#go and sit down mr wolf

[kabr0ztrousers]

Your werewolf hubby's knot won't seem to go down no matter what you do, so now it's up to the monster doctor to walk you through different ideas in his office... Perhaps he breaks a few rules and joins in halfway through. Don't worry, he's a doctor and he knows what's best. ;)

Kabr0z Writes Episode 48: Medical Attention

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I also decided to revisit Professor Blaidd from the Debt trilogy

CWs: Medical malpractice (kinda); double penetration; knotting; creampie; dubcon, but not from the person you're expecting;

A/N: This one may wind up more comedy than pornography... We'll see how it shakes out, I guess!

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Try it, they said. You'll have fun, they said. Well, you tried it, and you just wished when you bought that packet of little blue pills you'd read the label more carefully. Maybe then you'd have spotted where it said "not intended for lupines" before getting your brains fucked out and winding up tied together.

You don't mind it, per se, but you're naked, leaking, and have been stuck holding onto the front of your lover for the last hour. Every time you move he whimpers as you push his sensitive cock around in you, god knows what'll happen if you sneeze.

A knock at the door. Owain's here. He was the best man at your wedding, the devious arsehole who ensured your husband spent the subsequent morning taped to a streetlamp, and by remarkable good fortune happened to be a licensed physician specialising in lupine care.

"Well, Mr. Blaidd" you gestured to the door "Company's here"

Your lover smiled, "I suppose, Mrs. Blaidd, we'd better answer the door." He stood up, wincing as your weight pushed his knot another inch into you "Normally I'd be masked in this situation" he muttered under his breath. You stifled a laugh, but your belly still shook a little, making him grab the wall and growl.

He backed up to the closed door and you turned the handle with an outstretched foot so if it wasn't your friend, all they'd see is your husband's back rather than a full show of his cock lodged in you. Thankfully, it was Owain there, the wiry grey wolfman laughing at your predicament

"Rhys you old dog, got a predicament have we?"

He slapped your husband on the back, jostling you both. You gasped a little as the cock buried in you twitched again and a little fluid leaked out of you.

"Yes, you bastard, we've been stuck like this for an hour" Blaidd growled softly as he shook his friend's hand before leading him in to the sitting room, still disturbed from your earlier lovemaking.

"So, how long have you been..." Owain mimed an erect penis

"About two hours?"

You laughed "About one and a half"

"Ok, so the danger zone for a lupine starts around six, so as long as he's out and deflated by then, you're golden"

You looked at your husband. He looked at you. You both looked at Owain.

"We'd like a little sooner?"

Owain laughed, visibly searching his memory "Easiest way would be to make a little cut and... Drain the organ"

Blaidd went pale

"But that's a last-resort. We could always try... Hmm. Worth a shot" Owain got up and left the room, returning a moment later holding one hand in another before holding it to Blaidd's muzzle.

Blaidd sniffed, then gasped, then sneezed hard. The cock stuck in you was forced upwards, you gasped as a little more fluid leaked from it, joining the half-gallon it felt like you were carrying already.

Owain looked at you both, stroking his chin "You know, normally I'm treating the opposite problem... I bet I know what would work, but it's not altogether... Ethical..?"

You looked at each other again, then back at the other wolf in the room

"You want to fuck me up the ass?"

The two wolves stared at you. Then at each other. "He's been eyeing me since he walked in, have you not noticed?"

Blaidd coughed, reaching behind his head in the way he does when he's not willing to admit something. Owain was desperately trying to avoid eye contact, but the growing bulge in his pants told you everything you needed to know

You sighed at your husband "It's not the first time we've shared, is it?" Then, to Owain "There's lube under your seat"

The doctor didn't need telling twice. Stripping his lower half and grabbing the bottle from under the armchair he was on. He's already hard, slathering the cool lube on his cock and your hole only made him more excited. Already panting into your ear, he lined himself up, precum bubbling onto your ass.

He pushed in, your tight hole stretching for him. It didn't hurt, you're well prepared and slick, but the sensation of two cocks in you at once made you gasp.

He isn't shy any more. Thrusting and grasping at your hips. You can feel his cock rubbing against the thick knot already in you, making Blaidd gasp and groan as the sensitive organ is frotted against.

You moan and your cunt clenches, the two thick cocks driving into you bringing you off. Your fingers brush your clit, hurling you over the edge as your heart races. Blaidd groans as your cunt milks him to another aching orgasm inside you, right as Owain knots your asshole.

You're locked in. Your husband on one side, his best friend on the other, and both of them sealed into your holes, emptying their balls into you.

You're no less stuck than you were before, but the two big wolves are so furry, so soft, you reckon it's probably fine.

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Yeah, this was more farcical than titillating, but hey, overstimming your werewolf husband while his performance-enhanced knot is stuck in you by getting anal from his best friend is one hell of a plot.

Either way, tomorrow's episode is another TF extravaganza, with even more questionable medical ethics

[crazyk-imagine]

Outbursts and Understanding Each Other

Pairing: Jacob Black x Uley!reader

Characters: Jacob Black, Uley!reader, Paul Lahote, Jared Cameron, Embry Call, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Quil Ateara V, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Paul being an idiot again, it got cuter, Jake had a brain, Emily is an angel, Sam and Emily are my fav, Embry just wants his imprint, Paul is such a big brother here, love writing for the wolfpack, reader knows about imprint history, reader worries about Jake not having feelings for her, Jared is an idiot, Emily is that mom

Word Count: 2,431

A/N: Okay my fellow readers, I did it. I finally sat down and did part two

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It was a hard few days after, well, learning that you were forever bonded to him.

You didn’t quite know what the right move was or if you should consider dating Jacob, even though he had clearly been in love with the whitest girl in Forks.

You gulp as you take a step back. “Could you,” you sigh, not wanting to lose it on the guy when he’s been nothing but nice to you since this whole thing happened. “Jake.”

He wasn’t paying attention and stepped closer to you again, wanting to get more bacon on his plate.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Jake! Would you please get out of my way before I declaw your paws!”

Jared glances back at the two of you, with a piece of toast hanging out of his mouth.

Paul doesn’t do anything to hide his amusement, much to Jacob’s chagrin. “Looks like the princess finally showed off her claws.”

He pats his pack mate’s shoulder, “glad it wasn’t your face that took the brunt of it.” Paul steps away, grabbing the muffin off your plate as he goes to sit down.

You shake your head; definitely not your finest moment. You don’t want to look at him because you don’t want to see his disappointment.

Jacob clears his throat, “we’re going to go outside.”

You open your mouth to argue as a piece of toast is shoved into your mouth.

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“I bet that’s not what she imagined getting-” Paul doesn’t need to turn around to know his alpha is staring at him. He bolts out of the chair before anyone can take a breath.

“Paul, get back here.”

The hot head shakes his head as he shifts mid air, running into the woods.

Emily shakes her head sighing.

Jared nods, “I know. I don’t know why Paul thinks he won’t be reprimanded for saying things like that. I mean clearly, she’s going to be the dom over Jake, not the-”

He sheepishly smiles at the angry face his luna is making. “I didn’t mean it,” he sprints out the door. He looks over his shoulder and calls out the her, whining, “don’t call my mom.”

She smiles, picking up her landline, punching in the numbers. “Hi Mrs. Cameron, it’s Emily.”

A sad wolf howl can be heard from the side of the house.

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You let him drag you out, unsure of what else to do as you feel down about how you behaved a few minutes ago. You pull the piece of toast out from your mouth. “If you’ve brought me here to kill me, just do it already.”

He scoffs, “I’m not a leech.”

“Oh, he has a heart, how wonderful.”

He rolls his eyes, “would it kill you to act normal?”

You immediately nod, “yes it would and how am I supposed to act normal when none of this is normal.”

He opens his mouth to say something when he realizes you’re right. “Okay fine, maybe none of this is normal but that doesn’t mean you need to act like it’s the end of the world.”

You scoff, “I’m not.”

“Really? I find that hard to believe,” he crosses his arms.

You can’t hold this in anymore.

“You know what, Jake. I’m tired. I’m so sick and tired of this- everything is so crazy and wrong and I,” you close your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry.

You lower your head, holding your breath, trying to keep yourself together.

He can sense your sadness and reaches for you, placing his hand on your arm.

You hiccup, taking a deep breath.

His eyes widen as he pulls you closer; his body heat warming you in a second.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, to calm yourself enough so you could talk to him without losing control of your emotions.

You can admit sometimes it does help to have a good crying session, but not when you need to talk.

He can tell with how slower your back is moving under his hand that you've managed to calm yourself down. He doesn't say anything to not startle you or break your concentration. He won't do that to you.

“I'm scared,” you mumble.

“Scared of what?”

You want to pull back so you can look into his eyes but you're afraid he won't understand and squeeze him tighter. “This isn't real.”

He opens his mouth to respond and stops, letting your words sink in. He can understand where you're coming from with him being in love with Bella for more than half of his young life but he also knows that this is real. Yes-

He sighs, lowering his chin to rest it on top of your head. “I know this doesn't seem real but it is. My love for Bella has nothing compared to what I feel for you.”

He squeezes you in a tight hug and pulls back. “I know things are all happening fast but I want us to work. You know, I- I can be whatever you want me to be. I can be a- a friend or a brother or more. I don't care as long as I can be in your life. We haven’t known each other long but I do know that I care for you more than I've ever cared for anyone that wasn't my family or, now the pack.”

He sucks in a nervous breath, showing off his pearly whites with his commonly new nervous grin. “I hope I didn't make things weird with that whole um-”

“Speech?” You interrupt.

He nods, “yeah that.”

You purse your lips to hide your amusement. “I,” you sigh. “I have more feelings for you than I thought I would, I'm not entirely sure what they are exactly. I know the bond isn't the whole reason why I feel the way I do but- I- if we're going to start, whatever this is going to be, this needs to start off slow. I don't just jump into things especially when it comes to starting a new relationship with someone.”

“So we're starting a new relationship?” He smirks.

You roll your eyes and smack him with your piece of toast. “God, you're just like a guy.”

“I am a guy.”

“Not right now you are. You're mister professing his love,” you joke.

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, make fun of me.” He sits down on a rock nearby, patting the open spot beside you. “I don't want to rush into anything either and I don't want to mess this up... more than I already have-”

You stand in front of him, shaking your head. “You haven't messed anything up.”

“I did. If I didn't you wouldn't have screamed at me-”

“I didn't scream.”

He owlishly blinks. “My ears were close to bleeding.”

Your jaw drops and you smack his arm. “You're so dramatic.”

“Not always.”

You roll your eyes, “sometimes you are.”

He nods, “yeah, I’ll admit that sometimes I am.”

You take a bite of your toast.

“I don’t know how that thing has lasted this entire time.”

You shrug, “I don’t either but here we are.” You slowly lean against him, resting your head on his warm shoulder. “You’re so warm.”

“I bet he could think of another way to warm you up.”

You roll your eyes at Paul’s comment. “Go suck Jared’s-”

Your uncle, still in his wolf form, growls at the two of you.

You take another bite of your toast and look away. “He started it,” you mumble while chewing.

“Let it go,” Jacob advises. “Or else he’ll make you do things you don’t want to do.”

You shake your head, enjoying the scene of Paul trying to run away from his alpha as Jared is on the floor cackling with Embry and Quil joining after the man falls face first into the dirt.

Brady and Collin trail behind the two boys, confused at the sight before them.

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“I can’t believe I’m stuck here.” You sigh, throwing your head back against the couch.

“It’s not that bad.”

Your snaps towards Jacob, glaring at him. “I am sicker than- well you know.”

He stares at you with a deadpan expression. “You’re not funny.”

“You’re right, I’m not.”

He nods, happy to see you finally agreeing with him.

“I’m a comedian.” You smile at him before coughing more, your sides start hurting more.

He carefully sits down beside you and hands you your cup of tea.

You breathe in the hot steam for a few minutes before taking a careful sip of the hot beverage.

He doesn’t stare at you (like you’d caught him doing a couple days ago, he doesn’t want you yelling at him again) and waits for you to ask him to set the mug on the table beside him.

He turns at the weight of your head resting against his shoulder and smiles softly at you as you close your eyes and breath in the steam.

His ears pick up on your slow breathing and he grabs the mug from you before you can drop it in your lap. He adjusts himself so you can lay on him, letting you use him as your “personal heater” as you said earlier.

He knew he shouldn’t have taken you out of the house and to the cliffs without a jacket the other day but he can’t deny, he likes you relying on him to take care of you.

He brushes away the few strands of fallen hair out of your face, studying your sleepy expression.

He thanks all the stars that aligned to make you his imprint, you are more than he could have ever wanted in a person. He knows now, as he listens to your breathing, his feelings for Bella are nothing compared to what he feels for you and will continue to feel for you.

He realizes he lied, he can’t be the kind of guy who’s like a brother or a friend to you.

He wants more; the wolf inside him needs more.

He would walk hundreds if not thousands of miles to be the only one to have a romantic relationship with you. He will wait as long as it takes until you feel ready to give your heart to him and chase off anyone he needs to.

He’s yours as you will (hopefully, fingers crossed) be his.

He can’t help himself as he leans forward and pecks your forehead, silently promising to spend his forever with you. 

Extra

Jared walks into your room, searching for Jacob. He needs help with his bike, hell if he knew how to describe what was happening to it.

His jaw drops, surprised to see you bundled in Jacob’s hold. He creeps into the room, practically tip-toeing to the person he needs to talk to.

He bends down and pokes Jacob’s shoulder.

The shifter barely opens his eyes as he lifts his arm to smack Jared in the back of the head, who opens his mouth to whine but is stopped by his friend covering his mouth.

“Make a sound and you’re dead.”

Jared nods, thankful for his shifter healing abilities; if he didn’t have them, he’d have a headache by now. “I need a favor.”

“You need a lot of things.”

Jared rolls his eyes, “okay, that’s fair but I need you to look at my bike.”

“Why?”

“It’s making that weird noise again.”

"Describe it to me."

“No. You made fun of me last time.”

“Fine, if I promise to not make fun of you, will you help describe it so I can figure out your issue.”

