after he caught a scent of arousal from you. Chan tried to cover his visible bulge from your eyes and didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but you took him by surprise when you suddenly caressed his bulge without a shame on your face.

" Looks like you have a little present for me when I get back " You tease Chan with your seductive voice.

You palmed his hard cock from outside of his pants with a teasing smirk on your face and felt how Chan cock was pulsing on your hands, making you more excited to tease your little naughty puppy. Chan held his moan while guiding your hand inside of his pants to make you feel his bare cock that felt warm and big on your hand.

" Are you in your ruts, Channie? " You asked him with a gentle voice.

Chan doesn't answer you because he is scared that if he speaks to you, he will embarrass himself more in front of you, so Chan only gives you shy nods when answering your question for him. Chan's head tilts back after you tease his tip with your soft and warm fingers.

" I should do something to make you feel less pain. You must be in pain after I left the house a few days ago, and you have been a good puppy to me " You whispered in Chan's ear until he shivered from your voice in his sensitive ears.

" Mm, I want to feel you " Chan said, looking at your e/c with hopes in his own eyes.

You push Chan's body to let him lay on your bed before you strip from your own clothes in front of his eyes.

" Strip for me, baby " You ordered him.

Chan did what you told him to do with eagerness when he stripped himself fully from his clothes and waited patiently at your bed with a hard dick for you to see. You lick your lips seductively after seeing Chan's long and big cock with pre-cum oozing out from his tip. Your hands grab his cock before you pump the cock in your hands slowly while you stare directly at Chan's pleasure face, Chan bucking his hips impantiently after you pump his cock.

" Ahh- ahh, so- good " Chan moans with a furrowed eyebrow.

Chan let out a gasp after feeling your warm mouth on his tip. You, kitty, licked his tip and made the whole cock enter your warm mouth. You bobbed your head up and down while teasing Chan Tip, and you squeezed Chan ball with your hand before you felt Chan trying to move his cock inside of your mouth. You let Chan deep-throat your mouth until you gag from his big cock while Chan held your head so that he could control your movement on his cock.

" Ahh- ahh, I'm cumming- I'm cumming " Chan screamed until the neighbour could hear his loud moan.

You hollowed your mouth so that you could make him cum more faster than he expected. Chan's thick thighs were shaking from the stimulation he felt right now when he cumming inside your mouth. You let go of his cock and showed him how you were swallowing his cum with a smile on your face. Chan's cock got hard again with the unexpected view in front of him with your mouth full of his cum, like he always imagines when he thinks about you wherever he feels horny, so after seeing that, in reality, it makes him want you more than before.

Chan is making you lay on your bed while he opens your legs widely, and he can see how wet your pussy is after you give him a blowjob. Without wasting another time, Chan buried his face on your core and licked a stripe of your core that was full of your arousal, and Chan finally knew how you tasted and made his thirst more for your taste. You let out a moan without care if your neighbors will complain the next day at your house door for being noisy, because right now what you can think is how Chan gave you the true pleasure you had been seeking from him for a long time.

You always fantasize about Chan's big cock and are always curious to feel how his big dick enters you after you accidentally see his dick when he takes a shower. From that time on, you will quietly get off thinking about him fucking you raw and making you pregnant with his pups, and you keep it's secret for a year from Chan. You also know how Chan wanted to fuck you after you caught him moaning your name softly when he was masturbating in his room. You always know that Chan will steal your clothes to use when he wants to get off, so that's why you purposely left your hoodie when you went to your outstation, and you want to see how Chan reacted.

" I need you, I need you now, Channie " You whined to him.

Chan mouth is wet with your arousal when he lifts up his face to look up at your face with a full lust in his eyes, Chan licking his lips before he gets up on your body with a smirking expression on his face, only giving you a kiss after that and making you taste yourself on his lips. Both of your tongues are fighting each other, and Chan bites down on your lips after he lets go of your swollen lips, and Chan kisses trailing to your neck, Chan sucking your neck to leave a visible hickey on your neck so that other men can't approach you anymore.

