Ionno what should i add in introduction posts like these, even though i've been on Tumblr for like... three years. Was a silent reader, drawing and some random stuffs admirer. Until i found out it was bad so i try to engage, least i can do is repost/reblogging(?) man, i feel like a boomer.
✧*。—Introduction!!
So, yeah. Name's Jaz as a nickname. She/Her. I pretty much float around in fandoms, unless i found one that stuck the most and hyperfixated on it. An insomniac, and i wish i wasn't. I took Social/Humanities subjects in school, and soon gonna take a Sociology Education major in college.
Btw, English is not my first language, so if there's any mistakes in my words/grammars, i sincerely apologize🧍🏻
✧*。—Fandoms I'm In (or things that i generally like):
Malcolm In The Middle | EXO | Five Nights at Freddy's | Alien Stage | Green Day | Red Velvet | Girls Generation | Photographies | Reading | Writing | & counting...
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\MASTERLIST!
Reese Wilkerson
Hold You Tight (fluff)
Never Meant To Do That (slight comedy, fluff)
I Think We're Alone Now (slight angst + comfort, smut-ish)
Malcolm Wilkerson
I Wish You Love (fluff)
✧*。—Requests Are Open!!
I'm mostly comfortable w anything?? But i don't do heavy smut, best i can do is suggestive/mild/vanilla smut. And i write for gender anonymous/fem!reader. Also, i don't take any Wilkercest reqs, noncon romance, etc etc that's basically a no no.
reblogs and/or comments are appreciated!!^^ ok dats it bye byee🤸🏻🤸🏻🤸🏻
Is it just my country or does every college, like, wherever—always makes the new students goes through several torture sessions or am i just dramatic
Ik other campuses having it rough (like getting pranked or shi by doing and wearing random ahh crap) than mine but damn this seniority culture's gotta go #kissmyass
And on top of that, I'm gen so slow like why do i have to get through 196262726 internal ppl to get any source of info abt everything. Like damn i need a whole ass guide book to help me navigate thru college life. I'm afraid I'm just Reese🥀🥀💔💔
(but atleast i'm one step forward than him by getting a higher edu ig😭)
This is only my second headcannons post! If I missed any or you have headcannons of your own, comment them as I love to read them :) this is also he first time I've done headcannons that include dialogue so hopefully it's good.
This man does not mess around when it comes to your comfort foods. He makes them exactly the same every single time. One of his biggest fears is ruining a comfort food for you so he's constantly telling you how he's making them and what he's putting in them just to check that it's how you'd usually have it.
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"babe I'm going to use a different type of cheese, is that alright?" Reese calls from the kitchen.
"what type?" You answer from your spot on the sofa in the next room.
"it's just a slightly stronger cheddar than usual, the shop didn't have the one I normally get."
"oh, yeah, that's fine Reese"
Boundaries
Reese would constantly be asking you wether things he was doing were ok. Touching, hugging, kissing or just anything he would ask. If you were to ever say no, he'd accept that and ask no further questions. I think he'd also be happy for the two of you to have separate bedrooms if you lived together, partly because it made you happy but also because he'd never really had his own room as a kid. Of course he'd be more than happy to share whenever you wanted to.
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"my room tonight? Or yours if you wanted. Or not. I'm not bothered." He asks, making it known that he's open to whatever you want to do.
"hmm, your room?"
"alright, you wait here a second, I'll go get that blanket you like."
Comfort items/ clothing/ objects
He would take so much care of your comfort items, almost the same care that you do. He'd check before moving them or washing them. He would feel so proud and honoured if something of his became a comfort items to you like one of his hoodies or something similar.
***
"is that...? My jumper?" He asks, staring at the outfit you're wearing.
"maybe.." you answer shyly.
"it's cute on you" he replies, knowing it would fluster you slightly.
He says that every single time you wear it from then on.
Cover ups
If you're overwhelmed and want to leave a place without making a big deal about it, he will create some sort of excuse or distraction. He enjoys this as it lets him tap back into his younger, more mischievous self. He'll make up the most random excuses or crazy distractions. It doesn't matter where you are either, he'd still do it if it meant you were comfortable.
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"sorry mum, we've got to go" Reese says, squeezing your hand lightly.
"what why? You only got here an hour ago!" Lois replies.
"yeah, uh, our cat just got caught flying by our neighbours. Gotta go sort that out!" He says dragging you through the front door.
"you don't have a cat!" Lois yells from inside but it's too late, he's already whisked you away.