“I,” he sighs. “Roo- reer- r-” He stops when Jacob snickers. “You told me you-”

Jared falls on his back and struggles to understand what happened.

The door slams shut up the two boys.

“I told you not to go in there,” says Emily.

“You told me not to wake her,” Jared corrects her.

“And how did that work for you?”

The shifter stomps his feet as he walks down the stairs.

Jacob cackles at his friend's behavior.

“And look what the cat dragged in,” she teases him.

“Hardy-har.”

“I told him not to go in, I knew she’d kick you two out.”

He shrugs, “I know, I mean it was kind of my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have messed with Jarhead.”

“Is that princess’ new nickname?”

“Paul, shut up with that stupid nickname,” you shout from inside your room.

“Hey your voice is coming back,” the hothead comments.

You roll your eyes and open your door, glaring at one of your best friends. “Paul Isabel Lahote-”

“My middle name isn’t-”

“I know your middle name isn’t a girl's name,” you huff. “But your dumbass won’t shut up about this and I can’t take it anymore. You need to shut up so I can feel better.”

“Screaming like that won’t help you.”

You take a step forward and he takes off.

Emily shakes her head, “you’re just like your uncle.”

“Runs in the family, Em.”

Jacob steps forward and blocks your path from Paul. “You’re going back to bed.”

“But-”

He shakes his head, “bed.”

You sigh, “fine.” You sadly walk back into your room.

“Jake, tell me what you did. I can barely get her to help me be my wingman,” Embry whines.

“No one can help that.”

“You all are so rude.”

“We never claimed to be nice,” you say, voice muffled because of the door.

“I’m getting that now. I don’t even know why I shifted now.”

“You had no choice.”

“Shut up.”

Emily shakes her head at the sight of her kids (yes, she’s officially claimed you all) messing around with one another. 

Previously: Part I

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[wonderjanga]

Billy and Freddy along with Mary watches gacha reaction videos (if you don't know what that is your missing out). But they can only do it in the watch tower and stuff due to the lack of technology in Fawcett. This ideas been going around in my head for a while and I KNOW Freddy would love it.

Hal was having a normal day. The sun was shining, the Earth looked beautiful from the Watchtower. He wanted to go watch the game on one of the Watchtower’s gigantic and beautiful TVs.

GL: *on his merry way to one of the rec rooms, whistling a little tune*

Marvel and Junior: *occasional gasps*

GL: *thinking they’re watching a horror movie and decides he’ll just watch it with them until it’s over* “Hey guys-”

Marvel and Junior: *sitting right in front of the screen, staring like iPad babies and watching a Rivals react to Ayano Aishi vid*

GL: *stares for like a solid second* “What- What the fuck are y’all doing?”

Marvel: *pauses it* “Huh?” *looks back to Hal*

GL: “Why are you guys watching this baby content?”

Junior: *sounds offended* “It’s not baby stuff.”

GL: “Uh yeah. It is.”

Marvel: “No, it isn’t. Stop being a hater.”

GL: “Marvel, you’re a grown ass man. And Junior? You’re at least 14. Why are you watching this??”

Junior: “It’s entertaining.”

GL: “Entertaining. Really?”

Marvel: “Yeah! Come on.” *pats a spot next to him* “Watch it with us.”

GL: “Dude, no.”

Marvel and Junior: *share a look* “Watch it. Watch it. Watch it.” *chanting*

Hal eventually caved.

That’s how he found himself sitting on the floor with them, and watching a surprisingly entertaining “mha reacts to deku as kokichi video”. A couple minutes later, Mary came by with snacks and joined them.

Mary: “I brought some Cheetos and popcorn- wha? You guys started without me?!”

Marvel and Junior: “Sorry, Mary.” *in unison and in shame*

Mary: *sighs and just sits down with them* “Why’s Green Lantern here??

GL: “I just found the fact that a grown man finds this entertaining very interesting.” (He’s actually completely enthralled in these but he’s too embarrassed to admit it)

Mary: “Uh huh… sure.”

Hal’s a little ashamed to admit that they spent like two hours straight doing this until they transitioned into the GLMMs.

GL: “Wait, I don’t get it. Why does the Mom just not love her child?”

Marvel: *shrugs* “Cause she’s mean.”

A couple minutes later…

GL: “Wait, why did the dad die?!”

Mary: “For story progression!”

Like ten minutes later…

GL: “She’s a wolf-cat-angel-demon-unicorn hybrid…?”

Junior: “Yep, she’s special!”

GL: “HAH! Her bitch of a sister’s just a cat!”

Marvel, Mary, and Junior: *all just happy Hal’s invested*

After a couple GLMMs such as Bad Girls vs Gangsters, Emotionless Girl, and The CEO is my Boss, (shout out to everyone who watched these) they moved on to even more kiddy content. Such as Fnaf videos, but not just any… no no no, these ones

After the Fnaf thingy…

GL: “Damn.” *stands up* “My ass hurts from sitting on the ground for so long.”

Marvel: “Dang…” *pauses their next gacha vid* “So you’re out?”

GL: “Yup.” *stretches*

Mary: “It was nice having you Mr. Green Lantern Sir.”

Junior: “Yeah, thanks for letting us put you on.”

Marvel, Mary, and Junior: *same blinding smile*

Also, by the way, they were definitely watching GLMVs and singing along to “I’m a bad girlfriend” and “She’s crazy but she’s mine” and “Copycat” and “Queen.” All of which were and still are peak and I stand by that till this day.

[restlesscrybaby]

I think this is overdue from me...

!! MR. RING-A-DING / LUX IMPERATOR HEADCANONS. !!

-- SMUT EDITION!

⚠️ CONTAINS NSFW. ⚠️

You've been warned!!!

When having sex, if he doesn't want his partner to move, he stretches his arms and wraps them around his partner, holding them closer.

When busting, his tongue rolls out his mouth and his heart does the beat out of chest thing cartoons do. He also changes colors rapidly, before it settles back down.

White heart boxers.

When you pull his pants and boxers down, a comedic slide whistle plays, and when it springs out, a 'BOING!' Sound effect plays.

Film tape as bondage... No elaboration.

Actually..

Yes. Elaboration.

Film tape coiled heavily around your wrists, keeping your hands tied up together. The tape was weirdly strong, but he DID do it, so it must've just been.. Unique.

You felt cold air hitting you, your legs easily spread open, letting him view YOU for his own pleasure. You laid idly on your back as you pulled against the film tape and it crackled against yourstrength, yet never budged.

Mr. Ring let out a loud wolf whistled, but waggled his finger at you, as if getting onto you for squirming so bad against your restraints. "Ah, ah!" He clicked his tongue, his pearly-white teeth showing off. You stared at the toon, feeling his hands touch you. He was.. Weirdly warm.. YET. Weirdly not? Like he was both at the same time... It was strange. His rubber digits spreading you further by grabbing your thighs, his bow tie twisting and his hat lifting off his head before dropping back down. "WOOOOAH!" He gasped out.

You realized now why he tied you down, so you couldn't squirm from his relentless enjoyment of you.

He is a body worshipper. You are his muse of the light. He is your worshipper.

He also loves being worshipped. His muse should worship him too.

When he cums, a loud 'SPLATt!' like a cartoon can be heard.

His cum is weirdly thick, yet watery. Think slime. It glows a bit.

Predator and prey kinks go hard with him. He can wiggle under doors and everything. He loves scaring you by wiggling under the door you're hiding behind.

When being hunted for this kind of kink, if it's almost completely dark, his eyes, the whites, slightly glow. So it's easier to see him.

He's very touch-based. He loves touch.

Pleasure is a rarity given to him. He gets greedy during it . He wants all.

'You should be thankful a harbinger is doing something so crazy with you!'

Making out with him is.. Interesting. Due to his logic, sometimes, you'll suddenly feel his tongue dart and start going down your throat.

Funny enough, if he's using a toy on you and he's thrusting it for you and he let's go to grab something, the toy keeps moving as if he was still touching it. Then, he just grabs it and continues.

When admiring you, his bowtie twists, his hat goes up then back down, and his heart throbs out of his chest.

If you simply wear something sexy or whatnot, his eyes bulge out his head, his tongue rolls out, he wolf whistles, all of that.

He weirdly loves marking. He likes when you show them off too. But, that's hard considering the size of his mouth and the size of that hickey.. Yikes.

When eating out, specifically face-sitting, he doesn't NEED to breathe. Just sit and hope for the best! Which, he will give! But, expect that when you lift up, his face will be imprinted... And his face will be imprinted on your ass.

He can just blow on his thumb and yours to fix you two though!

On that topic. If you're not done, yet he's gone soft, he can blow on his thumb, and it'll inflate like a balloon!!

He can make himself weigh nothing...

Or weight EVERYTHING.

Having sex with him is quite the adventure. Trust.

You can hold him so he can face fuck you,

Or he can make himself weigh a ton and keep you down when he lays against you.

When inside, he can change the size of it. It's honestly scary. So, to make entry easier if you're smaller, he makes it smaller. But, if you start whining for more and seem to be handling it well, he increases the size!

His fingers, when fingering, weirdly.. Feel almost like that of a toy. God damn rubber!!

He likes 'immortalizing' you in film. Aka.. He likes to take pictures of you and videos of you during the deed. He keeps it on him at all times. That freak!

Oh. He's vocal. You've heard him. He's INSANELYYY vocal. He slips in and he bottoms out, a loud moan echoing out above you. If he's still somewhat dressed, his bowtie playfully twists around, his antenna standing up entirely, before falling with bends and curves, his face completely red.

After a make-out session, when he pulls away, a loud 'POP!' plays.

Yes.

He has his own sex soundtrack.

Think 'Sexiness' from Naruto.

Weirdly enough, he's got more body hair than hair on his head!

Happy trail. That's all. Use your brains..

His cum tastes WEIRDLY sweet. Like.. Grossly sweet even.

Sorry this isn't my best work. I got sleepy halfway through and was like (　´д｀).

I'll make more of this soon! Ignore any fuckups or etc!

[justasecretflower]

There's a she-wolf in the closet! / Homicipher men ft. A Kitsune! reader!

Now Playing: she wolf

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Synopsis- you are a kitsune that ended up in the homcipher world, how do the homcipher men react to you? (pre relationship + est relationship)

Incl- Mr. Crawling, Mr. Scarletta, Mr. Silver, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Hood, Mr. Gap.

🖤Mr. Crawling

🖤oh how fast he fell in love with you was absolutely insane.

🖤whenever he follows you around he mumbles “pretty, pretty”

🖤he’s attached at your hip, whenever you stop for just a second he immediately sits still and looks up at you with a huge grin while he tries to grab onto you gently. He likes holding you, is all.

🖤do kitsunes purr? Because if you did. The only thing he likes to do all day is just sit with you, pet you and relish in all your purrs. He loves them sm

🖤has Mrs. Bride make you pretty outfits that meet your general aesthetic.

🖤when I tell you he falls more in love with you every time he see you get aggressive oh my goodness…

🖤he likes giving you pats! “Mr. Crawling what are you doing” “pat pat pat”

🖤he likes to feel how soft your tail and ears are all the time.

🖤show him your magic! And your fox form! He is interested in all the stuff that you can do

🖤if you ever leave him alone for a long period of time, like in the ending when you go back home without mr. Crawling, he’ll sit down and cradle himself. Pretending like he’s holding you

🖤he likes you hair, especially if it’s an unusual color. He’s not used to seeing many colors where he lives, so the contrast makes him go wild and want to play with it all the time. If it’s not, he still likes how soft it is like your tail and ears.

❤️Mr. Scarletta

❤️you being so beautiful, so mystical and majestic makes him impossibly more overprotective

❤️he wants to keep you all to himself. It’s only him that can look at you, feel your soft tail and ears, brush your hair out gently, admire your pretty form and magic.

❤️he knows that you are restless though and don’t let him keep you away from everything like that, so he obeys, naturally.

❤️whenever you’re out though, he has eyes on you, if not he’s following you with his umbrella up over the two of you.

❤️he admires your fox form, likes to see you all cuddled up to him like in that form.

❤️he hates when the other monsters eyes linger for a long time on you, especially mr. Crawling or mr. Silver.

❤️he knows mr. Silver would love to tie you up and research all of your unusual quirks, meanwhile Mr. Crawling is just obsessed with how pretty you look and has an infectious smile on his face whenever you see him.

❤️he pouts like a baby in the corner whenever you let anyone else touch your kimono, your hair, ears, or tail.

❤️when he gets you all to himself, he likes seeing all your powers and what you can do, he also likes to hear you purr if you can, like mr. Crawling.

🩶Mr. Silver

🩶he’s so fascinated with you.

🩶he likes to conduct experiments on you, but has you set up a safe word for when it hurts you or when he goes to far.

🩶he likes to test your limits on your powers, and see how fast, or how powerful your fox form is.

🩶he also wants to see how you being a Kitsune might affect your offspring.

🩶of course, the question if he can even reproduce is something that plagued him since he read about human pregnancies, but after meeting you it seemed to make him think more what you guys would make if you had a child

🩶a kitsune ghost mix? Would they still be a kitsune or a half kitsune?

🩶he likes to see how petting your ears or tail makes you react.

🩶if he goes possibly to far on a strength durability test for your powers and accidentally tires you out he’ll stop experimenting for a couple of days, secretly, because he’s guilty, but he tells you it’s so he can get accurate data when you’re in your strongest state.

🩶makes you use your powers on him to see how strong you are

🩶he likes how strong you are.

🩶he doesn’t even like physical affection, but he loves touching your fur while in fox form, or cuddling with you and touching your ears.

🩶if you tell him to stop the experiments and just be your partner, he will, and he’ll feel a little guilty you thought he only saw you as a test subject.

🩶after that day, he’ll praise you a lot. “So pretty” “so strong.” “My fox.”

🧡Mr. Chopped

🧡oh wow he just loves you.

🧡first time he ever saw you he squealed and yelled “pretty! Pretty!”

🧡he begs all the time for you to put his face next to your tail or ears for him to nuzzle against it. He’s never felt anything so soft!