" I'm going to make you scream my name and make you forget about other men on your head " Chan said possessively.

You bite down your lips when you find Chan very attractive right now, so you kiss his plump lips once again, but this time with eagerness, and while you guys were sloppy kissing, Chan rubbed his length on your bare pussy lips until both of you let out an audible noise. Chan saw that your nipples were getting erect from him rubbing his length on your pussy lips. Chan started playing with your hard nipple, and he teased the hardening nipple with his fingers before sucking your nipple and biting the hard nipple softly to see a reaction from you, and you moaned Chan's name after he teased your hard nipple.

You tug harshly on Chan's hair while you and Chan grind to each other with lust on your bodies. Chan would growl lowly when his cock could feel how wet you were down there for him, and he also couldn't wait to be inside your pussy and feel how tight your core could squeeze him. You told him to push his cock inside you because you couldn't wait anymore after his cock continuously teased your core, so Chan pushed his cock slowly inside your core and felt how your inside squeezed his cock.

" Mine, you're mine " Chan growled in your ears when he moved inside of you.

Chan harshly thrusting his big cock on your pussy before quickening his pace, Chan's cock kept on hitting your g-spot and making you lose your voice from the pleasure you feel, and Chan knew it that he would make you feel the pleasure until he kept on hitting the same spot to see your pleasure face, which made him more turned on to breed you until you were full of his puppies. Chan really wants to see how you will look when he fills you with his pups, so you can't run away from him and make you the mother of the pups he will put inside your womb. You hold Chan's muscular arms to tell him you almost reached your climax until Chan's seeds fill you up and almost make you full of his seed.

" Ahh, you will be the mother of pups, and I will continuously put my pups inside you so you will forever stay with me, babygirl " Chan said, smirking when he looked directly into your eyes.

You take a long, deep breath with a sweating body until you feel uncomfortable and want to take a shower right away, but Chan knots has not stopped, so you have to wait until Chan knots stops, and you didn't expect that his knots would last for two hours to stop when Chan told you that information.

" I like this, I like when you get close to me " Chan admits while shyly giving you a smile after he fucks you like the world will end.

" I always fantasize about you if you want to know, and I purposely left the hoodie for you so you can use it for your needs " You tell him the truth about the hoodie you left in your room.

Chan looked so shocked to discover that from yourself, and he kind of liked the idea, so he told you to do that again next time if you have to go out of Seoul or another country.

" I hope you can breed me again next time " You sneakily whisper in his ears.

Chan feels his dick get hard again for the second time after you say that to him.

" Ready for round 2? " Chan raised his eyebrow teasingly at you.

The next round starts shortly, and both of you are fucking each other like horny teenagers until the next neighbour has to come knocking at your house door to complain about the noise they keep hearing until dawn.

The End

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan x you #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x y/n #anon🐌

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antisocial-mochi267 · 9 months

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JIMIN fic recs oneshot PART 1

Hope it helps to find you the great fics! Hope it helps!! And please leave a comment/like/reblog or any reviews guys the writers should receive the appreciation they deserve (I'll be eventually adding more fics here)

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And if you want recs about any particular trope or au I'm always willing to help 👀🤗