I don't see the show in english BUUUUUT I know in Latin America spanish we call "Paquita cabeza" to the doll head n I think it's so funny bc the name in english it's "Poquito cabeza" like a "little head" but in the dubbing it was translated as Paquita... It's the diminutive of the name Francisca n idk but I love it HAJSJAJSJ
for your love, i would die for it (reese wilkerson)
summary: after a long day of preparing for your criminal law final, you just wanted to go back to your apartment where your boyfriend—and the comfort that came with him—waited for you.
pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader
wc: 1.5k
cw: none!
author's note: got carried away w the legal/court terminology #myfault as always, enjoy !!
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the sweet smell of home cooking filled your nostrils as you entered the small apartment. the kitchen light dimly illuminated the broad shoulders that belonged to your boyfriend. you dumped your textbooks on the kitchen table before walking up behind him, gently rubbing his shoulders with your hands.
“hey, baby,” reese said, not taking his eyes off the pot he was currently tending to. “how was school?”
you scoffed in response and removed your hands from him. you sat down at the kitchen table, reaching down to take your shoes off.
“exhausting, this trial is gonna be the death of me,” you answered.
your criminal law and procedure class was nearing its end, and your professor had an interesting alternative to a final exam: a mock trial. everyone was given a role while your professor planned on being the judge and jury.
of course, you got assigned the role of prosecutor. you had the weight of the state on your shoulders, or at least you would if this was a real trial.
but you were taking it incredibly seriously—this is what you wanted to do after law school.
reese chuckled softly at your words. he had been supporting you as you prepared for your “trial.” after he would come home from the kitchen—with leftovers of course—he would sit at the table with you and help you sift through the evidence your professor provided you.
he didn’t understand most of what you were doing, but he loved to see the passion on your face as you rambled on and on about the mock trial.
“what about you? how was work?” you asked, picking up your shoes and placing them by reese’s at the front door. returning back to the kitchen, you hoisted yourself up onto the counter, making sure you weren’t near any of the food and out of his way.
“the new guy forgot to yell ‘corner’ and i ran into him with boiling water, but it was otherwise pretty good,” he said, adding a mixture of spices to the pot. he was so focused on cooking, he didn’t look up once as he told you about his day.
you kicked your feet gently, a small smile growing on your face as you watched reese move around the tiny space. it wasn’t as big as the industrial kitchen he worked at, but he made do with the room he had.
“here,” he said, bringing a spoon to your lips. you sipped the liquid, the flavors mixing delectably in your mouth.
“reese, this tastes delicious,” you replied, licking your lips. he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.
“you missed a spot,” he teased before returning to stirring the liquid. “glad you like it, though. i’m testing out a new soup recipe.”
“it’s wonderful,” you mused. reese grabbed a couple of bowls, starting to fill them with the soup as you hopped off the counter. you moved your stuff off of the table so you two would have room to eat.
“dinner is served,” reese said with a teasing grin as he placed the bowl in front of your chair. you eagerly spooned the soup into your mouth.
“you know, you don’t have to keep up the kitchen hospitality when you’re home,” you joked. he shrugged, a small chuckle escaping from his mouth.
“i know, but my girl deserves the best of the best,” he said. you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but the smile on your face and blush on your cheeks gave you away.
by the time you both finished eating, you dumped the bowls in the sink. while you were scrubbing away at the dirty dishes, you felt reese wrap his arms around you.
“shower?’ he whispered in your ear. you sighed and gnawed on your lip, thinking over the suggestion.
“only if we actually shower,” you answered.
“deal,” reese said. you turned around to see him smiling widely at you. you playfully pinched his cheek as you walked past him towards your shared bathroom.
the bathroom was attached to your bedroom and was filled with a variety of colognes, perfumes, and other toiletries from the two of you. your toothbrush sat against reese’s, and if it was anyone else’s toothbrush, you would’ve thought it was disgusting.
but you would let your toothbrush rest against his in every lifetime.
reese started the shower, warming it up to the temperature he knew you enjoyed. even if he thought it was too hot or too cold, he would deal with it—just for you.
you both stripped out of the clothes, yours smelling faintly of old law books and the campus library while reese’s smelled of cooking oil and a variety of different spices.
you stepped in the shower first, sighing as the water rinsed over you. reese was in soon after you, closing the curtain behind him. without a word, he reached for your shampoo and dumped some in his hand.
he massaged the soap into your hair gently. you leaned into his touch, thanking him as he made sure to not let any get in your eyes. you returned the favor, rubbing the shampoo through his hair to remove the build up of hair gel.
you two washed yourselves, with reese squeezing bubbles out of his body wash towards you. you swatted at the suds.
“reese, don’t you dare,” you warned. “if i fall over because of you, i swear.”
he laughed as he attempted to push more bubbles out of the bottle.
“i promise i’ll catch you,” he said between giggles. his once spikey hair was drenched in water, drooping down over his forehead. as he lathered the soap on his skin, he fanned the bubbles in your direction.
“i’m getting out.”
“wait, i was kidding,” he called out. you opened the shower curtain and stepped out onto the bathmat.
