King of the Moon

Surprise! || MW

Morrigan perked up and giggled like a school girl. “Yes, please! But, can you rub baby oil on those buns before you do it?” She couldn’t help to sigh dreamily at imagining Wyatt’s butt glistening with baby oil and jiggling just for her. It would be such a beautiful sight. With a soft huff, she frowned slightly. “Of course its not a hamburger. A hamburger does not embody the complete fascinating allure that your butt has. A hamburger does not make me sigh and dream of happy things while I compare it to the beauty of a rose or a new book.” Her cheeks were flushed, but she really didn’t care this time. “Aw, poor Sir Ramalot. All he wants is a hug and you just had to ruin his life long dream.” Morrigan giggled like a dork. Had it been any other person with her, she wouldn’t be going on and on, like this, about butts. “C’mon! I’ll do that kinky thing you’ve been wanting to do.” She wiggled her eyebrows and poked him again. When he said yes, Morrigan squealed and clapped his hands. “He said yes! Alright, flex, wolf boy!” Squeezing his bicep, she wondered if there was a way to die from getting too turned on because that’s how she was going to die. “Yes, so happy. Have I ever told you how much I love you and that I’m super happy. I’m probably too happy and going to die from too much endorphins.” Morrigan smiled and shrugged. “I could bounce on you if you want.”

“Owww!” She said cried dramatically as she rubbed her arm. Mastering the art of pouting and knowing the full effect on Wyatt. Any second now he was going start fussing over her. “You’re right. Dream Wyatt would have taken his shirt off and bend me over the counter. He wouldn’t have pinched me.” Hugging him back, she rested her head on his shoulder. She really liked the view from that angle. It was warmer and just plain nicer in that angle. “Of course green. What other color would be suitable for my very own bookstore.” Morrigan smiled wider as she called the bookstore hers. “Can I help? I like painting… or at least I like the concept of it.” Furrowing her brow, she pretended to not know what he was talking about. “Uh… what thing? The dirty thing or the thing where I make Caine cry?” Her forehead wrinkled more as she raised her eyebrow. She knew he didn’t make that much and all of his hard earnings either went to his saving deposit or fixing their house. Morrigan had been wanting to offering to help with cost, but she didn’t want him to get mad at her. “Gosh and here I thought everyone still used pigs for currency. Seriously though, where did you get the money.” Suddenly a horrible thought set in. “Oh no. You didn’t.”

“I can’t help it. I’m a demon with self-esteem issues. I know Logan probably gave you a hard a hard time about me. Even if I kinda won him over a bit. At least he doesn’t want to kill me as much as he used to. Did I tell you he sat in my apartment and ate cookies with me?” Hearing his comforting words, she felt herself relax a bit. Morrigan knew she was being silly and dramatic, but she didn’t care. Wyatt was a good man and not everyone saw the world like he did. How she wished she could just forget about the rest of the world and just focus on him and their future. She was getting better though. “Of course I want to!” She exclaimed. “I’ve been wanting to for some time. I just didn’t know how to ask you to, uh, to um- well, to impregnate me. You couldn’t expect me to say, “Hey, Wyatt, I want you to knock me up.” Is it necessary to add the please? It does sound better if you add the please. Less pushy.” Knowing she sound incredibly ridiculous right, she clamped her mouth shut before she started talking about the other forms of asking someone to mate with you. “We don’t know if that’s true, but I’ll try. Finny still likes me so maybe there’s still hope for me. And if I screw up, you can always take over and I’ll visit on the holidays. Also, tomato and rice soup is gross, babe. Why do you want to gross out our kids like that?”