Oneshot :-

Fluff :- ☁️

Angst :- 🥀

Smut :- 🔥

Crack :- 🎃

Personal Favourite :- ✨

1. you.Me.us__ ☁️🔥🥀 (stalker, yandere , thriller) @kosmosguk

2. Driver's license __ ☁️🥀✨ (coming-of-age, one-sided!au, brother's bestfriend!au) @gyukult

3.while you are at it __ ☁️🔥(pool boy jimin, divorced reader). @aureumjeon

4. I need you __ ☁️🔥🥀(exes to lovers, oneshot, idol au) @hisunshiine

5. Crystal snow __ ☁️🥀✨ (figure skating!au, fantasy!au, king jimin, supernatural power). @minniepetals

6. Vampire's garden__☁️🎃(College student jimin, fantasy, dark fantasy, vampire au). @ebonyinktea

7. soliloquy __☁️🎃 (Angel jimin× human reader). @kinktae

8. schrödinger’s cat__ ☁️🎃✨(guardian angel jimin, comfort) @dovechim

9. Azure blue__☁️🎃✨(Adventure, Fairy!Au ) @jimlingss

10. The pull of the tides __☁️🔥(surfur au, Strangers to lovers) @goldenscript

11. Fairytale__☁️🎃(merman jimin × human reader) @gukyi

12. Rock bottom __☁️🥀🔥✨( Idol!Jimin, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU) @jkbabiey

13. Boats against the current __☁️🎃✨ (Hogwarts au, opposite to lovers). @gukyi

14. Into the wilderness __☁️🥀🎃✨ (camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au) @gukyi

15. Lover to lean on__☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ (neighbour au, flower shop au, it's more complicated) @sketchguk

16. Paper bandits __☁️🎃(highschool au, S2F2L) @vantaenims

17. Blowing dandelions __☁️🥀🔥(badboy jimin, e2l, childhood friends, college au). @httpjeon

18. Grinch in law__☁️🥀🔥✨(fiance to marriage, bad to good mother-in-law, established relationship) @mercurygguk

19. Cut me free__☁️🥀🔥(Demon Yandere jimin ) @sopejinsunflower

20. Earnestly yours __ ☁️🎃✨(Highschool au , enemies to lovers , actor au) @gukyi

21. Theophany (To Paint a God) __☁️🥀🔥 (college!au , Old Friends to Lovers , Best Friend’s Brother!Jimin , Bisexual!Reader , Dancer!Jimin , Painter!Reader) @ilikemesometaetaes

22. Hello__ ☁️🥀🔥✨(exestolovers!au, high school pining, adult love, slice of life au ) @gyukult

23. Only you __ ☁️🔥 (single dad jimin, best friends to lovers au) @personasintro

24. Hell-ish__☁️🎃 (establisedrelationship, kinda fun date) @jtrbluv

25. 20 things and continuing I Hades about you__☁️🥀🎃✨ (dj famous jimin× pa reader) @readyplayerhobi

26. Just a little bit of love(is all you really need)__☁️🎃 (gymnastics au) @gukyi

27. Poster boy __ ☁️ (highschool au, social anxiety, comfort) @versigny

28. He's pretending__☁️🎃✨ (Enemies-to-lovers (kinda, jimin is in deniel but lowkey wipped) Daemon!Jimin x Faerie!Reader, fantasy au). @crystaljins

29. Adonis __☁️🎃 (firefighter jimin, s2l ). @xjoonchildx

30. Red gardania__☁️✨ (ballerina au, secret admirer, kinda e2l ) @joyfulhopelox

31. Shake shack __☁️🔥🎃(stranger to crushes to lovers) @kth1

32. The happiest place on earth __☁️🎃🔥 (Disneyland actors au, slice of life au) @dovechim

33. The midnight pack __☁️🎃🔥 (wolf au, S2L) @jjungkookislife

34. Terrible liar__☁️🥀✨ (F2L, pinning , comfort) @writtenwhalien

35. All that glitters __☁️🥀🎃✨(kinda soft Yandere/ tsudere jimin , Obsession) @deepdarkdelights

36. Deviant affairs __☁️🔥🥀(new Yandere stepbro jimin ) @yandere-society

37. Believe it __☁️🥀🔥✨(friends to enemies to lovers (it’s more complicated though)+ bet AU , high school to after high school) @writtenwhalien