“i’m done anyway,” you explained, wrapping the towel around your body. reese rinsed off his body wash quickly before following you back into the bedroom. he threw on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, while you rummaged in his side of the closet.
“that’s not your side,” he pointed out.
“i know,” you answered. you found what you were looking for—an oversized sweater that smelled like your boyfriend—and took it out.
you pulled the sweater over your head, covering the small pajama shorts you had on. you walked back to the kitchen, reese following you like a lost puppy. you found your textbooks and reached for the one that applied to your specific case.
before you could sit down and start working, however, reese snatched the book.
“hey,” you complained. “what gives?”
“no more work for the rest of the night,” he placed the book back in your bag. “c’mon, let's watch a movie.”
that was an offer you couldn’t argue with. he held his hand out to you, and you happily took it. reese led you into the living room. it wasn’t messy by any means, but it was certainly lived in.
there were photos of you and reese, the wilkerson family, your family, and other moments littered on a shelf. between the photos rested a plethora of different criminal justice and law textbooks, along with a few cookbooks.
on the tv stand rested many different trinkets and a vase filled with flowers—flowers reese had left for you one day before he worked a night shift. the couch in the room was covered with comfortable blankets and pillows.
reese pulled you into his arms as he sat down on said couch, flicking the tv on. he gently kissed your slightly damp hair and you cuddled up close to his chest.
“any ideas?” he asked as he clicked through the channels. nothing looked particularly interesting to you, but you noticed the way reese faltered when he passed by a late night showing of the texas chainsaw massacre.
“go ahead, put on texas chainsaw,” you said. you probably had seen the movie a million times at this point, but you didn’t feel like arguing with reese. not when you’ve been arguing about mens rea all day with your “legal team.”
“awesome,” he replied, clicking back up to the movie. you craned your neck to look up at him and saw the massive grin on his face. he leaned down, placing a kiss on your nose.
he pulled a blanket over you before wrapping an arm tightly around you. you felt your eyes get heavy before they even arrived at the murderous cannibal’s house. within moments, you were knocked out.
reese finished the movie, though he turned it down once he realized you were fast asleep. his arm was completely numb from where your body was pressed against it, and he just wanted to lie down in bed.
but he opted to fall asleep on the couch. you just looked so peaceful while you slept. he gently kissed your forehead and whispered ‘i love you’ before making himself as comfortable as possible.
because just like the toothbrushes, he would sleep on the couch in every lifetime if it meant being with you.
summary: you were excited for your annual tradition of binge watching horror movies with your boyfriend on halloween. he had other ideas, however.
pairing: reese wilkerson x fem!reader
wc: 2.5k
cw: smut, mask kink ?!, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, fingering (f!receiving), sliiiight hair pulling, sliiiight overstimulation, creampie, kinda breeding kink ???, not proofread i'm tired
author's note: SLASHER SUMMER IS IN FULL EFFECT !!!! this was so self indulgent i love halloween and scary movies, i think this is lowkey the dirtiest thing i've ever written sorry my demons came out. as always enjoy !!
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“trick or treat!”
you smiled at the children at your door, complimenting their costumes before dumping handfuls of candy in their bags. they gleefully thanked you before moving to the next house as you closed the door.
it was getting late, the time between kids coming to your door was increasing. all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend on the couch and watch horror movies until you couldn't physically stay awake any longer.
you were so excited for the perfect end to your favorite holiday.
you and reese liked to go all out for halloween. your tiny house was decorated to the nines, and you both loved to dress up for the occasion.
this particular halloween, you were dressed like a vampire and reese was dressed like ghostface.
you wore a red, velvet dress that fell to your mid thigh and had a neckline just low enough to leave your boyfriend staring and wanting more. your face was covered with a white foundation, heavy eye makeup, and wine-colored lip gloss.
besides the ghostface mask, reese was wearing a tight fitting black shirt that clung to his body in just the right way. he had been working out lately, and you could tell by the definition of his muscles that showed through the fabric.
matching with his shirt was a pair of dark colored sweatpants. whenever you opened the door for the kids, reese was in the background, carefully “stalking” you. for the kids who noticed, it freaked them out. many of them laughed, however, when reese would jump out while yelling “boo.”
you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist. you felt the cold plastic of his mask tickle your ear.
“what’s your favorite scary movie?” reese asked, voice slightly muffled by the mask he had on.
you softly sighed as his hands started to travel up your ribcage, one of them holding a plastic knife that you didn't even notice until it was dragging against your costume.
“i know you want me to say scream because of your mask,” you hummed, a small smile appearing on your face. “but honestly? it might be evil dead.”
reese let out a defeated huff from behind the mask. you spun around to face him, placing your hands on his shoulder.