"I really don't know what it is with you and my butt. Like sometimes I wonder if you're dating me or it. Like seriously, it's just a butt. Sure I think it's nice but, "Wyatt shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "Ah I don't know. Maybe it's like me and your boobs. Although I'm still not as obsessed about those as you are about my butt. Wyatt was too caught up in listening to momo going on about his ass like it was some idol to be worshipped that he didn't notice her continuing on about Sir Ramalot. He frowned at her a little, not really sure what she meant."I didn't do anything him to him or his dreams. He gets to live his dream every day, traveling to your pleasure cave to... Fight dragons." Wyatt pursed his lips, trying to hide the little smile that wanted to break out on his lips. He chuckled softly as she squeezed his arm, it even prompted a little more flexing. "Man you really know how to make a guy feel good about himself. I'd almost suggest you do it professionally, but I don't want you going around and telling other men how good they look. Or women for that matter, unless we can all have some fun." He honestly didn't mind sharing Momo, even with other guys if he were completely honest with himself. He wouldn't even mind being involved with the sharing, but it was really his wolf that have a very loud, and annoying, negative opinion on it. His mate, so no one else could play. but Wyatt managed to shut him up most of the time at least. "I don't think its possible to die that way, at least for a demon. So, don't worry about it. And stop talking about dying."

"Oh babe, I didn't pinch that hard did I? I didn't mean to. Here let me s-"Wyatt was reaching for her arm when he realized what she was doing and narrowed his eyes.'Hey now. No! That's not going to work on me. Put your pout away. But real Wyatt might still do that. I just wanted you to see your surprise first, love." he pressed a kiss to her hair, just enjoying this little moment of holding her. " I was just making sure. We'd paint it hot pink if that's what you wanted. I think green will look very nice." He tilted his head at her, a small smirk tugging at his lips."Have you ever painted? But of course you can help. THis is your store, you've gotta help out too." He rolled his eyes at her, knowing tat she knew exactly what he mean.t and that she was just messing with him. "The dirty thing, bacon bits. I actually don't like it when you make Caine cry, it's awkward. " Wyatt moved away a little and looked around the shop, hoping Morrigan would stop giving him that suspicious look. he really didn't want to tell her where he got the money. She wouldn't like it. "I um.. Sucked a lot of cocks, babe. Yap, that's what I did. I didn't want to tell you, but now you know."

"Eh, he actually hasn't said much about it. I'm not sure if it's because I'm stubborn of because he understands the mate thing. I'm just glad he's not bitching at me about you. Wait, you did what? When was this? Obviously, you didn't tell me. That's good though, he likes cookies. especially homemade chocolate chip." Wyatt knew Morrigan had a hard time ignoring all those things that really didn't matter and most of the time he felt bad for pointing it out. She was doing better and it was getting to the point where he felt like maybe he needed to push her a little more if she was going to stop giving a damn about options that didn't matter. "You could have just said that, babe. I'm surprised you haven't come to me while you were drunk and demand I put a baby in you, I could have seen that. Would have been funny. But it's settled then. I'm gonna knock you up. You're gonna get so huge. It'll be awesome." He chuckled, but it quickly fell to a frown when she dissed his favorite sickness remedy. "It's what my mother made me."

#para #morrigan10

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Fall...

I can get someone to do for me so I don’t get hurt. How about Chastity? She needs a makeover. Oh… you remember making Thanksgiving dinner? *smiles sadly* I bet she was pretty and soft. *frowns* I would punch you in the dick, but I like it bruised for my own selfish personal reasons. *smiles and hugs him* If you kiss me, I’ll consider forgiving you. Also, you have to never, ever make me eat eggs with tomatoes. Oh and you have to talk to me in a British accent when you want sex and grow a mustache so you can twirl it while you talk. These are my conditions and I am open to negotiating.

No, thanksgiving is a family only affair. I guess I could do it. If I get blown up I'll heal. So I guess it's not too big a deal. Still would hurt though. *nods* Yeah, I go. Mama was a good a cook. I remember that. *beams at her* Oh I can do that. And... Why would you eat eggs with tomatoes? Um..*frowns a little* I can do everything but the British accent. Take that out and you got a deal. But it'll take a while for my stash to grow. Just saying. Unless there's such a thing as a mustache potion.

#g;morrigan

Fall...

;I think we fit, trust me. Cole is—-Cole’s the one. He’s definitely the one. -she blushes slightly at that statement- I’m sure she did hate it. It’s not really her thing, slowness and all. She loves sex and loves talking about sex, so.