🧡”soft so soft so pretty!”

🧡he gets jealous if the other monsters look for too long. He’s super insecure he doesn’t have a body to hold you in front of them

🧡”look away. Not yours.”

🧡he has to get serious with mr. Silver when telling him not to experiment on you, he makes it clear he doesn’t want you to be a little test subject.

🧡he loves your company sm. He just likes sitting and admiring you with the softest eyes with stars in them.

🧡you can tell he’s in love just by the way his eyes light up

🧡he finds your powers a little scary, but attractive.

🧡while in your fox form your about his size. So you can look him in the eyes without picking him up, and he enjoys that.

🧡he likes if you have powers that just are cool little colourful lights, or you can make a harmless explosion of light. He yells “again! Again!”

🤎Mr. Hood

🤎when he first met you he immediately got intrigued but knew that the other monsters would also be, and tried shielding you from them.

🤎when he saw you use your powers against mr. Scarletta he literally flushed so hard. You being so powerful made him immediately crush on you.

🤎he could just sit and watch you forever. You can’t tell how soft he’s looking at you, but you can when he tilts his head a little and and uses a dark, void black smoky hand to direct your eyes to where his would be.

🤎he also has Mrs. Bride get you pretty kimonos and dresses, he enjoys seeing you do little fashion shows.

🤎he learns how to say “beautiful” in English and sometimes you catch him looking at you for a long time, just to hear a echoey voice say “beautiful..”

🤎he enjoys tying your kimonos

🤎sometimes he’ll pick up little gems or hair accessories that fell down from the mortal world to put in your hair.

🤎he doesn’t get jealous when other monsters look at you, he gets scared. He knows how truly powerful some of these monsters are and knows how fascinated mr. Silver is with you, and how obsessed mr. Scarletta is.

🤎he isn’t confrontational by any means, so he just reminds you he’s there for you while you handle it.

🤎because he knows with your strength you 100% can handle that on your own.

🤎if he heard you purr ever, he did it on accident. Like touching your ears while you were asleep in his arms to get a strand of hair off of your ear, and a tiny purr comes out.

🤎he was shocked for a bit, then hesitantly pulls his hand back and strokes your ears and hair.

🤍Mr. Gap (I dunno much about him but somebody told me I should add Mr. Gap)

🤍he’s obsessed with you, he asks to eat you all the time (lovingly)

🤍he calls you “little fox” you have no other name to him.

🤍he gets extremely jealous and tells the other monsters to get their eyes and hands away from his little fox.

🤍likes seeing you beat up monsters with your powers. Will laugh in the gaps while you beat up a monster.

🤍finds it extremely attractive.

🤍despite what other people might think, I believe he’s very intelligent and is aware of your fox form, your powers, and the folklore behind your type.

🤍in folklore, it states kitsunes are afraid of dogs, so sometimes he makes low growling noises in gaps to scare you 🙏💀

🤍when you kiss, he bites your lip so hard you bleed and then licks it, since he loves the taste of your powerful kitsune blood.

Homicipher reqs are open🤍

ART CREDS!! - bubble_oog on X, Akiyori09 on Reddit :).

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[kayhi808]

First Crush - Wakanda

Happy Easter! It took me a while to get this out, but I think it's going to be a fun journey for our little family. Especially for little Abby Rose. Thank you to @jvanilly for the idea of visiting Wakanda & to @myrealmstuff who gave me the idea for Abby & M'Baku.

"You know what's?" Abby runs over to you, carrying Pu'a against her chest.

"Nope. What?" You've been stuck on almost a 15 hr flight with Abigail and Bucky. Abby pushes your tablet to the side so she can sit in your lap, "Papa says we gonna live in a tent, like camping. Do I likes camping?"

You wrinkle your nose, "Some people really enjoy camping."

"Ohhhh...but...we's don't?" Abby asks looking up at you with a chubby finger pointing at herself. Abby is ready to agree with whatever you say.

You laugh, "You'll have to figure that out on your own. You might like it, like Bucky does."

She slides off your lap, "Papa! Mama no wikes camping! She scrunched-ed her nose!" Running off to the cockpit to find Bucky.

You follow behind her, slipping into the co-pilots seat. "I didn't say that exactly." Bucky smiles over at you. "How much longer till we reach Wakanda?"

"30 minutes or so."

"C'mon Abby, let's change out of your travel clothes. You're going to meet some very important people."

******

Bucky leads his family off the Quinjet and are greeted by King T'Challa & Queen Ramonda. You didn't realize how loved and well respected Bucky was in Wakanda.

"Mr. Barnes, it has been too long and far between visits."

"King T'Challa."

The men embrace like long lost brothers. "Thank you for letting me bring my family." Bucky holds his arm out to you and Abby. You both step forward and Abby falls into a deep curtsey before the King.

T'Challa smiles down upon your little girl, " Little one, that is not necessary."

Abby looks up, wide eyed gaze at the King, "Buts your Majesty, I pwacticed so hard. I wants to shows you." Again she falls into a deep curtsey.

Queen Ramonda steps forward, "That is the most exquisite curtsey, I have ever seen."

Abby gasps, covering her mouth, "Tank you so much, my Queen!" Abby hops back to you, wrapping her arms around you leg. "I dids a 'squizit curtsey, Mama. The Queen saids so."

Bucky laughs and introduces you both.

Queen Ramonda wraps Bucky in a hug, "I am so happy you have brought your family home to us." She turns to embrace you, & caresses Abby's cheek. "I will let you get settled & you will join us for supper tonight. There's much to celebrate with the White Wolf's return home."

Abby's so excited, "They bringing a white wolf to dinner? Can I play with it?"

T'Challa and everyone laughs. "Bucky is called the White Wolf of Wakanda."

"Papa?! You's a White Wolf??"

Bucky lift Abby into his arms, "I'll explain later."

*********

As they head to their suites, they pass a squad of the Dora Milaje. Abby gasps, grabbing Bucky's cheeks and turning his head towards the squad, "Who dems??" She squirms within Bucky's arms wanting to be let down.

"No, Abigail." You already know that if Bucky puts her down, she's going to run after them. "You need to behave in the palace."

Shaking her head, "Buts I needs to talk to dem!"

Bucky laughs, adjusting Abby in his arms, getting a firmer grip on the wiggly toddler. "I'll introduce you to the General of the Dora Milaje later, I promise."

"Dora M'aje?"

'They are they Royal Family's personal guards." Abby's eye grow big, "They protect the family."

"But dey all girls," Abby states.

Bucky gives her a small smile, "And they are the fiercest warriors in all of Wakanda."

In a reverent whisper, "Wow."

********

The rooms are beautiful! The living area is bigger than your entire apartment. Bucky lets Abby down and she's running off to explore her new home for the next week. You walk over to the floor to ceiling windows looking out on the beauty of Wakanda. It's absolutely gorgeous. Bucky steps behind you, wrapping you up in his arms. Dropping a kiss on your neck, "Bucky, this place is breathtaking. Thank you so much for bringing us here."

"I never knew peace until I came here. And then they gave me my freedom." You turn in his arms, placing your palms on his cheeks, bringing his lips to yours. He smiles down at you, "I was free and peaceful but I didn't know true happiness until you came into my life."

You hear Abby running towards you, "Yous happy now Papa?" She crashes into Bucky's leg, looking up at him with her bright smile. "Yous happy cos me's?"

Bucky laughs and you shake your head as Bucky scoops her up. "You AND your Mama make me very happy."

"Oh yeah, and Mama." She holds her arms out to you so you can take her. "Mama, come sees my room!"

You follow her directions and enter her room. Abby wiggles to be let down & as soon as she's free she kicks off her shoes & climbs onto the bed, standing in the middle with her arms spread wide, "Dis just for me's! It all mine!" You give Bucky a look and you both charge her bed & dive on it. "Nooooo! Stops it!" You pull her down trying to kiss her and she pushes your face away. "Gets off my bed! Bad Mama!"

Bucky laughs, "But the bed is so big. Look, it fits all of us." Bucky throws an arm around your waist. Abby tries to frown, but a smile escapes and she wiggles between the 2 of you for snuggles. Bucky starts telling you both about his time in Wakanda. "I had a hut down by the lake. Princess Shuri and Ayo would visit & help me break out of the bad people's control.

Gasping, "The bad people had you??" Abby rolls over to face Bucky, laying a hand over his heart.

"The Wakandans freed me & let me stay here. And helped me get better."

"Ohhhh, Papa." Abby flops herself on Bucky giving him a hug. "The bad peoples makes me so angwy."

Bucky hugs her & kisses the top of her head, "I'm all better, Abby Baby. They healed me and then I met you & your Mama & my life couldn't be better." The look and smile he gives you over Abby's head fills you with love.

His soothing voice quickly puts Abby to sleep, and Bucky soon follows. He had a long night flying you down to Wakanda.

*********

You woke Bucky and Abby from they're nap, not wanting to be late for the celebration the Queen had planned. You got Abby dressed and sent her out to be with Bucky while you got ready.

Bucky and Abby are having a dance party in the living room, but everything comes to a halt as you step into the room. Abby is mid-twirl when she sees you and lets out a yell, "Oh Mama!" She runs up to you, grabbing your hand so you kneel for her, "You so boolaful, like a blalafly!"

You laugh, "Am I? Like a blalafly?" Abby vigorously nods.

"So pwetty Mama!"

********

Upon arriving at the ballroom, Queen Romanda told Bucky to mingle and introduce you to his friends and that Abby could stay with her. "Oh, your Majesty, Abigail...can be a bit much."

"Child, I have raised T'Challa and Shuri. Abby & I will be just fine." Bucky chuckles, imagining the mischief those 2 got into as children.

You made the rounds with Bucky, but you kept an eye on Abigail. Abby loved spending time with the queen, talking non-stop. You can read her lips and see she's into her "You-knows-whats."

You want to go back and rescue Ramonda, when the ballroom doors open and the largest mountain of a man you've ever seen enters flanked by guards just as large as he is. They announced him as M'Baku, leader of the J'Bari tribe. You glance up at Bucky and he has a hint of a smile, not looking at all concerned. His eyes are on Abby and when you look at her you whisper a quiet, "shit". You both recognize the look on Abby's face. Eyes big as saucers and her mouth drawn into a little "o". She quickly slides off the Queen's lap, but a hand on her shoulder, keeps her at the Queen's side.

M'Baku pays his respects to the King & Queen, but can't ignore the strange child with the Queen who unashamedly stares. "And who does this little morsel belong to?"

"M'Baku," the Queen warns.

Staring back at Abby, " You look tasty. Is she to be my dinner for tonight?" He gives her a small sneer and snaps his teeth at her. Abby does a jump scare but surprises him with her cackle. She runs up to him trying to hold his hand, but he's kept them folded across is chest. She tugs at the hem of his shirt, "You so funny 'Baku!" Then she curls her fingers into claws, "Me's goin' eats you!" She chomps at him and laughs.

You and Bucky walk up, "M'Baku was tricking you, Abby Baby. He wouldn't eat you. He's a vegetarian. He only eats vegetables." Bucky holds out his hand to Abby and she skips over to him so he can scoop her up.

"So, the White Wolf has a cub." Bucky silently nods. Abby may not be his biologically, but Abigail is his. M'Baku starts barking and his guards join in. You're getting worried, until Abby starts barking along with him. When they stop, she claps for them.

M'Baku walks up to Bucky and points a finger in Abby's face. You step forward to slap his hand away, but Abby grabs it, laughing, " This one. This one I like."

In her little sing-song voice, "I wikes you, too, 'Baku!" She gives him a flirty smile as he walks away. Turning to you, "You see him's, Mama? Him's my new fwen!"

Before you could answer, the crowd parts and a pretty young woman emerges from the crowd. "Welcome home, my favorite white boy."

Bucky passes Abigail to you as he goes to greet Black Panther's little sister, Princess Shuri. They do a fancy handshake which ends up in an embrace. Bucky introduces you and Abby, " Princess Shuri is Chief Science Officer of Wakanda. All the technology & designs from Wakanda is created by her and her department. Looking at Abby, "She makes things like Tony Stark."

Abby is very impressed, "Wow!"

"Please," rolling her eyes, "I am much smarter than Old Man Stark." Abby giggles but looks at Shuri in wonder. She said she's smarter than Iron Man??

Abby's little brain doesn't understand the full scope of things but she does notice the difference from Wakanda and the US. Women in Wakanda are taken so seriously. They are strong like the Dora Milage. They are intelligent like Princess Shuri. And powerful & compassionate like Queen Ramonda. Abigail Rose really likes Wakanda.

Day 2

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[alcinaslittlemaid]

Naughty Little Lamb~

Pennywise 2017xFem!reader

•Warnings: Smutty smut, degradation, spanking (a lot), angry sex.. and much much more, Mild DD/LG (tiny bit) uses of pet names

(I’m not great at writing buts it’s the red hour 😳🌶️)

Come join the clown~

🎪🎈🤡

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The hour was very late, you had struggled to get to sleep and Pennywise had gone out hunting. You felt a familiar throbbing in your underwear, by god you were missing him so much, your hand slipped down between your silky thighs and coating your fingers were your own sinuous juices.

You smirked and began pleasuring yourself, grabbing your vibrator imagining penny’s long slippery tongue slurping your insides out, your toes began to curl as you bucked your hips in submission, your mind travelling further, now imagining how smaller tentacles would slither out, gripping your thighs to keep you in place, long slimy tentacles restricting your movement, as his long, hard alien-like tentacle is forcible pushed into your tight hole, the ridges of his length hitting your clit as he completely ruins you.