“i can’t even argue with that. evil dead’s pretty good,” he sighed. you placed a kiss to the cheek of his mask, leaving a dark red mark in your wake. you pulled away from him, and he placed his knife next to the candy bowl before grabbing a piece.
“you think that’s the last of them?” reese asked, popping the sugary sweet into his mouth.
“god, i hope so,” you answered. “i just wanna get started on our horror marathon.”
again, his hands found their way to your waist. he rubbed his thumbs against the velvet of your dress soothingly. you couldn’t tell because of the mask, but his eyes were focused on how well your tits looked in your dress.
reese had been holding back all night, but watching your figure move as you handed out candy to kids was doing something to him. he didn’t know if it was because of the costume or if it was just hormones.
all reese knew was that he needed you.
“i was thinking,” he said, tilting his head. “maybe we can skip the movies tonight.”
you scrunched your nose up at him. the movie binge was your favorite halloween tradition to share with him.
“what? why?” you asked, your red lips pulling into a frown. he pulled you closer to his body and leaned towards your ear.
“you look so damn good, i don’t think i’d be able to focus on a movie,” he whispered. he pulled your hips flush against his own, and you felt his already hard length through his pants. you bit your lip, running through the options in your mind.
your primal urges took over, and you turned off the porch light and locked the door. you started to reach for his mask, but reese grabbed your wrist.
“don’t,” he warned. you could practically see the lightbulb over his head before he spoke his next words.
“if you see who i am, i’ll have to kill you.”
you bit your lip and smiled, picking up what he was putting down.
“please don’t kill me, mr. ghostface,” you whined, pouting your lips and looking up at your masked boyfriend. “i wanna be in the sequel.”
reese felt his dick twitch at your words. he didn’t expect to get turned on by the simple roleplay so much, but he was so hard it was starting to hurt.
he quickly picked you up, placing you over his shoulder before grabbing the cheap knife. you playfully kicked your legs and softly hit his back as he walked into the bedroom. he tossed you onto the bed before he caged you in, holding the knife above your head.
“i guess i can spare you,” he said between soft chuckles, already laughing at his joke before he even said it. “but i am gonna murder this pussy.”
you tilted your head back and covered your face with your hands.
“that was so stupid,” you giggled. you jokingly tried to push him off you. even if you tried your hardest, reese was heavier than you.
“you love me,” he said. you couldn’t see through the mask, but you could hear the smile in his voice.
“i guess,” you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. “can we get back to what we were doing? i was getting turned on until you said that.”
he sat back on his knees, admiring your sprawled figure in front of him. he pushed the hem of your dress upwards, revealing the lacy black panties you were wearing under.
“what a nice surprise,” he cooed. “expecting someone?”
“maybe i was expecting you, mr. ghostface,” you answered, spreading your legs slowly. reese took the knife, lodging it under the waistband of your panties. you hissed softly at the cold plastic meeting your skin.
he angled the knife and pulled, using the prop to drag your panties down your legs. you gasped lightly when the cold air hit your folds.
“already so wet,” reese muttered while staring at your core. he reached out, gently prodding at your entrance with his fingers. he collected your arousal before sliding his fingers inside of you.
you moaned softly as he stretched you out with his digits.
“oh my god,” you whimpered, bucking your hips slightly against his hand.
“not god,” reese corrected, curling his fingers upwards. “ghostface.”
he took the plastic knife by the blade, pressing the cold handle on your clit. you gripped the sheets tightly at the added sensation. he started to twist the knife in small circles, pushing against your bundle of nerves in a way that was driving you crazy.
“i’m so close,” you whined, throwing your head backwards into the pillow and closing your eyes.
“look at me,” reese demanded. your eyes shot open as you stared at the mask man between your legs. “want you to look at me when you cum.”
your walls clenched around his fingers as you came undone. you tried your hardest to keep your gaze on reese as he ripped your orgasm from you. he pulled his fingers out of you and reached under his mask.
“what are you doing?” you panted.
“savoring the taste,” he replied, voice husky. you sat up, desperately trying to take your dress off as quickly as possible.
you needed reese, and you needed him now.
“woah, calm down, baby,” reese laughed. “we have all night.”
you managed to get the velvet fabric over your head, and you tossed the dress into some corner of the room. under your dress was a bra that matched your lacy panties. reese nearly came on the spot as he watched your tits spill out of the garment as you unclasped it.
he reached out, cupping his hands under your breasts and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. you leaned into his touch, moaning out his name with a breathy whine. you winced when he removed his hands.
“not reese,” he said. his hands traveled to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down and kicking them onto the floor. his boxers sported an obvious tent.
“i’m sorry, mr. ghostface,” you panted, looking at your boyfriend through your lashes. “you just remind me so much of someone i know.”
“i guess i can accept your apology,” he groaned, palming himself through his boxers. you crawled towards him seductively, reaching out towards his boxers.