38. Love you a latte__☁️🎃(Yandere Jimin, Stalking, Masturbation, obsession, it's kinda angsty though) @worldwidemochiguy

39. Heartbreak Insurance__☁️🎃✨ (insurance agent jimin× fraud reader, S2 F2 L) @jimlingss

40. Wicked obsession __🔥☁️(University AU, friends with benefits, unhealthy obsession) @peachypinkygloss

41. Love pages__☁️🥀(Yandere, highschool au, supernatural kinda) @jimlingss

42. The devil's own luck__☁️🥀🎃✨ (demon jimin , Slice of Life). @jimlingss

43. Beneath the water __☁️🥀🔥🎃✨(merman jimin× human reader, mermaid au, fantasy au). @jungshookz

44. His hoodie my hoodie__☁️🔥🎃✨ ( S2F2L, college au) @yoongihime

45. Kiss the girl__☁️🎃 (Disney land prince jimin×waitress girl, f2l, whipped) @sketchguk

46. Devil's advocate__☁️🎃(devil jimin ×human reader) @7cypher

47. No need for dreaming__☁️🎃(roommate au, clumsy jimin, frenemies to lovers) @ve1vetyoongi

48. Nine to five__☁️🎃🔥(softie smut, fwb2L, Dr. jm) @jiminrings

49. Just a taste__☁️🥀🔥🎃(Vampire jimin, established relationship). @yoonieper

50. Safe haven__☁️🥀🔥✨(royal king’s guard werewolf!jimin × princess reader, forbidden love au, medieval royal au) @kth1fics

51. Spiral__☁️🥀✨(Time traveler Jimin, teenager! reader, underground fighter! Jimin, time jumps, violence, blood, supernatural) @i-am-baechu

52. Red flag__☁️🎃🔥✨( richboy!jimin x mystery!reader, strangers to enemies to lovers to potential plaintiff) @xjoonchildx

#jimin fic #bts x reader #yandere!jimin #jimin smut #jimin comfort #bts fic rec #jimin fic recs #jimin fluff #jimin angst #bts fic #pjm #park jimin #jimin × reader #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts jimin #jimin oneshot

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dropofbittersea · 29 days

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“Hey Derek? Are you absolutely sure that Beacon Hills isn’t sitting on a Hell Mouth?”

#derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #fanfic #teen wolf #ao3 #oneshot #hale pack #bamf!stiles #pack alpha Derek

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vasito-de-leche · 4 months

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;R1999 PAVIA - "sleeping dogs"

Pavia x Reader. 2k words. fluff Pavia's eye bags keep getting bigger and bigger, so you take matters into your own hands and force him to take a nap with you.

starting the sleepytime saga about blorbos getting some good fucking rest and writing a oneshot about it everytime i get sleepy because the world could do with better naps and more zzz's

this was all self-indulgent fluffy mess to make up for the constant FMN bullying in other posts

"You'll get sleepy in no time, trust me on this."

"Like hell I will," despite his protests, Pavia dutifully follows after you. Once you two reach the edge of the bed, he makes a show out of kicking off his shoes while pouting the whole time, if only to continue rebelling against you and your ideas. "What am I? A kid?"

"You're a grown ass man, Pavia - so act like it."

That gets a snicker out of him, and he instantly seethes about it - he's meant to be mad at you for suggesting something stupid. What follows is a long groan and a roll of the eyes, but he knows you're pretending not to hear him as you climb into the mess of pillows and blankets that he calls a bed. As usual, his room is a damn mess.

"It's just a nap, it won't kill you. Promise!"

It only takes a moment for you to get comfortable, rambling about the "golden hour" for naps - according to you, it was good to leave the curtains partially drawn to allow a small amount of sunlight into the room.

You're so convinced of this that Pavia can't bring himself to remind you: he doesn't need any type of light to see, his eyes having long adjusted to being shrouded in darkness. Instead, he lets you ramble as he makes his way to close the door.

Before he can do so, however, a few dark figures stumble and slide inside, all of them a little more eager and curious at the prospect of napping than their master.

Andrea sniffs around you while Tonika and Leon claim their spots under the bed, their snouts and goofy smiles partially visible. Peter makes an attempt to hop onto the mattress, but slips off and settles for laying down at his master's feet.