Trying to get his entire length inside your tight, little cunt, you were getting close, finally going to be rid of your need for him (until tomorrow that is) you were almost riding your vibrator with pleasure

“Dooonnnt youuuu Dareeee~” that taunting voice in your head rang out like a bell you had recognised all too well

“Fuck…” you whined “Watch your mouth little slut” the voice growled, it’s raspy voice grunted in your ear as you slowly peeked up at the darkened side of your room, there…two golden orbs stared back at you, dark red circles rimmed it’s golden stare

“Oh my~ look at the filthy mess you’ve made, you dirty little slut” pennywise barked, stepping towards you “my! Dirty little sewer slut” he grinned before sitting down

“Come” he snapped patting his lap “But you said I couldn’t-“ you attempted a joke, but the state he gave you was stern, cold and deadly

“I said…COME!” He snapped, before dragging you roughly over his knee, your ass now presented to him like his next meal on a silver platter “Ah! Ow your hurting me! Penny what the fu-“ you were soon cut off by his to clawed fingers “Good little girls should be seen and not heard” his fingers were almost in your throat, you hadn’t a clue what was happening.

“You’ve been such a naughty, filthy little lamb Y/N” he teased before hiking your skirt up higher, his tentacles keeping you tightly in place as his hand slowly lifted behind your rear

“Now, we’re gonna play a little game~” he began, you shook your head at his silly games, but he was having none of it

“your gonna count every time I spank that little ass” he continued “and if you mess up or miss a number, they’re gonna restart and be even harsher…got it?” He hissed, you squealed and tried to squirm out of his grasp

“Ohhhh you wanna play hide and seek? Okay! If hide and I don’t find you in under 2 minutes I won’t punish you! We can doooo whatever you want~” he had crossed his fingers behind his back while saying that. You nodded and took off running, trying to find a hiding place he hasn’t seen yet, meanwhile the clown began to the countdown to your demise

“1…..2……3”

“Shit” you winced

“4…..5….6”

“Fuck fuck fuck!”

“7……8….9…”

You finally found a spot, sliding into it and shutting the door behind you ever so silently, you sunk beneath the piles of sheets and bedding

“10! Ready or not little bunny! Mr wolf is coming to find you hahahah” He cackled maniacally and began searching for you, his boots thudding against the ground in desperation. This was horrifying, he could do anything to you…you could hear doors opening and the disappointed sigh when you weren’t there “Oh my little lamb you are clever..” He then opened the door to your linen cupboard “but not clever enough- oh! Oh fuck where on earth is that little girl?” He slammed the door shut and began walking away…or so you thought

As soon as you heard a door downstairs creak open, you poked your head out and began sneaking back to your bedroom thinking you had won.

You were suddenly pinned to the ground by his clawed glove “You! You are so gullible…you think I couldn’t smell that throbbing, aching slit? Hahaha oh little one, you fell for the oldest trick in the book! You are a fly in my spider web” he giggled maniacally in pure pleasure, before dragging you back to the bedroom, a thread of drool trailing behind and a sinful, sadistic look in his eye.

@sootrootdoot

@pennywise-fucker

End of part 1🎈

Lemme know what y’all think and I’ll write the next part!!

[adoringaffliction]

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Professor!Reid x student!fem!reader

Warnings: age-gap, power dynamics, mean!dom!spencer, sub!reader, reader is reid's student, reader wears a skirt, petnames, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dubcon (please do not do this irl), semi-public sex, reader is in college, cheating, reader has a boyfriend

Summary: Reader's professor Dr. Reid, overheard some complaints about Reader's boyfriend. It's too bad her boyfriend doesn't have what it takes to really take care of her.

MDNI +18

The bell rang and I gathered my things off my desk. 

“Y/n can you hang back for just a sec?” Dr. Reid asked and my head popped up. He looked particularly fine today. Hair tousled and sweater vest on. I nodded and grabbed my backpack throwing it over my shoulder and walking up to his desk. 

“What’s up?” I looked down at him in his desk chair and watched as his eyes roved from my face down to my shoes. I could feel the flush starting on my face. 

He reached out to thumb the hem of my skirt,”This is cute.” 

“Oh thanks-“

“You don’t wear skirts often,” he looked up at me, still having my skirt pinched between his index and thumb. 

“Oh- um- I just bought it,” I stammered. I looked around to find no one else in the classroom. “Dr. Reid, did you need something?” 

He maintained eye contact, ”You could say that.” 

My chest tightened and I could feel my skin start to buzz. It felt hot, and his gaze didn’t help the matter. 

“What did you need?” 

“How are you and your boyfriend doing?” 

I looked at him confused,”Um- well- we’re fine.” 

He nodded and let go of my skirt,”Got it, so what you said to Selena is fine?” I gulped. I’d explained to my desk partner Selena that me and my boyfriend were on the rocks. He seemingly had no interest in me physically and it was starting to make me restless. “Cause it didn’t sound fine.” 

“How- how much of that did you hear?” 

“You sit right next to my desk sweetheart.” 

I nodded resigning to my fate. My physics teacher had heard about my sexual frustrations and now he was staring up at me and being hot and I couldn’t take it anymore. It was like I was going feral. I pressed my fingers to the space I between my brow,”Dr. Reid I am so sorry you had to hear that-“

I felt Dr. Reid’s hand start to snake around my exposed thigh. He tugged causing me to  shuffle towards him. “It’s a shame really.” His eyes rolled up and down my figure stopping back at my eyes. 

“Wh-what?” 

“I said it’s a shame. Look at you. Bet this skirt was for him, huh?” His hand grazed the back of my thigh and I felt it travel up. 

I glanced down at the outfit I was wearing,”I- well, yeah…” 

“Too bad…” 

“Mr. Reid, I don’t know-“ 

“Funny- I thought you knew everything,” he joked and looked up at me. His fingers started to gently trace over the edges of my panties. 

“I-,” I started, only to be interrupted again. 

“You know, you’re not very quiet.” 

“Wh- what do you mean?” 

He looked up at me and grinned devilishly,“I hear everything you say honey. I sat you up next to me for a reason.” I look at him confused. “Oh don’t act so innocent. Because the things you say about me to your desk partner definitely aren’t.” I look at him like a deer caught in headlights. Shit. “Aw, you thought you were slick huh?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Aw now, don’t lie honey. Lying’s a sin you know. You don’t need anything else in your repertoire.” My jaw drops and he laughs,”You’re adorable.” 

His fingertips continued their dance over the edges of my cotton underwear. He flipped up my skirt to take a peek and grinned. I was wearing a pink pair with an embroidered rabbit on the front. “God, it just keeps getting better huh?” He looked up at me, and it no longer felt like I was looking at my adorably nerdy physics professor. This was an entirely different man. This wasn’t Dr. Reid. This man was sinister, and hungry. Like a wolf waiting for its prey to take the bait, and unfortunately I was stupid. 

“They’re my favorite pair,” I murmured. 

“Oh I bet, they’re very you.” 

I nodded nervously at this comment. There was something uncomfortable in his gaze. It kept me shifting from side to side. I felt as if I was being inspected. I kept looking back at the classroom door to make sure no-one was going to walk in. 

Reid noticed this,”The door’s locked from the outside sweetheart. No one’s gonna see me play with you.” I felt my face flush harder. He spoke so sweetly, yet every word was drenched in the essence of sin. “You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted this. To see you. Feel you.” He hooked his fingers around the waistband of my panties and began to peel them down. 

Something in between a moan and a laugh escaped his lips as he watched my panties try their best to cling to me. A silent protest to the debauchery happening before them. The honey from my center webbed itself to my underwear. A silky strand of wetness shining in the fluorescent light of the classroom. 

“God, that is so sweet,”he smiled and gazed up at me with blown out pupils and devastatingly doeish eyes. My breathing took a rapid turn and I felt like a rabbit, constantly twitching. “It’s okay sweet girl, just let it happen. This is what you wanted right?” His smirk is enough to force my understanding. I’d brought this upon myself. My own lustful ideas and wishes. The things I’d let slip to my desk partner. All a dreadful mistake, because now I’d made my way right into the wolve’s den. 

“I think the words you’d used were,’I want him to do despicable things to me’. No?” If I was embarrassed before, it was nothing on the mortification I was feeling now. He was being cruel, and he knew it. Tears brimmed at my lash line and he laughed,”Aw, aren’t these the consequences of your own actions sweet thing?” I tried to nod but all my function was lost as he drug his finger from my entrance to my clit, drawing slow figure-eights. A small whimper fell from my mouth and my eyes fluttered shut. Quickly I grabbed the edge of his desk. He applied more pressure and I was sure that my legs would give out.

I’d touched myself before, but this was nothing like how that felt. It was different, and almost exciting. While all of my own touches were calculated, his were sudden. New. 

“Dr. Reid-,” I brokenly cried. 

“What is it sweet girl? It feel good?” His lips curled up and then he took it all away. 

I whined at the loss of stimulation, but all of that was quickly forgotten when he gripped my hips and manhandled me to the top of his desk. Sat on the edge, legs spread, and my panties hanging off of my right ankle. Shining and mocking me, circling my ruffled socks and white sneakers. It was a cute outfit, but I’d never be able to wear it again and think normal thoughts.

“I need to do an experiment, okay angel?” 

I looked down at him with curiosity. I watched as he smirked again,”I need to know if you taste as sweet as you look.” And with that he buried his head underneath my skirt. I felt his tongue lick up my core, gathering all of my essence and flicking it back into his mouth with a groan. A shattered moan broke through me as he ate me out like I was some kind of undeniable delicacy. Except most would think that this meant he would take his time. But Dr. Reid never stood still for long, and he definitely was not good at slow. 

It wasn’t long before I felt an orgasm build in me as he rolled my clit between his lips and inserted his long middle finger into me. It was an unknown intrusion- nothing like how mine had felt. He curled it and pressed into the wall of my pussy. This drew a gasp and a drawing of my eyebrows together. I peeled back my skirt so I could see the master at work and was doomed the moment his chestnut curls came into view. The new light must have alerted him of my peeping as he was now staring up at me with those eyes, and that’s when it happened. 

My orgasm broke over me like a tsunami. Waves of staticy pleasure washing over me one after the other. But what was pleasure quickly turned to overstimulation, causing whine after whine to jump from my lips. 

He pulled away grinning, my wetness dripping from his stubbled chin. “That good huh?” He asked and I nodded vigorously. My hand was gripped onto his shoulder when I felt him rise to his feet. In this position I felt much more cornered. Everywhere I looked there he was, staring at me with that stupid smirk on his face. 

“It’s too bad that your boyfriend doesn’t ever wanna do that for you,” he licked his lips and wiped his chin with his sleeve. I was so entranced that I missed when he hooked his finger around my favorite pair of underwear, removing it from my ankle, and stuffing it into his pant pocket. “But, you know, my door’s always open.” I gulped and nodded. “You’re sweet, inside and out.” He helped me down and walked me to his classroom door. Before I could even quite register what was happening I was pushed out into the hallway and the door was closed behind me. I turned to face the door and suddenly felt awfully chill down there… 

I tried the handle but funnily enough, locked. 

[cute-sucker]

oh em geeee im thinking of rafe taking you to weddings as his plus one 😇

i'd like to think he does this when the two of you are engaged??

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theres something about that man dragging you to a wedding, your his plus one and he's staring at the diamond on your finger with such vigor you would think he wanted to marry you at that second.

you like it too, the way that he watches you in your shimmery dress as if he can't get his eyes off you. not only that but he kisses you so deeply you can feel it all the way to your heart. there is something about him, the way he gets ready in a dark suit, a firm look on his face after you took hours to get ready.

and he's the type of person you don't want to invite to a wedding, because he'd asking you what you would like. at one point, he's pointing at the roses and the different foods, "yea' baby so which one do you think would look good at our wedding?"

you're blushing, but trying to tell him to stop at the same time, "rafe! you can't talk about our wedding while we're here at-"

he definitely silences you with his kiss, hands coiling around your waist and when he pulls away you're stunned the way you always are. at one point you get so drunk you start sitting on his lap telling him you want to go.

to make matters worse, he's trying to talk to the older couples as well, trying to make small talk by asking how quickly the marriage ended into the honeymoon stage, "so was it 3 days? i mean-listen between you and me, my lady and i would like to go into our honeymoon as soon as possible."

then he would give you a firm pat on the bum before you gasped and whispered your apologies.  

the two of you are horrible at weddings, and yet somewhat endearing. everyone knows rafe as the big bad wolf, but standing next to your giggly persona, a sweetness that radiates off you - he looks almost....soft.

people can see the way his eyes continuously linger over you, and how he always manages to weasel his way into the conversations you have. but he doesn't bother what others think of him, rather he stares at your bright smile and feels love grow in his heart.

especially when the heels get too much for you.

"rafe?" you mewled, practically on the floor. he looked shocked staring at your small figure under the table.

"what the hell are you doing down there?" he hisses, as you give him a dazed smile. clearly, you've had something to drink as you bite your lip before giggles escape your mouth. your laughter is a clear sign of how much you've had to drink

you sigh, tugging at the straps of your shoes, "can't get them off?"

he shakes his head, "why did you wanna wear them in the first place."

at this you pout, tilting your head down almost in sadness, "'cause they looked cute." finally, he grunts before his coarse fingers reach down to fix your heels. you let out a sign of relief when the heels unbuckle, and he stares at you with an exaggerated look.

now it's your turn to smile, "lets go home!"

you know what's coming, but you enjoy it anyway. he bundles you up in his arms - bridal style (he's horrible at weddings, yes he is,) hand supporting your back as you shyly wave your friends goodbye.

you're excited to be a mrs. cameron.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddie-spooktober.

Of Wolf and Man

Prompt: Werewolf | Word Count: 5533 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | CW: Minor Injury, A Sprinkle of Good Boy Kink | Tags: Canon Divergence, S3 Happened, But No S4 Events, Different Meeting After High School, Werewolf Steve, Animal Lover Eddie, A Touch of Hurt/Comfort, But Mostly Fluff

Eddie hears the growl, and freezes mid-step. He was just headed out to Skull Rock to make a quick deal with a jock too scared to meet at his usual picnic table in the woods, and this is what he gets for his trouble? About to be eaten by a wild fucking animal over twenty bucks worth of weed? Great, just great. He isn't sure what direction the growl came from, it sounded all around him, all at once. Like it was somehow beside him, below him, and above him. He scans as far as his eyes can see, then finally looks up, and when he does, there's a big dog standing on a rock overhead.