“let me help you with that,” you offered, pulling his boxers down and freeing his cock from the restraint. you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly pumping him.
“tell me what you want,” you said, pouting your lips slightly. you tried to make out reese’s eyes from behind the mask, but you were too consumed by your own primal urges.
all you could see was the mask.
“i want to feel your insides,” he moaned, referencing the movie but with his own twist. you bit your lip excitedly, spinning around so your ass was facing him. you slid down on your chest slowly, raising your hips in his direction.
“then come get it,” you teased, shaking your hips at him. you heard shuffling before feeling reese’s tip poking at your entrance. you thought he would ease in, like he normally did.
but he slammed his hips against yours. you jolted forwards, a loud cry escaping your lips. he fucked into you at a brutal pace, gripping your hips for stability.
“pussy’s so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned. you reached for something—anything—to hold on to while he ravaged your insides. “it’s like it was made for me.”
“it was made for you,” you cried out. “it was made for your dick, ghostface.”
reese reached forwards, collecting your hair in a ponytail before giving it a tug. he pulled you backwards, arching your back as he leaned close to your ear. the cool plastic of his mask sent a chill down your spine.
“yeah? this perfect fucking cunt was made for me? what a lucky guy i am,” he muttered. he hoisted your hips upwards, giving himself deeper access. the new angle had you seeing stars, and if you weren’t drunk off your boyfriend’s cock, you would be certain that the neighbors could hear you.
he pounded into you faster as he leaned over, his chest pressing against your back. his hand snaked under your body, quickly finding your clit.
as expertly as he always was, reese rubbed at the bundle of nerves between your folds. his calloused fingers knew you better than yourself, and you were soon shaking beneath him.
“gonna cum,” you whimpered. he moved his fingers faster, thrusted even deeper—anything to bring you over the edge. reese needed to feel you spasming around his dick like he needed air to breathe.
“do it then,” he moaned. his thrusts were getting sloppy. “cum around my cock and i won’t kill you.”
with a choked sob, you clenched around him. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your brain went fuzzy from the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm. it crashed through you harder than your first while you babbled out a string of nonsense.
reese didn’t stop.
he was desperately fucking into you, chasing his own release. you felt him twitch inside of you.
you turned around to face him, the white mask staring back at you. reese was still wearing the tight-fitting shirt that hugged his body perfectly. the sight alone was enough to make you soaked.
“where?” he groaned. you were so full of reese and still coming down from your second orgasm, but you needed more. you were so sensitive from your past two orgasms, you were already close to a third.
“inside,” you whimpered. “please cum inside me, ghostface.”
“fuck,” he grunted, snapping against you harder. he was pounding you so hard into the mattress, you were scared the bed would break. you desperately tried to meet his thrusts with your own hips.
“need it so bad,” you moaned. reese continued to lazily rub at your clit, too focused on chasing his own high. you reached down to guide his hand, to move it faster.
and then you were coming undone again.
you cried out reese’s name loudly, completely forgetting about whatever roleplay you two were engaged in. you coated his dick and abdomen in your juices as you shook and moaned like a woman possessed.
with a loud string of curses and a couple more thrusts, reese came deep inside of you. he pulled out, watching the mixture of his cum and your arousal seep out of you. without thinking, he scooped as much as he could with his fingers and pushed it back inside of you.
you panted, totally and utterly exhausted from the most mindbending fuck of your life. reese pulled off the mask, tossing it to the side. he collapsed next to you, breathing deeply as he tried to catch his breath.
you slowly turned to look at him. his face was flush and damp, his hair was flat, but he had the most loving smile on his face. he turned to meet your gaze.
“that was so fucking hot,” he panted. you let out a breathy laugh, rolling over so you were in his arms. he moved to spoon you, holding you close to his chest.
“i don’t know, i think the movie marathon would’ve been better,” you teased. reese placed a kiss to your hair, which was still slightly matted.
“the movies can’t fuck you like that,” he replied. you softly elbowed him. your eyes were heavy and your body was sore—all you wanted to do was sleep.
“reese,” you gently called. your voice was almost gone. he hummed in response.
“can you get my makeup remover wipes? i don’t want to sleep like this,” you requested. you felt the bed shift as he rolled out of it, running off to the bathroom. he returned with your makeup wipes, but also a glass of water.
he tenderly wiped at your face, removing the now ruined vampire look.
“y’know,” he commented, wiping off the mascara that streaked your cheeks. “you weren’t really in character.”
“what do you mean?” you scoffed and crossed your arms. reese smiled at you as he dabbed at your face.
“you didn’t really act like a vampire,” he teased. you rolled your eyes as he chuckled lightly. “but it’s okay. i love you either way.”
your lips pulled upwards against your will, and your face felt warm.