Pavia, of course, glares at them as if betrayed. The only one who stands by his side is Maleficent, imitating his expression to the best of her ability.

"Are you seeing this shit, Maleficent? Traitors, all of 'em."

The wolf in question huffs in agreement, and Pavia reluctantly sits down next to you, waiting for your permission.

It's only once you pat the empty space next to you - his spot, for him and the pack only - that Pavia plops down. Unlike you, he rests over the blankets and casually clasps his hands over his stomach, idly looking at the ceiling. With his schedule being all over the place and his unusual reservations, sleep is something Pavia does out of immediate necessity. Only allowing himself to sleep for a handful of hours when his body is at the brink of collapse, and so he finds himself wondering what to do now that you're forcing him to sleep recreationally.

Even so, his body language is relaxed and comfortable, that casual and lazy air he only has whenever he's around you. This is his home, after all.

Pavia doesn't think about the basement in Piedmont, but he sure holds his breath on instinct for a second. It's an old, nasty habit - the aftermath of all of his constant screaming and begging, as there was nothing else to do but sit and wait for someone to let him out. In the stillness of the room, he can hear everything: your breathing and his own, faint voices outside in the wilderness, someone passing by in the hallway - it's that kid with the balloons, judging by sound of her skipping around. The darkness cannot hurt him, not when he's reclaimed power over it, not when he's with you and the pack.

Something shifts in his peripheral. It's you, propped on your elbows and leaning over him.

"Don't tell me you're going to sleep with your glasses on." You don't wait for an answer and reach out to gently take them off, placing them neatly on the nightstand. For some reason, Pavia feels a little naked without them. "There, much better! Is that how you wanna sleep, then?"

Your question gives him pause, and he immediately defaults to his usual antics. "Now you're gonna tell me how to lay down? What's this, some dumb pop quiz I didn't prepare for? Next thing, you'll be telling me how to snore properly."

"Alright, fine, damn! But it's sooo cozy and toasty under the blankets." To prove your point, you slide down and sink deeper into the mattress, humming with that content expression. The blankets cover half of your face, and your big, dumb, bright eyes look up at him with mischief and amusement. "You're missing out."

"And you're going to start hogging the blankets the second you fall asleep, so what's the point?"

This isn't the first and it won't be the last time you two sleep together in the same bed, he knows your sleeping habits like the back of his hand by now. Pavia makes sure to pay attention to each and every little detail when it comes to you, after all.

"Oh my god, Pavia - just get in. It's easier this way." Pavia does as told, only because you're the one asking so nicely, and he lays on his side to face you. "Perfect, now come here."

"You're awfully bossy today, did you notice?"

He leans in once your hands reach out to cradle his face, rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs and coaxing him, ever so slowly, into resting his head on the space between your shoulder and your neck. There is no resistance from Pavia's part, the way his body melts with yours is automatic - like old pieces of a well-loved puzzle that simply click together time and time again.

Pavia's arms wrap around your torso and he brings you even closer, impossibly so, as if wanting to merge with you. The content sigh gives him away, and he wishes he could see your expression once he smiles into your skin. You were right, it is much better this way. There's no way Pavia could ever get tired of touching you like this.

"Getting sleepy?"

"Not yet," he murmurs into the crook of your neck, wondering whether to leave kisses or start biting you. He settles for the latter, a way to get back at you - it's a gentle nip that catches you off-guard, if that small gasp of protest is anything to go by. "If you want me to fall asleep, you're doing a really shitty job."

For a moment, he thinks you're mad at him when no answer comes, usually you'd pinch his back or bite him back. Instead, he feels your fingers softly carding through his hair, your nails on his scalp, moving in slow sweeping motions. Okay, maybe he spoke a little too soon. Being surrounded by you felt like heaven.

Pavia shifts, now burying his face in your chest. Like this, he can hear your heartbeat loud and clear, and he closes his eyes to take in the sound, committing it to memory.

While he's far from falling asleep any time soon, the weight and stress of the daily routine has certainly left his shoulders. Everything about you is soft and welcoming, and he has to restrain himself from biting you again once he feels you lean in, just to kiss the top of his head.