"Easy there, buddy," Eddie says, because he's an animal guy. He's not one to turn any species away, as a general rule. His brain suddenly unhelpfully supplies: kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus, species. Which isn't gonna help him survive a feral dog attack, but honestly, take that, Mr. Johnston? He did pay attention in biology class. Both times.

It doesn't matter, but what does matter, is that he can usually charm anything into being his friend for a few minutes. Racoons, opossums, the occasional armadillo. 

More cats than he'll ever be able to count.

Sometimes a stray dog, or two. 

And that's when he realizes this is not a dog. It's a wolf. And there definitely shouldn't be any wolves roaming around just outside of Hawkins. It has to be someone's pet that has gotten loose. Those are legal in Indiana. Or: And his wheels really start turning here, if this one somehow doesn't already belong to someone else, maybe he could wrangle it into being his own pet.

Now, that's an idea. Wayne would shit, but a pet wolf would really make him seem like a bigger, scarier freak around town. He's kind of missed the daily fear and detestation since he squeaked out of Ms. O'Donnell's class, and therefore, high school. Diploma clutched in his fist.

Either way. 

Dealing with a wolf is new territory. Very, very new. 

And a little more terrifying, his fantasy of keeping it as a badass pet notwithstanding. 

It's huge. Especially bathed in moonlight, looming overhead, where all Eddie can see is warm, golden eyes staring down at him, and a dark, pretty coat. The wolf is watching him, as if it's taking stock of Eddie's every move.

"Well, I'm gonna go my way, and you're gonna stay right there," Eddie says, holding his arm up, palm facing the big animal, and the wolf whines in a way that almost sounds like he's disagreeing petulantly with this command.

Eddie smiles, even if he's still a little terrified, "You don't want me to hang around. I'll cramp your style. Lay down." 

And the wolf starts to do just that. Big body folding down into itself. 

"That's a good boy. You're very pretty, you know?" Eddie asks. And it is a pretty animal. Lean muscle, wrapped in what he assumes is a heavy coat of soft fur. 

He'd like to pet him. 

That's how he'll die someday. Petting something he had no business touching. He's sure of it. 

And the wolf whimpers, laying down on the rock, resting his chin on its huge paws, still watching Eddie with those mesmerizing eyes. 

They almost glow out here in the moonlight. 

How fucking cool is that? An actual wolf. In the flesh, and not just written into a campaign. 

Eddie grins at him one more time, and then takes off in the direction he was headed in before he was interrupted by a huge fucking wolf.

Once he gets to Skull Rock, and sits down to wait, he hears the howl in the distance, and smiles. Hopefully the wolf doesn't have a pack hanging around that's less docile than he was.

He doesn't think about the wolf again, not much anyway, until the wolf shows up again, standing across the highway, right along the tree line, watching him. Eddie's putting three bucks in the van's gas tank, and it suddenly feels like he's been tracked here. Shit. Has he been tracked here? Does the wolf have his scent now? 

Eddie should ignore it, but he can't. He makes eye contact, and the wolf sits. Like he's waiting. Eddie goes in and pays, and when he comes out of the Fair Mart, he looks both ways, then jogs across the two lanes of worn asphalt.

The wolf is still there, sitting patiently, watching as Eddie struggles to unwrap the Slim Jim he bought for the animal for some stupid reason, not nearly scared enough that he's about to be mauled. 

Eddie isn't sure what to do now as he looks down at him. Does he throw it? Drop it? Hand feed him like he would a dog? 

"Hi. Me again. I probably wouldn't have seen you if it wasn't so bright out tonight," Eddie says, making one-sided small talk, nodding his head towards the big, full moon overhead.

And then Eddie holds out the meat stick, an offer.

The wolf makes eye contact, and then gently takes it from Eddie's fingers, like he's being careful and Eddie grins, "That's a good boy."

And the wolf looks right at him, tail lightly dancing around, as if he understood that. Maybe he just got the tone. Dogs are good at that, right? Maybe wolves are, too.

But it still unsettles Eddie, just a little. It's too human, and the fact that it's a full moon suddenly isn't lost on him. He gets the lore behind that. And it kickstarts his imagination. Thrusting it into overdrive. Was it a full moon last time? Eddie thinks maybe it was, as brightly lit as the woods had been, even late at night.

But, it can't be. That's absurd. He needs to just go. Accept this for what it was, just another experience in his long line of animal whispering.

He's got band practice to get to, anyway. They always expect he'll be late, but still. He should go.

"Okay, I gotta go," Eddie says, and then adds, "Stay out of the highway, it's dangerous." 

And he watches the wolf slink back into the trees, until he's gone from sight. 

Eddie tries to ignore the persistent feeling, the one pulling at his brain, but he's only able to ignore it until the next full moon, when the wolf is back, lurking near the trailer this time, as if this time he was able to track him home.

Eddie lives like six miles from the gas station. He doesn't know the range a wolf has, but that seems far. Especially figuring in the wolf also being out Skull Rock the first night. He's covering ground, that's for damn sure. 

The wolf comes right up to the dead patch of grass they call a lawn, and lays down, looking up at Eddie.

"Hi, again. I'm Eddie. And I think you're a werewolf," Eddie says, and the wolf whines, "Are you a werewolf? Are you a person?"

The wolf snuffles, and Eddie thinks that could be a yes. Or not. He doesn't exactly speak wolf. 

"Who are you?" Eddie asks, as if the wolf can tell him that. "Are you someone I know?"

He doesn't get an answer, but he leaves the porch and sits down on the ground, crossing his legs under him. Right in front of the relaxed animal. 

"Can I pet you?" 

And the wolf leans in his direction. Eddie takes that as a yes, and buries his hand in the wolf's scruff, scratching him, deep and thoroughly. 

His fur is rougher than Eddie had anticipated. But thick. Layers and layers of gorgeous, brown hair. 

And the wolf gets closer and closer until he's resting his chin on Eddie's knee, where he falls asleep. 

Eddie grins.

He has a pet wolf. 

Hot damn. 

And that cements the routine. A full moon is in the sky? Eddie has a temporary wolf pet. He feeds it, and pets it, and quickly finds out it loves to roughhouse. Launching itself at Eddie, taking him down to the dirt. Rolling him.

Butting at his head, his face, under his chin, licking him. 

The first time he did it startled the shit out of Eddie, but after that, it's been expected. Eddie laughs, and the wolf barks. At least, Eddie's calling it a bark. It isn't the same as a dog barking, but it feels similar in usage.

Eddie finds an old rope in Wayne's shed, and they play tug-of-war until Eddie's sure his hands will blister. But if the wolf wants to play, Eddie isn't gonna pass up the chance to play with a wolf. 

Eddie bought a pack of tennis balls at Melvald's, and sure enough, the wolf loves to chase them and bring them back to Eddie. A wolf that will play fetch. Who'd have thought?

It's probably because he's a human. Or half-dog. Eddie isn't sure. But, if he is a werewolf?

"Hey. Listen. If you are a person, and you do understand me, you could come find me, you know? On any of the other days that you aren't, you know, grrr," Eddie states, holding up his hands in monster fashion. 

The wolf whines, and Eddie lets it go. 

He's cool with just having a once a month wolf pal. It's honestly the best of both worlds. Exotic pet, but he doesn't even have to get a permit for it. Win-win.

The wolf howls. 

"Too loud," Eddie admonishes. 

And then it looks sad. Goddammit. 

"Turn around," Eddie commands, and the wolf does exactly that. Eddie throws him a treat.

"Sit," and he does. Another treat.

"Beg," and that's the limit, apparently, because those eyes are looking at him like he's a goddamn fool. Eddie laughs, and tosses him the piece of lunch meat anyway. He's still a good boy. Even if he won't beg.

They spend all night together, until the wolf inevitably departs before morning light.

That's okay, he'll see him next month.

But when the next full moon has illuminated the night sky, the wolf hasn't shown up. It's several hours after dark, and Eddie's concerned. He's never this late, and now Eddie doesn't know where to search. The woods near the Fair Mart? Near Skull Rock again, where he first saw him? 

He's not sure where his homebase is, his den, or whatever.

All Eddie knows is that it doesn't make sense. He wouldn't just not show up. Not after all this time. 

Something's wrong. And the pit grows in Eddie's stomach, gnawing away, the fear and preemptive sorrow of the impending loss.

He's just developing a battle plan, when he hears the familiar whimper and whine. And there he is, coming up out of the trees. He's hurt. Wet, and filthy. Limping, tail tucked between his legs. There's a deep bleeding gash across his forehead. Dried blood matted into its fur. 

Eddie panics, just for a second, then he scurries up the steps, holding open the trailer door. The wolf doesn't hesitate, just lumbers in, and flops down on the floor as if he can't go any further. 

"What happened to you?" Eddie asks, then realizes he's not gonna get an answer. 

Eddie's never brought him inside before, but he's doing it today. Eddie quickly shuts and locks the door behind them, as if whatever tore him up, might decide to, Eddie doesn't know, follow him inside? Unlikely. But still. Better safe than sorry.

"Stay right there," Eddie says, and the wolf huffs in a way that sounds almost sarcastic. Like, where else would I go, asshole?

Eddie smiles, and knows he's probably crazy. But still. It feels that way. This wolf, his wolf, seems funny. Can a wolf even be funny? Eddie isn't sure. But this one damn well is. 

Wayne's probably gonna notice all the shedded hair, dirt and blood, and wet dog smell, but tonight Eddie's not gonna worry about it.

Tonight, he's gonna try to help his buddy out.

He's covered in mud, and he smells like a lake. 

"You need a bath," Eddie declares and the wolf gets up and walks towards the bathroom like he agrees. 

Eddie laughs, "Okay. Here's the deal. We're gonna pretend you're just an animal, alright?" 

And the wolf stops in the doorway, Eddie tells him to come on, but he won't budge. Eddie tries to get a grasp on him to pull him along without hurting him, but it's fruitless. He's too strong. 

"Very funny," Eddie says, "your stubborn dog that doesn't want a bath impression is, well, impressive." 

The wolf thumps his tail and then comes right into the bathroom and carefully climbs up into the tub. 

Eddie sprays him down to get him wet, then looks at the shampoo options, "Well, I hope wolves are okay with Pert Plus 2-in-1." 

And the wolf honest to god growls, baring his sharp, white fangs, while giving Eddie the dirtiest look a wolf could muster. 

Eddie isn't scared, but he is amused. 

"Well, I'm so sorry, I don't have wolf shampoo. No Mane and Tail, here. Do you have a better idea, tough guy?" Eddie doesn't think rubbing him down with a bar of Irish Spring sounds any better.

But he watches as the wolf looks around the tub ledge, as if he's actually weighing the options, before he nudges a light-colored bottle off with his nose, sending it clattering around the slick tub, making a hell of a racket. 

Eddie retrieves it. Apple Pectin. He assumes it must belong to Wayne's lady friend. It certainly isn't his or Wayne's, that's for damn sure. 

"Alright, Mr. Fancy Pants. If you want your fur to smell like apples, that's on you." 

And with the decision made, Eddie cleans him up carefully. Lathering him up, rinsing him off. After he's finished, and has dried him off the best he can with a towel, the wolf noses around the cabinets, which is curious. What's he looking for? Then he pulls out the cord of a hair dryer, one that has a comb attached.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Eddie asks, picking up the dryer.

Eddie's never seen it in his life. Wayne has no hair, and Eddie's definitely not a blown dry kind of guy. Must be Wayne's girlfriend's. Hope she doesn't mind a little wolf fur stuck in the teeth, because the wolf's not kidding, and he sits, eyes closed, like he's enjoying the heat as Eddie combs him dry. Eddie's very careful not to get it too close to any of his wounds.

Afterwards, once he's soft and fluffier than Eddie's ever seen the pampered mutt, Eddie wraps anything still bleeding, then sits down and pats the couch cushion next to him. The wolf doesn't hesitate. Just jumps up letting out a soft growl that was surely pulled out of him by launching off his injured leg. 

"I know it must hurt," Eddie says, as he pets him gently. The wolf lays his head on Eddie's thigh, and whines pitifully. Then turns his head, like he's watching the muted television right along with Eddie. Eddie looks down at him by the only light in the darkened room, the flickering screen. 

Eddie falls asleep there, with the warm, heavy weight leaning against him. And when he wakes up, still hazy with sleep, he opens his eyes just enough to witness the wolf nudging at the lock with his nose, and then the door is open, the wolf is gone, and the only proof he was ever there is lightweight trailer door lightly banging from the early morning breeze.

After a few more hours of sleep, Eddie realizes there isn't much to eat in the house, and that means he's gonna have to finally do the grocery shopping he's been putting off before Wayne actually kills him. 

And later, as Eddie's coming out of the Big Buy, bags in hand, he nearly runs into Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington, with a bandaged forehead and a slight limp. Smelling slightly of apple shampoo.

No fucking way.

Eddie's eyes widen.

"It's not what you think," Steve immediately says, which is suspicious. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow. 

"Okay. It's exactly what you think," Steve says, folding like a cheap suit.

And Eddie laughs, all his teeth showing, fucking thrilled by this turn of events. Steve Harrington. Eddie wouldn't have guessed him if given a million tries.

"Steve Harrington is my pretty, pet wolf," Eddie crows. 

Steve snorts, "I'm not your pet, Munson." 

"All the lap sitting says otherwise." 

"I've never sat on your lap!" 

"You would if you could, big boy," Eddie teases.

And Steve gives him just a hint of a grin, "Yeah, yeah. Um, you're not gonna tell anyone else about this, right?" Steve asks, looking at the blacktop of the parking lot, "Because if I need a head start outta town, just say so."

"From one freak to another, nope. I didn't see anything."

Steve smiles, "Thanks. Because I'm not exactly broadcasting this information." 

Eddie makes a move as if he's locking his lips, and then he throws away the imaginary key. 

They go their separate ways, and Eddie assumes that's the last he'll see of the wolf, and probably Steve Harrington, too.

And he can't help but be a little sad about it.

Eddie tries to distract himself. But his mind keeps telling himself that Steve Harrington, wolf or not, isn't gonna come hang out with Eddie "The Freak" Munson again now that Eddie knows who he is under all that fur. And Eddie hates it.