“i love you too,” you said, taking a sip of the water he brought you. once he finished cleaning off your makeup, he pressed a kiss to your nose and pulled you back into the bed with him.
you fell asleep that night in your boyfriend’s arms, not ghostface’s, as teenagers roamed the streets looking for the next house to egg and children dared each other to watch the scariest movie they knew.
valko has a habit of nuzzling you whenever he can ♡
he just cannot help himself, the moment you’re within reach, he’s leaning in.
he’ll rest his forehead on your shoulder for a second before rubbing his nose against you with the tiniest sigh, like he’s exactly where he wants to be.
“valko..?”
he only hums in response, nose now buried against the side of your neck, taking a deep breath in.
“…are you listening?” you try again.
he nuzzles you again, with a little more energy, smiling when you laugh and try to push his face away.
“ughh.. stop it!” you playfully whine.
but you lying in bed is always his favorite.
he’ll curl his arms around you, hiding his face against your hair or the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it’s the most comforting thing in the world.
his wolf ears relax the instant he settles against you, giving a content flick as you absentmindedly scratch behind one.
“…mm.” it’s barely a sound— more of a pleased rumble from him.
you smile, continuing to rub slow circles behind his ear.
behind him, his tail gives a slow, lazy swish across the bed.
“aww! your tail is wagging, you’re like a real puppy!” you say in complete awe.
the fluffy thing gives another thump against the mattress.
“…traitor,” he almost growls, but he isn’t talking to you— he’s talking to his tail.
his ears pin back with embarrassment while the traitorous thing keeps swaying behind him anyway, picking up speed the more you laugh.
“i can’t control it..” he huffs. “stop looking at it.”
he lets out the smallest groan before hiding his face even deeper against your neck.
a little silence passes, and after a bit he mumbles something into your skin.
“what was that?” you ask.
“…makes me feel better.” his ears lower slightly with embarrassment once again. “when you smell like me.”
you reach up to smooth a hand over one fluffy ear, smiling when it flicks happily beneath your fingers.
“then i guess i don’t mind.”
his tail, which had finally calmed down, immediately starts wagging again— faster this time, sweeping happily back and forth against the blankets.
summary: you usually stopped reese when things got heated between you two, but today was the day he found out why.
pairing: reese wilkerson x transmasc!reader
wc: 1.1k
cw: fear of transphobia (reader is scared reese is gonna leave them after they come out)
author's note: sorry about the image i quite literally couldn't help myself it was one of the first pics to show up when i looked up transmasc aesthetic in pinterest </33 please enjoy !!
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reese wilkerson was a hormonal teenage boy. so of course, when his entire family left him alone in the house for a few hours, he called you.
that’s how you found yourself in your boyfriend’s lap with his hand up your shirt. you usually stopped him when he started to get too grabby, and he never asked why. reese was always so respectful to you.
but you were still terrified to come out to him.
he gave you no reason to worry, but the idea of coming out to him and him dumping you because of it was your biggest fear.
every time he called you his pretty “girl,” it made your heart sink. you usually were able to bite your tongue, let him live in his own little world, but you couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“reese, i need to tell you something,” you said between kisses, placing your hand on his chest. he placed open kisses on your neck and hummed. you pushed back on him to get him off of your neck, just for a moment.
“i’m serious,” you whined. reese looked at you and saw how scared you looked. he could see it in your eyes. his hand came out from under your shirt and rested softly against your waist. he soothingly rubbed his thumb up and down against your skin.
“what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” he asked, panic setting in. you shook your head no and reese visibly relaxed. you avoided his eyes as your cheeks felt warm.
“i don’t know how to say this,” you muttered nervously. he gave you a soft smile.
“you can tell me anything. i love you,” he reassured you. you took a deep breath. his words calmed you more than you thought they would.
“i’m trans,” you said with a shakiness in your breath. you stared at reese, hoping you could read his expression, but you couldn’t.
“i’m sorry if you don’t want to be with me anymore—” you started to ramble, but he cut you off with a kiss.
“so what? you’re a dude,” reese said, softly shrugging his shoulders. “that just means you’re my boyfriend now and not my girlfriend.”
“thank you,” you replied, a soft smile making its way onto your face. “i was scared you were gonna dump me.”
“over this? nah, you’d have to do something bad,” he gripped at your waist and kissed your nose before thinking for a moment. “like taking malcolm’s side in an argument against me. but you wouldn’t do that.”
you gently tilted your head back and let out a laugh.
“i would never,” you replied. reese smiled at your words. he knew you always had his back, just as he had yours.
“i know. can we get back to making out now?” he asked, tilting his head. you bit your lip and nodded, and his lips were soon pressed against yours with the same passion as before—if not more.
reese repositioned himself over you, caging you in with his arms. he kissed down your neck, whispering sweet words against your skin as he went. your hands found their way to his hair, your fingers tangled in his spikes.
he loved your fingers in his hair. he groaned against your skin, the vibration tickling you.