Fuck it, he bites the nearest spot, unable to contain his affection for you. The way he shows love might be unorthodox, but what matters to Pavia is that you understand the thought behind each action and word - he loves with an open mouth, greedy and full of love. A big bad wolf, one hair away from eating you up. And even then, he never bites hard enough to leave any marks nor to hurt you, not unless you ask him to.

Your laugh resonates in your throat and he keeps you from squirming away just to feel it vibrate in your neck.

Between this and your heartbeat, he doesn't know which one to pick as his favorite sound. The way you say his name behind closed doors, so softly and so gently just for him to hear, is definitely up there with the others in his personal ranking.

"Stop biting and start sleeping, idiot." There's a happy tone in your voice, one that urges him to continue bothering you.

"Easier said than done, stupid."

Taking your free hand, the one that tried so rudely to push him away in protest, Pavia presses his lips against your knuckles, one by one. You seem to like that, as hinted by the way your legs tangle up with his, locking him in place.

"I swear I'm doing my best here to get you to stop moving. Try counting sheep? Or wolves, I guess. Speaking of..."

You make an attempt to look for the pack, only for Pavia to pull you back down. He doesn't need to count the wolves, he knows exactly where they are - nestled together under the bed, laying down in the middle of the room with their soft, fluffy bellies on display, so drowsy and happy to exist in the same time and space as you. It's no mystery that each and every wolf is an extension of himself, a shameless display of his own thoughts and feelings, and even though this is something you're fully aware of, Pavia would rather save himself the embarrassment of admitting any of this.

"Now you're the one moving around, interrupting my precious sleep. What do you have to say for yourself?" He teases, hoping you'll indulge him and keep bantering back and forth - but you press a gentle kiss to his forehead instead.

"My bad..." Pavia knows you're not gonna last any longer the moment a yawn interrupts your words, and he's right - you don't speak anymore after this.

Your grip on him loosens gradually. First, it's the hand that kept playing with his hair, now gently petting him until it slowly comes to rest on the back of his neck. It's warm, so very warm. Next is your breathing, slow and steady, along with the rise and fall of your chest. Pavia nuzzles into it, feeling himself breathe in perfect harmony with you. And finally, your legs - he feels you kicking around, curling up and clumsily drawing the blankets towards you until his legs are exposed to the cold.

There it is, he thinks to himself, smitten and endeared by your sleepy crimes. It doesn't matter though, soon enough the whole pack comes climbing into the bed, forming a soft, black mass at the edge and near your feet. All of them unable to stay away from you, just like him.

Silence settles in and the world grows loud once again.

The soft panting from the pack, the voices outside, the constant stream of steps and life all over the house. Someone is in the kitchen, there's the telltale sound of glass against wood. Somewhere else, a door closes and another creaks open.

Pavia knows that you would never dare to ask the reason behind his awful sleep habits, and there's no way he could ever explain the totality of it- yet here you are, trying to help him nonetheless. It's annoying to have you constantly point out the bags under his eyes, but he respects you for it, for having the nerve to call him out and set him straight when needed. Part of him revels in the undivided attention and scrutiny, to have you all to himself whenever you scold him, examining his tired eyes.

He wonders if you know the power you hold over him, how impossible it is for him to tear his eyes from you. Even now as you sleep, Pavia feels himself slowly forget about the outside world in favour of your soft murmurs, those dumb little sounds you make that he can't get enough of.

You're doing so much for him, perhaps it's about time for him to meet you halfway. From his spot, he looks up at you one last time - he wants this view to be the last thing he sees before he drifts into a dreamless sleep.

"Night, vita mia. Don't let the bed wolves bite."

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 pavia #i think a lot about pavia's way of distancing himself from. humanity #sure its his way of rebelling and reclaiming power #but also the potential of all of these habits being both a result of trauma and a way to establish his individuality? yeah im a lil derange

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