He's playing penny can with Gareth outside the house, taking turns tossing the coins from the step into an old coffee can, under the light of the full moon, when he feels eyes on him. 

Looking to the right, standing just around the edge of the trailer, is Steve peeking in their direction.

"Hey, you're here! C'mon, boy!" Eddie calls out, lighting up at the sight of him, and Steve rounds the corner like a happy dog. Tail flicking around nearly in circles as he prances, bopping around as he comes towards Eddie.

"That's…that's a wolf!" Gareth shouts, scooting backwards.

"Calm down, he's my friend, aren't you?" Eddie asks, and Steve pounces up on him, paws on Eddie's shoulders, licking his face.

"Whoa, hey there, it's good to see you, too," Eddie laughs, trying to get him to calm down. 

"You have a pet wolf?! Since when?" Gareth screeches.

"Sssh, do you want Mrs. Wilson from down the way sticking her nose into our business?" Eddie asks, then reiterates, "And I said he's my friend, not my pet." 

"You can't be friends with a wolf, Eddie, that's crazy, even for you," Gareth insists, and Steve raises his head and growls, just a little.

Gareth clambers up and into the safety of the trailer, and Eddie laughs, looking down at Steve's warm eyes. He gets it now. Can totally see that these eyes are similar to Steve Harrington's, "That's not nice, you know. Picking on the little scaredy cat. It's like something you'd see in, I don't know, high school."

And the wolf whines.

"Hey! I'm not a scaredy cat! That's a goddamn wolf! I'm just smarter than you!" Gareth yells through the door, and Eddie laughs.

Steve snuffles, and lays his head on Eddie's thigh. His rowdy greeting apparently over with, content to let Eddie pet him.

Eddie strokes him gently, and whispers, "I'm glad you came back."

Gareth is still watching from behind the glass, and Eddie tilts his head far enough back to see him, "Look at him? He's a sweetheart. He won't hurt you. Come back out here."

And Gareth does, but he's still clearly leery of this whole situation. But he sits back down, eventually asking, "Can I pet him?"

"I don't know, you better ask him," Eddie says, because it's definitely not his place to let anyone else manhandle Steve if he doesn't want to be touched by them.

But Steve stretches his head over, indicating that he'd be open to this additional petting.

"It's almost like he understands us," Gareth says.

"He's a smart boy for sure," Eddie answers, scratching Steve behind the ear, before patting him on the butt. 

Steve whips his head around and nips at Eddie's hand, then licks it, "Okay, okay, no butt pats. You're not a cat. Got it. Sorry."

"Does he have a name?" Gareth asks.

Eddie doesn't miss a beat, "Harry." 

"Well, that's original," Gareth snarks, but Eddie doesn't care. He's not giving Steve Harrington a dog name. And he can't exactly call him Harrington. That'd raise questions Eddie's not prepared to answer.

"Well, he is hairy, ain't he?" Eddie asks, and Gareth can't help but nod, and it pleases Eddie.

Wolf Steve hangs with them all night, until morning threatens to peek over the horizon, and then he slinks away into the pre-dawn light to presumably turn back into a real boy.

"You're friends with a freakin' wolf. Like you're Snow White or some bullshit," Gareth whispers, and he sounds a little awed as they watch the wolf go.

Hell, Eddie's awed, too.

And Eddie's gonna miss him. One night a month isn't enough.

But he'll just have to wait. Eddie can be patient. 

Maybe.

He doesn't have to be patient for long. The next night while Eddie is stretched out on the couch, there's a knock at the front door. When he answers it, there's Steve Harrington, in full human form, looking back at him.

"Harrington," Eddie greets, but Steve's not beating around the bush.

"So, about those butt pats," he says, and Eddie throws his head back and laughs as he opens the door even wider. An invitation.

Was that a pick-up line? If so, at least it was original.

Steve can't be serious. 

But Steve crosses the threshold, and two can play at this game. He'll play chicken with Steve on this, so Eddie jerks his head to the right, "Bedroom's back there, big boy."

Steve doesn't hesitate, he steps towards him, and starts corralling him towards the back of the trailer, through the kitchen, applying pressure, guiding, without even touching him, somehow. 

And as he does it, he's shedding clothes. Confident in a way Eddie could never dream of being.

Holy shit. Steve Harrington is really getting naked, as he's backing Eddie's towards his bedroom.

Eddie pedals backwards, just watching, letting Steve encroach on his personal space, and then, his bedroom.

Eddie wonders if being a wolf just makes you more open, more free.

He's not sure, but he scurries along backwards, and once they're both in the bedroom, Steve kicks the door closed behind them. Eddie tugs his shirt over his head, trying to catch up before Steve changes his mind.

Then Eddie pauses:

"If you bite me, will I become a wolf?"

Steve rolls his eyes, "I'm not going to bite you."

Eddie pauses, "Well, what if I bite you?"

"Why would you bite me?" Steve asks, a confused wrinkle forming across his forehead. 

"I mean…" Eddie trails off, nodding towards the bed. 

"Don't make me regret this decision, Munson," Steve says dryly, but he's amused. Eddie can see it in his eyes. 

Eddie isn't sure why Steve made this decision at all. 

"Why are you here, for this, with me anyway?" Eddie asks. He needs to know. They've barely spoken to each other since high school. As far as Eddie knows, Steve only fucks girls. But now he's here, like he owns the place, corralling Eddie to bed?

He's having trouble processing all this new information at once. Eddie's friends with the wolf version of Steve, sure, but he wouldn't say the same for human Steve Harrington.

"Because I've realized I like you. Because you were nice to me, in wolf form. You weren't scared-"

"I was scared shitless!" Eddie interrupts, and Steve laughs.

"For like the first second. After that you were pretty fucking cool about a wolf all up in your face. Don't lie."

"Well…"

"Well, nothing," Steve snips, then his voice softens, "You understood what I most likely was and didn't care. Even if you didn't know who I was, you were pretty fucking chill about me coming to hang out."

Eddie nods. That's true, he didn't care. He'd made a friend, as wolf-shaped as it was. 

"You gave me a bath."

"Hey! I thought we agreed you were just an animal during that," Eddie argues.

Steve smiles.

"Before you, the full moons were lonely. And I dreaded them. But you changed that," Steve explains further, "And after we bumped into each other at the grocery store, I was fucking mad, man. Like, running into you, having you find out that way, it felt like it was the end of something I really looked forward to every month. But then I never heard even a whisper of a rumor that you'd told anyone what you'd figured out."

"I haven't told anyone. Didn't especially think they'd believe me if I did," Eddie laughs. But honestly, it never crossed his mind to gossip. The wolf had been good to him, and he figured it was the least he could do to be nice back.

Tit for tat, as it goes.

For Steve Harrington, or anyone else.

"And I'm grateful. I think it's just me around here," Steve says, "I never see any other wolves." 

"How'd you become a werewolf, if there's no other werewolves around? That doesn't make a lick of sense," Eddie asks.

"It was a Russian torture drug that turned me. When the mall burned down? I wasn't bitten by anything."

"No shit?" Eddie asks. He's heard rumors of what actually happened at the mall, picked up and filed away snippets of information the sheepies have dropped in his presence without realizing it, but he's never heard about Russian torture.

Steve nods. 

"I don't know if they did it on purpose or not. Robin didn't have it happen to her. Just me. So, before you found me, I was just lone wolfing it during full moons, and hoping everything went okay. Robin hated that I was all alone, but it was what it was. Then, I found you."

Eddie nods, and looks at Steve, chest full of hair. He didn't have that in high school, as far as Eddie remembers.

"Side effect?" he asks, pointing to his chest. 

"Yeah, a little. I mean, I wasn't bald or anything before, but it's sure filled out. Age or wolf, I don't really know."

Steve Harrington really turns into a freakin' wolf. 

Eddie reaches forward and combs his fingers through Steve's chest hair, and Steve tilts his head back, and whines. 

Oh fuck. Eddie's done for. This is it. The end of him.

It's familiar, and different, all at once. It's Steve.

Eddie's dick is so goddamn hard, straining against the zipper of his jeans, but all he wants is for Steve to keep making those noises. 

He'll let Steve fuck him. Hell yes, he will. He'll roll over like, well, a fucking wolf, he supposes. Bare his neck. Get mounted. Claimed. Whatever Steve wants, needs.

Only, that's not what happens. His daydreaming was a little bit off, as Steve flops on Eddie's bed, naked, legs spread open. Hand on his hard cock, stroking it as he watches Eddie. 

Eddie isn't even sure where to look. Steve's hairy thighs, his hairier chest, the aforementioned gorgeous cock now laying heavy against Steve's belly. Or his very obviously glistening hole.

"Holy shit," Eddie says, asking, "you want me to, you know?" 

Steve laughs, and Eddie isn't even sure where it comes from, but Steve's flicking a condom Eddie's way. Eddie bumbles it a bit, but catches it in two hands.

Okay, okay. Shit. He can do this. 

Steve wants him to do this?

"You don't, like, want me to submit to you?" Eddie asks, undoing his belt buckle, eyes trained on Steve's. He would. 

Steve laughs, "Not really. I want this."

"Okay," Eddie says, "cool. That's cool."

"Cool," Steve repeats, mocking him a little bit as Eddie's jeans hit the ground, like he can't help but be amused by Eddie. And Eddie likes that.

Eddie crawls on the bed, and slides one hand into Steve's hair, pulling back a little, and Steve whimpers. He leans down and presses his lips to Steve's, kissing him for the first time and eventually Steve opens his mouth, breathing into Eddie's mouth.

Eddie pulls back, "That's a good boy."

And Steve's dick jumps against Eddie's belly, leaking precum between them as he whines, and oh, he's a good boy, indeed.

Eddie takes his hand from Steve's hair, and slides it down his body, bypassing his cock, grazing his thigh instead, before sliding to the inside, and down, under his balls, fingers brushing against Steve's already slick hole. Eddie slides one finger in, then two, and three, and realizes Steve wasn't fucking around. He's gotten himself ready. For Eddie.

Goddamn.

Rolling the condom down his own cock, Eddie thinks his hands are trembling. He can't believe this is happening.

"Hey," Steve says, leaning up onto his elbows, "look at me."

And Eddie does.

"We don't have to do this. If this isn't what you wan-"

"It is," Eddie interrupts, "fuck, it definitely is."

"Okay then," Steve answers, laying back again, and then he slides one foot along the bedding, dragging it upwards, until his knee is bent. He's fucking gorgeous, and confident, and for whatever reason, wants Eddie. It's. It's, yeah. "Whenever you're ready."

Eddie's ready now, and he slots himself between Steve's thighs, lifting him up a little as he lines up and presses inside, deeper and deeper until he's bottomed out. 

His dick is in Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington is his wolf.

Steve whines, and Eddie takes the cue, and starts fucking him in earnest. Cock sliding in and nearly out easily, his balls slapping against Steve's skin with every rough thrust as he builds up a rhythm. 

He's fucking Steve Harrington, and Steve Harrington is liking it by the sounds he's making. By his actions. 

Fingers digging into Eddie's shoulders, his back, his ass, spurring him on.

It's not gonna last long. Eddie's too overstimulated by everything that's happened, and might happen again, in the future. 

He wraps his fist around Steve's dick, wanting to get him off first, and as soon as Steve comes all over his own hairy belly, Eddie slams back into him, chasing his own orgasm. Coming inside him, filling the condom, with a long groan.

Eddie never wants to leave, but he eventually pulls out, and gets up to dispose of the condom. He grabs his shirt and wipes Steve's stomach halfway clean, and then stands there, unsure what comes next. 

Is Steve gonna go? Gonna stay?

Stay apparently, because Steve opens his arm, and Eddie crawls into bed, sliding up against him. Sweat-slick bodies slotting together until they find a comfortable position. 

Laying with him, the afterglow making his mind fuzzy, Eddie wonders if wolves mate for life. 

He sure fucking hopes so.

When the next full moon fills the night sky, Eddie borrows Uncle Wayne's truck, and holds open the passenger door for his wolfie, watching as Steve easily hops in. Eddie rolls down the window with the hand crank, since Steve can't do it for himself in wolf form, and then goes around and slides into the driver's seat.

Enrichment, that's the plan. Steve doesn't need to spend all of his full moons cooped up in the trailer. He needs to be free. Wild. Run around. Feel the wind blow through his fur, or whatever. Eddie doesn't want to tame him, only love him.

So, Eddie takes him out into the country, driving the winding dirt backroads, until he finds a wide-open space, a field where Steve can run. Eddie runs with him, not nearly able to keep up with his speed, and once Eddie's quickly worn out, he sits down in the soft grass, intent to keep watching.

But Steve runs up and nudges Eddie under the chin with his snout, rubbing all over him, and Eddie lets him do it, Eddie eventually collapsing onto his back. Then, Steve crawls on top of him, the heavy weight of the wolf pushing him into the ground below. Eddie feels Steve's stomach growl against him, and he knows they'll meet Robin for breakfast in the morning, where Steve will absolutely decimate a huge stack of pancakes and anything else from their plates that he can get his hands on.

Wolfing makes his boyfriend hungry. And Eddie chuckles: boyfriend. Steve Harrington is his boyfriend.

And his wolf, who is currently licking Eddie's face, making him squirm and laugh harder as Eddie scritches the back of Steve's neck.

He's a good boy, Eddie's good boy, somehow.

And once Steve's tired himself out, Eddie loads him up into the truck, grinning as they head back to town. Glancing between the open stretch of road before him, and Steve beside him, hanging his head out of the open window, howling at the moon.

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Notes: Title is from the Metallica song of the same name. Pert Plus 2-in-1 came out in 1987, so I guess it's at least 1987 here, lol. Apple Pectin was a real shampoo. It was discontinued. RIP, Apple Pectin. I haven't actually smelled you in thirty years, but your scent is still seared into my brain.

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American Mate - (5) Heated Discussions (M)

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 5 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 3,354 (sorry it is so short)

Work count for Story: 20,717

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter has injury, anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, forced close proximity, and scenting.