“i love you,” he said before leaving a small love bite below your ear. “my sweet boy.”
his words made you flush as you melted into his touch. he returned to your face, placing gentle kisses on your cheek before meeting your lips again. his hand next to your head kept him steady above you as your lips pressed against his.
you sighed into his mouth, the sound was so sweet it caused him to let out a soft whine into yours.
when he pulled away, he was in awe. you were sprawled beneath him and looking up at him like he hung the stars.
reese truly loved you.
“you’re so handsome,” he cooed with a dazed look on his face. you placed a hand on reese’s face as he looked down on you.
“not as handsome as you,” you replied. he rolled over onto his back before pulling you close to him in his small bed. he placed gentle kisses along your hair.
“do you wanna take home some of my clothes? like, shit that doesn’t fit me. or shit that does, whatever you want you can have,” he offered. you laughed into his chest as he absentmindedly drew shapes into your back.
“i’d like that,” you responded. he sighed contentedly.
“i can also send you home with hair gel.”
you pushed away from his chest and looked at him, thinking he was joking. but reese was entirely serious.
“i’m okay, thanks though,” you said with a breathy laugh. you placed a quick kiss to his lips before burying your face in his chest again. his heart beat steadily against you. the persistent rhythm almost lulled you to sleep.
reese’s words took you out of it, however.
“what’s wrong with my hair gel?” he asked, almost offended. you sighed into his chest.
“nothing. i just don’t need it, nor do i want it,” you answered.
“okay, but like we’re dudes. dudes share things like hair gel,” he explained. you rolled your eyes, and thankfully, he didn’t see.
“okay then. i’ll take home some hair gel,” you begrudgingly accepted. reese pulled you away from his chest and smiled at you.
“awesome. i’ll send you home with a bag full of things,” he said, excited to finally have someone else to share his boyish things with. usually, most of his stuff got handed down to malcolm or dewey.
he would much rather it go to you.
“i think i like you better as a boy. not that i didn’t like you before, this is just different,” reese admitted.
“it feels, i dunno,” he continued, deep in thought as he looked for the right word to say. “it feels right.”
“i like me better as a boy too,” you responded, the corners of your mouth turning upwards.
the rest of your time there was spent in reese’s arms, entirely relaxed, as you whispered to each other about what clothes you wanted to take home with you. reese also gave you advice on his experience with being a boy, such as how much cologne is too much.
of course, you rolled your eyes at his words and told him you wouldn’t have to worry about that because you knew how much was enough. he told you that you were lucky.
and he was right.
with a boyfriend as accepting and loving as reese, you definitely were lucky.
summary: you were forced into taking a cooking class at north high school. unfortunately for you, you quite possibly were the worst cook ever. however, your boyfriend was another story.
pairing: reese wilkerson x male!reader
wc: 1.3k
cw: none!
author's note: i must've died about a hundred times in dbd while writing this. the matches i'm getting are not kind. as always, enjoy!!
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you hated north high for making you attend a cooking class. you needed the credits, though, and it was the only class that had space available.
you weren’t the greatest cook, so you honestly could only benefit from the class. you didn’t want to be the only kid setting food on fire, however.
so, you turned to your boyfriend.
reese wilkerson was the complete opposite of you when it came to cooking. he excelled at it while you couldn’t even make microwave mac and cheese without it blowing up in your face.
his parents and siblings were gone for the day, leaving just you and him alone to your own devices in the kitchen.
“okay, we’re gonna start simple,” reese said, tying the apron behind his back. “i have the stuff for a pasta primavera, so we’ll make that.”
you scoffed.
“that doesn’t sound very simple,” you said while rolling your eyes. reese ignored your comments and handed you a kitchen knife.
“i need you to cut the vegetables. can you do that for me?” he teasingly asked. you sighed but took the knife anyway. when you started chopping, however, reese stopped you.
“what are you doing?”
“cutting vegetables?” you answered, raising your eyebrow at him. he shook his head at you.
“you’re doing it wrong,” he said, reaching to place his hand over yours. he guided your movements gently as he showed you the proper way to cut the vegetables.
“you need to move the knife like this. the way you were doing it earlier? all the vegetables would be uneven and they wouldn’t cook right,” he continued.
you watched as he focused on helping you, his tongue slightly sticking out of his mouth as he concentrated on cutting the vegetables perfectly. once he finished helping you slice a tomato, he removed his hand from yours.
“think you can cut the rest on your own?” he asked. you nodded. despite the warmth of his hand being absent from yours, you still felt your face heat up. he grinned largely at you.