It's a really incredible feeling, isn't it? I mean at first with Momo, I wished she wasn't because I know how much issue it's going to cause with the pack. Pops doesn't like it for sure. But I can't help it. Would you want anyone other than Cole? *nods* Indeed she does. But I managed to keep her out of my pants. Which I never imagined myself wanting to do that.

logan--moore-deactivated2014121

"If it’s not about your car or motorcycle, I don’t have time for you."

Wow. Rude. What's got your fur in a knot, pops?

#G;logan

Fall...

Good lord, you and everyone else literally think that we’re going to bang any moment we’re alone. Which we have been alone plenty of times. I think… we might be actually taking a little slow.

Hey, sex if important. Like seriously. It's a major aspect of a healthy relationship.mwhat if you two don't fit? Not saying y'all should rush. I was just reminding you to be safe. Brotherly duties remember? *rolls his eyes* I did the slow thing with Momo. Pretty sure she hated it.

#G;helen

Fall...

No. I want fried turkey and you won’t stop me from having fried turkey. *clenches teeth and grimaces* I’m sorry. I could have sworn you said I should help make Thanksgiving dinner, but I didn’t hear what you said since I suddenly was overcome with pain. Weird, huh? Like why would I get like that? *nauseous, slides the plate away from her* Have your stupid pie.

#Idk #just wolfing it up #open yo #thrstarter

Frying turkeys is dangerous. They like explode on people. Or maybe it's just dumb people. I don't know. My mama always made it in the oven. And it was always delicious. *blinks* Oh shit. Babe. No. I'm sorry. Shit. It just.. Oh fuck. Hit me. Come on, punch me... In the dick, yeah. *squeezes his eyes closed and braces himself*

#G;morrigan

Aaawwoooo!

Wyatt sat in the alley way by his apartment building, looking up at the moon. It seemed so bright and big tonight. Maybe it was because tonight would also brig a blood mood. Either way it made his whole body buzz. He was fairly relaxed. The change didn't really seem to hurt anymore, after almost 39 years the anticipation made it nearly voluntary. Pain free. The large wolf stood and stretched out, ruffling his fur. He wanted to run. He should have gotten further out of the city before the moon came up, but he'd gotten distracted. Oh, Momo. Slowly stepping out toward the street, Wyatt poke his head out to see of the coast was clear. The residents here were mostly wolves but still, he didn't wanna run into anyone if he didn't have too. With the coast clear, so he though, he took off like lightning but no sooner than he left the ally did he run into someone, something? He stumbles and shook his head, recovering from the impact.

Will You Go Out With Me? No Homo.

nathan--hall

They are beautiful. Certainly not babies with love arrows. That’s not how it works. Nate typed out in reply. He stared at his phone as the next text rolled in, but he didn’t reply, unsure what to say. Learning experience or not, he just couldn’t see it going well. No one needed to get stuck with him on this holiday of love. It’d go down in that person’s life as the worst date ever.

He shook his head and began to reply when he got Wyatt’s other message. Caught totally off guard, he read it twice before he was sure he wasn’t imagining things. Surely that wasn’t normal. His hands were a little shaky though he couldn’t put his finger on the reason why, and it made replying all the more difficult. With a final glower at his flip phone, he snapped it shut and fluttered his wings. With a brief sound of flapping wings, he found himself in Wyatt’s house a few seconds later. “Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” He said by way of greeting, a look of concern coloring his face. “Because I think you should go on that date and not waste the day on me.” He frowned. Despite his words, somewhere deep down he hoped that Wyatt would do as he said. It wasn’t something he could explain let alone find the words to say it aloud though.

#para #nathan4 #flashback

Really? Well the baby thing is real popular. Maybe it's gotta do with like... All the sex and that makes babies. I dunno. How does it work anyway? Wyatt and Nate didn't talk a whole lot about angels, oddly enough. And this was reminding him just how curious he was on the whole subject. Maybe tonight he could learn a little more.