This chapter has a slightly mature scene at the end. At the start of the mature scene, the following banner will be displayed:

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Keep Safe.

Keep Safe.

First, it was Taehyung, and now it's Yoongi. Alpha Space seems to be no joke. Derek was not lying when he said this mindset helps them protect. Let’s hope this doesn’t mean they will treat you like a child or someone incompetent.

Walking out of the elevator, you cannot help but smile softly at the rest of the Bangtan pack. While still in pain and minorly intimidated by the bodyguards, you felt safe around them. 

“Excuse me, Miss Y/n. I have a few things that I would like to discuss with you before we get going. Allow me to walk you to your van,” Manager Sejin directs you off to the side with a nod from Namjoon. 

Yoongi closely follows you as you go with Manager Sejin. “Miss Y/n, thank you for your care and consideration in this situation. I can promise you that it will not be easy for the eight of you, but it will be worth it.”

As he speaks, you feel a tail wrap around your waist, and a hand touches your back. Looking over your shoulder, you see that Yoongi has his hand on your upper back but keeps looking away from you towards his packmates. 

You notice that the group has gathered in a circle as if something significant is being discussed. Not wanting to keep Yoongi from doing something important, you look back at the manager, asking, “Manager Sejin, I do not feel so well. Can you please take me to the van? I would like to sit down and process things.”

He nods, moves towards the van in front, and opens the sliding door.

“Mr. Min,” you smile softly at the jaguar as he looks at you, keeping an ear tuned in to his mates. “I am going to go sit in the van. I am sure that I will be fine there while I wait for you and your packmates.”

Adding a bit of a pout to your smile, you ask, “Can you go and make sure everything is okay so that we can go? My hand is really starting to hurt?”

“Yes. Van safe. Manager Safe. Go packhouse now.” Yoongi responds.

After exiting the elevator, Taehyung makes to stay with you, Yoongi, and the manager but is stopped by Jungkook. The younger one knows Taehyung would want to be a part of the discussion that is soon to come, even if he is still in Alpha Space.

After you had gone far enough away with Yoongi and their manager, the remaining packmates circled up at the youngest's request. Automatically, the mates seek comfort in one another. It’s one thing to find your mate but another to find a human mate.

Jungkook hugs Taehyung from behind, while Jimin hugs Hoseok around the waist as he leans against Seokjin.

Most of the pack had been through finding mates since there were six of them before you came along. Jungkook was the only one who understood the concept of what to do with a new mate but had never been on this side of the situation. 

“There are two vans. Obviously, Yoongi will be going in the van with Y/n, but who is going with them?” asks Jungkook, looking around as it dawns on them that the vans only fit five people in the back. Each mate immediately started proposing why they had to be in the same van as you, all at once. 

Seokjin said he only got to speak to you before the observation room and needed to see if his Alpha would react like everyone else has so far.

Hoseok tops everyone, saying that he has only ever gotten to look at you and that it's high time he was able to speak to the newest mate.

Jimin agrees with Hoseok and thinks he can help get Yoongi out of Alpha Space on the trip to the packhouse.

Taehyung keeps quiet, his Alpha Space pulling at him to be near you again soon. However, Taehyung’s Alpha was much calmer and understood that being the second youngest meant he would most likely not be allowed to go. 

Jungkook argues that he was the one who got you to calm down in the break room, and your instincts are already reacting to him. Therefore, he is the best person to keep you calm from here on out.

Rubbing his temples, Namjoon lets out a sigh. He said you were ‘no trouble,’ but you really are gonna be trouble for them, but not in a way he is worried about. It's just going to be a change in dynamic.

“Guys, we all want to spend time with our new mate, but we must remember that she is human and doesn’t understand. Right now, all she knows is that Yoongi is deep in Alpha Space, and we, as a pack, must help her situation,” explains Namjoon.

“How are we going to tell her, Hyung? If her family member's statement is true, she won’t believe us,” Jimin says, looking your way, ears flat in concern.

“That is a good question. I don’t have an answer right now,” laments the wolf hybrid.

“We may not have much time to come up with something. She needs to know. She needs to understand,” Hoseok voices with watery eyes. If what that man upstairs said truly is the kind of person you are, they must help you grow to recognize yourself. 

Moving to hug Hoseok with the others, Jungkook adds, “She may know about hybrids, but she doesn’t know enough about the Alpha-side of the culture, and what’s even worse is that she doesn’t know how precious she is.”

“That’s it! I go in van. Show mate real!” Taehyung finally speaks up.

He turns to walk toward you with a puffed tail and determination, only to be stopped by Seokjin saying, “No, you have spent time with her. She knows you care, but she still thinks I am looking at one of the playmates they introduced us to. I am going to go with her.”

Within seconds, they are back to all talking over each other. Each of them demanded the other stay behind with justifications. This time, Namjoon joins in the fray. None of them notice that you have entered the van, and Yoongi is standing just outside the circle, watching the hushed chaos. 

With a stern voice that is just a bit louder than everyone else, Yoongi declares, “Packhouse, go now. Mate in pain.”

Silence takes over the group as they all look in your direction. Though you are inside the van, they can still see you. Taking in your appearance, they notice your wrist keeps swelling more, your face is paler, and you are bouncing your leg with nerves.

"Yoongi-hyung is right. We need to go. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, and I will go with Y/n. The rest of you will go in the other van,” Pack Alpha says with a hint of his Alpha voice, trying his best to get everyone going. 

“No,” Seokjin counters. “I pull the eldest card. Kookie, I am sorry, but you should go with the others and help with Tae. I want to talk with her.”

“Hyuuunnnnggg,” whined the youngest, “fine, I will sit in the reject van.” Jungkook stomps off to the second van. His ears droopy, and his shoulders rounded like a scolded child.

“We got our bun,” Jimin says as he follows, pulling the still crystal-eyed Taehyung along, muttering promises of scenting, nesting, and various kinds of cuddles if the Alpha joins him and the bunny in the second van.

Approaching the front van, Manager Sejin opened it for you, helping you inside. You noticed that the driver was already inside as well.

“Oh, hello. My name is Y/n, sorry for any delay to the schedule,” you smile and nod apologetically to the man at the steering wheel.

Shaking his head, the man turned to you and said, “Not a problem Miss Y/n, Mr. Park always runs late anyways. My name is James, I will be your driver for today. Do you have a music preference?”

“The boys will want to talk with her, Mr. Green,” interrupts Manager Sejin.

Nodding, James smiles, “Well then how about some soft jazz instrumentals for some background noise?”

“Oh, do you have any Miles Davis?” you ask.

Pulling up the satellite radio, James searches for your request, and several options pop up. Leaning forward, you find one called Cozy Fall Jazz Vibes, and you point it out to him, “What about that one?”

“Oh, I have listened to that one before. Nice choice, most people around your age don’t know enough about jazz even to know who Miles Davis or any of the others listed, Miss Y/n,” complements James.

“Music is the gateway to the soul and an escape route for emotions, Mr. James,” you say with a far-off look in your eye. “Besides, I think we are closer in age than you realize.”

“You have to be like 24, maybe 26,” comments James, which causes you to laugh.

“Add about a decade. I am 35, Mr. Green,” you say light-heartedly. You had lost count of the times people guessed you to be the wrong age.

Both James and Manager Sejin’s eyes go round with shock. It’s Manager Sejin who speaks up first, “You’re an 80 what… 85-liner?”

“No, unless her birthday hasn’t hit yet, she is a 1986 baby like me,” smiles the driver. “What do you do? Bathe in the blood a virgin or something?”

Snickering, you shake your head, answering, “Nope, I rarely do anything because it feels like acid on my skin but when I do its just some basic face wash, sometimes lotion, and I hardly wear sunblock.”

“Lucky, I look like someone ran me over with a car and backed up again,” teases James.

“No, you don’t!” You scoff and then say, “Since we are so close in age, why don’t you drop the Miss, and I will drop the Mr.? We can speak comfortably.”

“Sure thing!” A beep on his cell phone from a text pulls his attention for a moment before he excuses himself from the van to make a call while you all wait for whatever the pack is discussing.

Taking a seat in the van, you notice two captain chairs and a bench seat. Not knowing where everyone else sat, you figured Yoongi’s Alpha would practically require him to sit near you, which meant the bench seat would be the best. 

Sitting in the middle of the bench but on the edge of the seat, you bounce your leg while you wait because your anxiety is still bugging you. Your wrist is throbbing now as you cradle it like Yoongi did, but it just didn’t have the same pain-relieving effect. 

You wish you had something to drink as you eye the bottles of water sitting in the different cup holders. Wishing they had something more potent or painkillers, you keep quiet, and your eyes return to watching the group talk.

Noticing where your line of sight was, Manager Sejin grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler built into the center console in the front of the van, opened it, and held it out to you, asking, “Would you like something to drink? We only have water.”

Taking the bottle of water with a shy smile, you mumble, “Oh, thank you, Sir. I didn’t want to take something that belonged to the pack.”

Shaking his head, Manager Sejin can smell your nervousness as his eyes flit over your form. Then he takes a quick look at the pack. They are still deep in discussion. Finally, he looks you in the eye with a sigh. He says, “Miss y/n, may I give you some advice?”

Swallowing your water quickly, you give him your full attention and nod.

“You are a person. A person that has needs, wants, and desires. Don’t be afraid to speak up. Ask for things. Demand things. I know they can be a bit much, trust me, but they are each a person just like you. Idol or not,” Manager Sejin says with a fond but honest smile.

At the sound of footsteps, both of you look to see some of them approaching. Before he moves to the front seat, he says, “They will be there for you.” 

You are not sure what was more surprising.

The fact that the two captain's chairs could turn to face the backseat or that Yoongi allowed you to be sandwiched between his older packmates.

Seokjin entered first. He sat on the bench to your left, and you hurried over to give him room. This was short-lived because next came Hoseok.

Hoseok gracefully wiggled his way to your right side on the bench. No wonder he was a dance god, you thought to yourself as you dropped your eyes to the floor to avoid watching his chest and hips pass your face.

This puts you in the middle and makes you unable to keep any respectful distance between yourself and them. Feeling a blush creep up your neck and face as the two men’s bodies pressed against your larger form, you move to sit on one of the other chairs. 

“Sit. Safe. Hyungs…hmmm…” Yoongi starts to explain, but his Alpha Space limits his words since he and his Alpha don’t want to give too much information about you being their mate just yet.

“Sit, please, doll. Yoongi-hyung will want to sit near the door to be your first line of defense. I guess you could say,” Hoseok speaks up gently, pulling at your elbow and guiding you back to your seat.

“Yes. Keep Safe. Guard.” Yoongi says with the look of a drill sergeant on his face as he takes the chair near the door. Namjoon, having already taken his seat in the other chair, spun it to face you after a short conversation with the driver and their manager.

“Guarding the door, got it but I could sit in the chair and Mr. Prime Alpha could sit with you. I am sure it would be more comfortable with him here than with me,” you say, pointing to the man you are talking about.

Next thing you know, you are face-to-face with Seokjin as he leans his chest across your body to buckle you in. You hold your breath as you make eye contact with his deep, intelligent eyes.  

“I do hope you are not implying what I think you are,” Seokjin comments while handing Hoseok your seatbelt.

His eyes are searching yours for something. As your blush deepens, a smirk grows on his face before he says, “You are much cozier to sit with than Joon, Miss Y/n.”

You are dizzy at the thought of making yourself ‘cozy’ with Seokjin. Blinking rapidly, you try to return to this reality and out of the gutter as you chuckle a response, “Ah, cozy, ha ha, I don’t think Gabriel Iglesias uses that in his levels.”

A mixture of hissing and growls fills the van. Your eyes snap up to see that Seokjin is the one hissing as he sits back correctly in his seat. Looking over, you see Namjoon’s jaw is set, and Yoongi’s eyes have narrowed as they growl. 

Instinctually, you lean away from the dangerous noise makers, which causes you to press against Hoseok. Placing a hand on your elbow, he leans forward, whispering in your right ear, “Doll, I think you have had some rather mean and disrespectful people around you in your past, but you are with us now.”

Hoseok glances around at his bonded mates as he smirks, saying, “We do not allow for anyone to be self-deprecating. From the look on Yoongi’s face this isn’t the first time you have done this.”

Not taking your eyes off the three men whom you seemed to piss off yet again, “It’s not self-deprecation. It’s pointing out the truth, which helps me stay grounded.”

A soft hiss is heard in your ear, causing you to jolt forward, only to be stopped by an arm that has appeared now around your waist. Hoseok chuckles as he pulls you back against his chest. His warm breath only adds warmth to your already heated skin. 

Whispering in your other ear, “While it is nice that you are so instinctually responsive to us, Doll. You must learn to listen when you are told something. In time you will believe what we tell you as well.”

While time in the van seemingly stops and sound becomes non-existent, the focus is on you as you battle your various reactions. 

Your body responds in a mix of ways. The lean but fit body pressed against your back warms you, causing your heart rate to race. However, the deep chuckles, hot breath on your neck, and primal eyes watching you cause heat to start pooling lower on your body.

Your mind is back in your damn nightmare because you cannot seem to go more than five minutes without causing some adverse reaction from the world’s most famous male All-Alphen K-pop band.

To top it off, you are internally scolding yourself for losing your professionalism when all you want to do is figure out how to make them stop being upset at you and hide before they notice that you are getting riled up over basically nothing.

Your gutter of a mind now takes the nightmare of being hunted by the pack of Alphas in a much different direction. 

“Kookie! Kookie! Come on, bun. You know Jin-hyung is only trying to find ways to help,” Jimin coos at the upset bunny hybrid. Shaking his head, Jimin wonders why it is his job to always to calm down these two lovebirds. Guess it’s the price to pay for being the Hyung of the Maknea line.

Realizing Jungkook is a lost cause, Jimin undoes his seatbelt and sits in Taehyung’s lap, gaining his attention. Jimin asks, “Alpha, is this, okay? We really need Tae Tae back to help with Kookie and our newest mate. If I scent you well, can you let go?”

The crystal blue eyes look over his slightly older mate, “Scent then help mates.”