“perfect! you keep doing that, i’m gonna cook the noodles,” he said, turning his back towards you as he started to get a pot ready for boiling.
you both operated in a comfortable silence. your chopping was not as neat as reese’s, but it was a lot better than when you started. you tried to mime the way his hand moved earlier. soon, you felt his lips against your cheek.
“you’re doing great,” he complimented. he took the tomatoes you had sliced and set them aside. you continued to cut at the rest of the vegetables reese had laid out for you, and he finished cooking the pasta.
he held a noodle up to your mouth, which you happily ate.
“see how it’s still slightly firm? that’s called al dente,” he explained. you nodded along. you didn’t really care what it was called, the noodle was great even with nothing on it.
reese truly had a gift.
“we’re gonna saute the vegetables now. you ready?” he asked, taking your hand to pull you towards the stove. he added in the oil while urging you to add in the bowl of vegetables you had cut.
and none were spilled. they all made it into the frying pan, something you never thought would be possible with your shit cooking luck.
reese stood behind you and again guided you by placing his hand over yours. he worked to saute the vegetables while using you as a vessel, and you watched on with joy as the vegetables weren’t going up in flames.
“reese!” you exclaimed. “i’m doing it!”
“you’re doing amazing,” he said. you could practically hear the smile in his voice. he slowly removed his hands from yours to let you finish the last minute or so by yourself. while you did so, reese put together a mixture of cheeses and peppers.
“i think they’re done, you can take them off now,” he said, eyeing your sauteed veggies. you giddily removed the pan from the stove.
“i’m gonna add this stuff, you stir it in,” he said, handing you a large spatula. you did as told, mixing in the mixture slowly. the pasta smelled delicious. you were so incredibly proud of yourself.
reese was proud too.
you both took a bite of the dish. reese let out a sigh of relief.
“this is so good. you did great,” he said, pointing his fork in your direction.
“are you kidding me?” you said between bites. “this is all you.”
“dude, you helped too. don’t downplay,” reese retorted.
you both were happily enjoying the pasta when reese’s family came back home.
“something smells delicious in here,” lois commented upon walking into the kitchen. she saw you both sitting at the kitchen table.
“there’s still some on the stove,” reese commented. he gestured between the two of you. “we made it together.”
“oh please, reese,” you responded, a blush appearing on your cheeks. “you did most of the work.”
reese shook his head.
“don’t listen to him, mom,” he said. lois couldn’t help but smile when watching you two “bicker” over something like this.
she found it quite endearing.
“i don’t care who cooked it,” she said, grabbing a plate for herself. “if it tastes as good as it smells, it’s gonna be wonderful.”
she scooped up a serving on the plate before handing it to dewey who had wandered in behind her. next was malcolm. reese’s brothers took their seats next to you before digging in.
“this is incredible,” malcolm mused. him and dewey were finished within seconds, hal and lois close behind. while they dined, reese nudged your knee with his under the table.
“seems like you’re a natural,” he winked subtly at you. “you’re gonna ace that class.”
speaking of the class, you walked into the school kitchen feeling more nervous than ever. your class was preparing some sort of skillet. you would be using almost everything reese taught you the night before.
your cooking partner had tasked you with cutting the vegetables, and you tried to mimic reese’s movements from earlier. your vegetables came out perfect—perfect for a high school cooking class at least.
you offered to saute the vegetables, leaving the rest of the skillet up to your partner. again, you copied reese’s movements and cooked the vegetables perfectly.
when your teacher walked around to taste everyone’s dishes, you swore you almost cried from how nervous you were. when she got to you and your partner’s station, she eyed you both.
“boys, i’m proud it’s not burnt,” she said, referring to last week’s incident. you anxiously bit your lip as she took a bite of the skillet.
“oh my gosh,” she said while chewing. “this is delicious. you guys really stepped up your game.”
you and your partner high fived each other with soft cheers. you should’ve been more proud of yourself because it was really you who did it.
but all you could think about was how excited you were to tell reese.
when the bell for lunch rang, you practically ran out of the class with your take home box of your skillet. reese was already sitting at your lunch table, unpacking the brown paper bag lois had packed him that morning.
“reese!” you called out to him. you placed your box in front of him. “eat this instead.”
“what is it?” he asked, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards.
“it’s a skillet. we made it in class,” you explained as you sat down next to him. you eagerly watched on as he took a bite out of the food.
“oh my god, this is amazing,” he hummed, cheeks filled with your skillet. “i told you. you’re a natural.”
“only thanks to you. i really got lucky,” you said, taking out your own lunch. within seconds, the food you made in class was gone.
“you gotta make more. that was excellent,” reese said, frowning at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he pulled out of his paper bag. you nudged him with your elbow.
“only if you’re there. i think you’re my lucky charm,” you admitted. “i thought of you the entire time i was making this.”