Wyatt stared at his phone, waiting for a reply. When one didn't come in Nate's usually response time he started to worry. Did he weird the angel out with his suggestion. He was about to send another message, just to make sure Nate had gotten the last few when suddenly the angel himself was saying in front of Wyatt."Fucking Christ!" He frowned at his friend.'We talked about this, feathers." He sighed and tucked his phone away." Yeah I've sure. I didn't really like the girl anyway, just wanted to bone her. Probably a bad idea to take her out for Valentine's anyway. I'd rather go out with a friend."

Fall...

And fried turkey. Sweet potato casserole. Mash potatoes. Alright, I’m hungry. *takes his pie and kisses his cheek* Thanks, babe.

This is some good pie.

Fried turkey? Nah, cook that shit in the oven babe. Oh my god. You and Cici should get together and make Thanksgiving dinner this year. Oh lord. That would be so tasty. *pouts but lets her take the pie* Yeah, welcome.

#g;morrigan

Fall...

He knows there’s a pack, just not of who is in it. But, I’m sure you acting on brotherly duties will inform of one other member.

Not necessarily. For all he knows I could be a clueless human just like he was. Although I don't really care about coming out. I trust the guy. You just be careful, okay? Use condoms and all that jazz.

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“I don’t know.” She shrugged, as she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand. “I guess its easier to get people to fear me than like me. Besides, its more fun to scare people.” Giggling at memory of one of her recent terrorizing of innocent bystanders, she snorted and waved her hands. “Judas, did I tell you that I convinced that new bodyguard at Sin to let me walk on him before entering the cab?” She sighs. “That was fun.”

She trailed her hands down his body down to his luscious butt and squeezed it. “Its cause you got a squishy butt and I love it.” Trying to not laugh at his pet name for his penis, she bit her lower lip as the corners of her mouth went up. He was so cute when he got embarrassed by her teasing. That was the only reason she even liked teasing him. Standing up to her tiptoes, she whispered into his ear seductively. “Sir Ramalot doesn’t mind me being squishy.” Then with a soft smile, she whispered again. “He’s not going to like it if he I don’t take care of him when he’s not squishy, so shush.” Kissing his cheek, she gave another smack on his butt. “I’m just teasing you, babe. You’re not squishy. Like fuck. You are pure muscle. Look at these guns.” She petted his biceps, knowing how much he loved it when she fangirl all over him. “Flex them for me.” Giving him puppy eyes, she smiled sweetly up at him. “Please?” Her puzzled frown turned into a wide smile of pure joy. This was so much better than any pair of shoes or jewels that she had ever received. He had done it because he loved her and wanted her to be happy. It was so selfless. “I cannot fucking believe this.”

Morrigan trying her best to not become an emotional wreck at knowing that he could feel how she felt. It was just out of habit to hide how she felt and plus, who liked a sniffling cry baby? “I know…” She said simply and gave a small smile. “No! I love it so much! I just can’t believe that this is real. Pinch me.” She said as she held her arm to him. “Maybe I’m dreaming. Wait, if I’m dreaming than this will turn into a sex dream. Nevermind.” Was this really happening? She had always thought about leaving Sin and doing something on her own, but it had terrified her to even think about quit Sin. At least at Sin, she knew her place and what was expected of her. “Green. I think green would look nice. With the mahogany floors.” Morrigan almost felt normal as she talked about paint color with Wyatt. That’s what normal couples do… right? At hearing what he had done to get her shop ready, she cupped his cheek and smiled. “You are going to get lucky tonight, buddy.” It must have taken him some time to get the shop ready and to even find one. Suddenly, it hit her. “Wait a minute… how did you pay for this?”

“I love you, Toto.” She sighed, resting her head on his chest. Enjoying his loving touch, she hugged him tighter. At his suggestion, she looked up at him. She could tell he was being serious. Morrigan still wasn’t sure how his pack would react if their future alpha mated with a demon. It had taken a lot to convince Logan to not be wholly against it and even then Morrigan could tell that he wished she would just go away. But she really wanted to say yes to a life with Wyatt. “I would get squisher if I got pregnant and probably really hormonal.” She cleared her throat as she fiddled with a button on his shirt. “We could try… I mean if you want. We don’t have to. I don’t even know why I brought it up. Well, you brought it up. But a little Wyatt would be so adorable, but I don’t even know how to make chicken soup. And Judas, Caine would be such a bad influence on our kids. Logan would show them not to have fun while he glares at me. At least, they’ll have a cool aunt and uncle.” Morrigan, still fiddling with his button, peeked up at him. “And they’ll have an amazing dad.”

"My butt is freakin' muscle, do I need to do that thunder clap to remind you?" Wyatt asked, waggling his eyes brows suggestively. "But I know you love it. At least I think. Sometimes I wonder if you think it's food since you keep trying to bite it. It's not a hamburger, babe." He tilted his head down a bit, meeting Momo half way for her to whisper her little message. "He loves your squishiness.. he gasped at her, mocking an incredulous look."Don't even joke about that. He'll start crying." But he just smiled and rolled his eyes at her. She was a dork, but he loved it. He was a dork too, so not like he could really judge."Momo, come on. Stop. I don't wanna." Wyatt wormed away from her but sighed when she gave him that look. She was getting too good at that look and it would be the death of him."Okay, okay. Fine."He sighed, flexing his arms for her. "There are you happy?" He asked, relaxing his arms and stealing a kiss.'You are something else. Bouncing all over the place." How she could go from topic to topic like she did Wyatt wasn't sure.

He looked at her for a moment, wondering if he should do like she asked for not. Well she did ask, so she really couldn't get mad at him, right? And if he did it softly it shouldn't hurt her that much. he reached over, gently pinching her arm then tilted his head."I don't think you're dreaming, babe." he laughed at her softly, thinking there was still the possibility of some sexy times later, at least he hoped so. They could even do it here. On the check out counter. "Green? I should have known. Your favorite color. But that sounds good. We can go to the store and pick out a color. I'll paint on my next day off if that's okay with you?" He asked, slipping his arm around her waist. he looked at her, wondering what was going on in that head of hers. Good thoughts he hoped. "Oooh, I am? I can't wait. Can we do that thing? You know the one." His mind was reeling with ideas of what they could do then screeched to a halt when she spoke again."Um... With money."

"I love you too, Momo." He hugged her to his chest, stroking her hair. He felt her shift in his arms and he looked down to meet her gaze."Don't worry about what everyone else thinks of us being together, Momo. You're my mate and that's all that matters. Nothings going to keep me from wanting to be with you or wanting you to be the mother of my children." He rolled his eyes at her again and kissed her forehead.:No offense babe, but that's kind of stupid. If I want to? It's your body babe, you get all the say. I want you to want it too. Which I'm pretty sure you do." Wyatt chuckled and shook his head as she rambled on. "Chicken soup is for losers. Tomato and rice soup is where it's at for sick kiddos. And that's stuff you learn, babe. And they'd have a really kick ass mama too. Don't forget that."

#morrigan10

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Fall...

Well, don’t worry about that, old father of mine got the fear in him. Including since we decided to tell him… It’s Cole.

Oh shit. Really? Aw man, I bet Pops made him shit himself. Shame I missed that show. So.. He knows.. just about you and Pops like... Who does he know about? And I still should punch him, brotherly duties and all.

Fall...

What else am I suppose to hit? A tree? That gives me no response. Besides, on a scale from 1-10, I don’t care if I’m part of their spank bank or whatever. Just so they never try to act on it, my boyfriend might not like that.

Wait boyfriend? I haven't approved any boyfriends? What's his name? I'm gonna go punch I'm in the face right now. Give him a taste of what's to come if he hurts you.

Fall...

Don’t make me hit you. I’ve had a good week and I really don’t want to be lectured by my dad over not hitting and injuring those in the pack… again.

Oh come on, Hel. Y'know I'm just teasing you. We both know you're far from needing to work out. So no need to hit me. But speaking of those, pop's right. You really should not hit those dorks so much. It's probably some weird fetish for them by now.