Smiling sweetly at the Alpha, Jimin noses at his jaw, causing the tiger to tilt his head to grant more space. Scooting forward and resting fully on Taehyung’s thighs, Jimin rubs his cheek along the taller Alpha’s jawline. Soft puffs of warm air blow across the Tiger’s neck, causing the Alpha’s breath to hitch. 

Continuing his scenting journey, Jimin sniffs down the tip of his ear, down his neck to the bend where the scent of ebony wood is most robust. Pressing a soft kiss to the gland, the scent of ebony wood, oranges, and vanilla mixes.

It is not long before the pouting bunny hybrid starts to watch his hyungs. Long forgotten is the reason why he is upset as he slowly releases his own calming cinnamon-like scent into the mix. 

Realizing that he has successfully got one of the two mates into a better mood, Jimin ups the ante. Shifting his weight forward, he lays his body flush against Taehyung. Within moments, Taehyung’s hand gripped Jimin’s tiny waist, pulling him in tighter.

Chirping happily at the response, Jimin kisses up and down Taehyung’s neck. When Taehyung starts to scent Jimin back, Jimin nips over the scent gland and laves it with his tongue, mixing their scents deeper.

Soon, the youngest joined them on the bench, sniffing the air and whining. Shifting closer, his bunny tail wiggled, and his ears stood as tall as they could inside the van.

“Tae-hyung, Minnie-hyung, can I join? Please?” Jungkook asks as he softly places a hand on Jimin’s thigh. 

Nodding, Jimin moves to the other side of Taehyung’s neck, and Jungkook takes his place. Drowning the spaced-out Alpha in the loving scents of his two mates.

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AN: Lowkey kinda can't get this out of my head, so we're just gonna write this, my daydreams have gotten out of hand and have spiraled. I present you this (Lowkey kinda sucks tho)

Wolverine x virgin!f!reader

TW/CW: wolverine refers to reader as kid but they ARE NOT A MINOR!! semi-public sex, male masturbation, handjobs, virgin/innocent reader, slightly dry humping/female masturbation

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

A dull ache settled in the front of his head, lips gently pressed against the cool glass of a beer bottle. It was a shitty remedy for a shitty situation, eyes fluttering closed as he gulps down another mouthful of the bitter liquid.

His ears pick up the faint pattering of bare feet against linoleum, looking up to see her. She was a sweet thing, he knew that. Pretty too. But he liked to ignore that part about her, as hard as it was.

"What d'ya want kid?" He glances over at her, bringing the beer bottle to his lips again. She stood there shyly, staring down at her feet as she swallows.

"Can't sleep." She takes a tentative step forward, breaching into the den. Thighs clenched together as her eyes roved over his exposed biceps, tanned and glistening in the low lamp light. Johnny Cash played his melody on the radio, melting away into background noise as he glanced down. Filthy little thing, wasn't she?

"Well sit down." He tilted his beer bottle to the free spot on the couch. Taking the invitation she scurried over, plopping down next to him. Closer than what she needed to, the smell of her perfume wafting into his nose.

He suppressed a growl from his throat, blinking away his headache and setting down his drink. He sat back up, settling his warm calloused hand on her thigh. Plush and warm, she practically squeaked. Her eyes stuck to the image of those rough digits digging into her creamy skin.

"I-" She stutters before breathing in. "I was wondering...Um..."

"What? Never had a man touch you like this princess?" He tilted his head, Logans eyes meeting yours, eyebrow raised. You swallow your words and shyly nod.

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Tsk tsk tsk, don't know what they're missin' huh. Such a sweet thing." He trails off, licking his lips and focusing back on you again. "Do you even know what a man looks like? Hm?"

Your eyes trail down, following the thick bulge in his jeans. A tightness developing in your chest, breath hitching. "N- No sir..."

Oh how pitiful. Such an innocent thing you were, weren't you?

"Wanna find out?"

You weakly nod and he shifts on the couch, opening up his legs a bit. Resting his arms up on the headboard. You shift, sliding off the couch before plopping down. Kneeling between those thick meaty thighs.

He practically moans, those wide little eyes staring up at him through those lashes. His heavy hand settling on the back of your head. "Go on baby"

"What if I do it wrong?" You whisper.

"You can't do an anatomy lesson wrong. Just-" He pauses, sighing with a laugh. "Unbuckle my pants."

You nod, clumsy fingers making quick work of his belt. Tossing it aside. Your palm brushes against his bulge and his breathing stutters, shutting his eyes as heat rolls down his stomach.

You open up his pants, watching him grow in his blue boxers. Your nails skim across the fabric, a tiny voice asking. "What's this Mr. Howlette?"

He shudders before answering. "Precum swee'heart...gets me lubed up. You really are innocent huh?"

You shyly nod, before tugging down his boxers. Your mouth grew dry, shifting as you grind back on your heel, the throb in your core growing more insistent by the second.

Thick and long, pulsing veins running up and down his length, his tip red and swollen. Oozing 'precum' as he called it.

You reach out, tapping his tip with the pad of your pointer finger. A hiss left him as his hips twitched, eyes focused on you like a wolf hungry for lamb.

"...you're...so swollen..." You mumble mostly to yourself, his dick jumping in your palm as you gently hold it in your hand.

He shudders. "Y- yeah. That's what ya do to me...princess."

You tilt your head, lazily circling his slit with your thumb. Needy whines leaving Logans mouth, his palm heavy against the back of your head. His fingers itched to get tangled in it, itched to pull and shove his cock down your throat but he restrained.

You were so new after all?

Your hands now moved on to the next play thing, groping up at his balls. "Does it hurt, when you're hard?"

He weakly chuckles, shaking his head. "It's...overwhelming at times...but it doesn't hurt. Fuck you're gonna make me cum-"

You tilt your head, looking down at his tip again, watching the precum dribble out. Sliding down the length of him, dripping off.

You tentatively lick your lips, pressing a tiny kiss to it. A groan finally leaves him as he squirms. "Shit.." His grip on you tightens, a slight tug at your hair.

You pull back immediately, looking up at him. "M'sorry..."

He curses again and shifts. "No, No. You're fine. Just-" He pauses, sighing, heat settling deep inside his stomach. A fire, an itch just needing to be scratched. "Just feels real good. Keep- Keep doing that."

You slowly nod, pressing your tongue flat against him, licking up as the saltiness of his precum coats your taste buds. Eyes flutters as you sloppily kiss his slit, hands groping and squeezing at his length.

It was sloppy, messy, definitely not the best hand job he's had but fuck you were just learning. And he was in utter bliss.

A throb started growing, tightening as he huffed, shutting his eyes tight. "B- Baby-" He hums and you suddenly take him in your mouth.

The warmth and drool against his cock was too much. Pleasure being ripped from his body, eyes shutting tight as ropes of his cum hit the back of your throat.

You gag, pulling back and choking a little before swallowing. Tangy and salty, it made you recoil slightly.

His eyes fluttered open, panting as he looks down at you and your clenched thighs.

"C'mere baby, let me return the favor."

[sunday-bug]

Time To Get Busy

Pairing: Husband!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: breeding kink, p in v unprotected sex, touch of somnophilia, praise kink, mirror sex, it's corn y'all

18+ Minors DNI (NSFW)

Synopsis: Bucky drops the kids off with their godparents so you can spent some quality time together in the sheets.

A/N: not beta read, but thank you to my Discord gals for encouragement 💗 my entry for @ramp-it-up 5k Challenge with the prompt “Look at me. I want to see how good I make you feel.” Some reader POV and some Bucky POV.

Two pairs of little feet pitter patter outside of your bedroom door and you hear giggles before the door knob slowly turns and opens. The twins rush in like an adorable tornado of blue eyes and wild hair.

“Mommy! Daddy!” They yell in unison, rushing to your bed and jumping up. “Wake up!” 

Bucky laughs next to you, reaching for your hand under the warm covers. 

“So much for sleeping in,” you joke to him with a groggy voice. “Good morning, bed bugs!” 

“Mama!” Jamie shouts, hopping on you. “Daddy!” Annie squeals, jumping on Bucky. He lets out a hmph as she lands, catching her in his arms. A tickle war ensues, and you let the twins believe they are the victors. You and Bucky are both sprawled out, covers kicked to the foot of the bed, in a fit of laughter. You meet his eyes and his gaze softens, followed by a sly smirk. He looks at the kids and sits up. 

“Guess what guys? Guess who you’re going to see today?!” He asks them, putting on a show of excitement and anticipation. You look at him curiously, not sure what he’s talking about. Today was just like any other Saturday - you’d sleep in if the twins allowed (they did not), make breakfast (waffles in the Mickey Mouse waffle iron), take a long walk to the park (and try to pry them off the slides when it was time to leave), come home for a family nap (bliss), and then make ice cream sundaes after dinner (extra rainbow sprinkles for Bucky, but he’d never tell a soul). It was the routine. You had it down pat.

Annie and James start jumping up and down on your bed, “Who?!” “Tell us!” 

“Uncle Sam and Aunt Darcy!” Bucky shouts, scooping them into his arms. They both squeal with delight. Any chance they got to spend time running around the Wilson place, they took it. 

“Buck? Since when?” You ask, looking at him with wide eyes. 

“Since last week. They want to babysit.” He says, running a hand through his mussed hair. The kids jump off the bed and run down the hallway yelling Sam and Darcy’s names the whole way. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you, love. I’m taking them over in an hour and picking them up after dinner.” He pushes your messy hair out of your face and kisses your forehead. “We need some time just the two of us, and I think Sam and Darcy want some practice.”

“Practice?” You ask with a gasp. He laughs and waves off your assumption.

“Not yet, but he told me they’re going to start trying.” He explains with a smile. You nod and silently thank the Gods. They’d make such fun parents. You turn to get out of bed before Bucky stops you, his hand on your arm. 

“You’re staying right here.”

“But I need to pack their bags. They’ll need their nap blankets and Annie will need her stuffed-” Bucky’s hand comes up to your mouth before you can finish.

“I packed everything last night after you fell asleep. It’s all ready to go. I got their blankets and Annie’s stuffed wolf. It’s all taken care of. Now, do as I say, Mrs. Barnes, and stay right here in this bed. I want you here when I get back.” He says the last part with a mischievous grin and a tingle goes down your spine as you sink back under the covers. 

“At least send them in to give me a hug and a kiss before you guys leave!” You beg as he gets out of bed to get them ready to go.

“You got it, mama,” he agrees with a wink.

You lie in bed and listen to the sounds of your little family in the other rooms - Jamie is stomping around pretending to be a dinosaur while he brushes his teeth, Annie is singing her favorite song from Moana while Bucky does her hair, and Bucky? You listen to him laughing and talking to your kids. He’s the best dad, just like you knew he’d be. And this surprise day with just the two of you is exactly what you need. You love being a mother, but you’d be lying if you said you never missed having time with just your husband. Life has been busy and a bit stressful lately, and you think Bucky could sense that. Plus, you’ve been wanting to talk to him about actively trying for another soon anyway. Today would be the perfect opportunity - a quiet chance for the two of you to talk with interruptions, as cute as those interruptions may be.

“Mama!” You hear them both yell as they run into your room again. 

“We’re leaving! Darcy is going to let us eat dessert before dinner!” Jamie exclaims with a cheesy grin. 

“JJ! You can’t tell Mama that!” Annie scoffs. You laugh and shake your head. 

“It’s okay. It’s a special day with Uncle Sam and Aunt Darcy. You can eat dessert whenever you want, as long as you mind your manners and listen to them. Got it?” You ruffle Jamie’s hair and boop Annie’s button nose. Bucky walks in at that moment, car keys in hand.

“You munchkins ready to roll?” He asks with a smile.

“Yes!” They shout.

“Give your mommy a hug and a kiss and we’ll hit the road,” he says, watching from the doorway. They do as their father tells them and you squeeze them extra tight, not worrying too much because you know they’ll be in good hands with their godparents.

“Wait by the door. I’ll be out in a second,” he announces to them, watching as they run back down the hallway. “And you,” he says, gaze darkening as his eyes sweep over you, “keep this bed warm for me. I mean it.” He kisses your forehead again before leaving with the twins.

You listen to the front door shut behind them and spread out in the bed, putting your face in Bucky’s pillow and inhaling softly. Home. You fall back asleep quickly, clutching his pillow to your chest, covers still kicked to the foot of the bed. 

—

I open the front door and hear my phone ping. It’s a photo from Sam - the twins smiling while holding Darcy’s pet rabbits. They were already having a blast. My body relaxes at the thought. I take off my shoes and jacket and sneak back into the bedroom. My wife’s asleep - her mess of curls cascading across the pillows, the bed covers bunched near the footboard, her pajama shorts hugging her hips perfectly, and her delicate arms wrapped around my pillow. She’s clutching it to her body and breathing steadily. I can’t help but to skate my eyes over her body. Mine.

I shed my t-shirt and jeans and carefully slip into bed beside her, mindful not to wake her. I pull the top sheet over our bodies, and wrap my arm around her middle, pulling her close. She murmurs something I can’t make out and presses into me. I close my eyes and nuzzle into the crook of her neck. No perfume, nothing fancy - just her. It’s the best smell. I need it bottled so I can bring it with me on missions. She keeps me going - her and our little ones. I never thought I’d have a family, let alone one this perfect. Lately, however, I’ve been wondering what she’d think about adding another little monster to our crew. It’s part of the reason I made sure we had a day to ourselves today - I want to talk to her about it and just be with my wife like old times. She pushes her backside into me again, this time a bit more deliberately, and mutters in her sleep. I hear her phone ping on the nightstand and reach for it, wanting to make sure it wasn’t Sam or Darcy needing something. I don’t recognize the app the notification is from, and try to lock her screen again, but my thumb brushes it and the notification opens fully: “Time To Get Busy: It’s Ovulation Day!” Oh? Oh. I click the phone off and set it facedown on the nightstand again, my heartbeat thumping a little faster now. Did she want to? We’d been so busy with life lately, we hadn’t talked about it properly. Obviously our “pull and pray” method has been working, but we needed to talk more.

She presses her ass fully into me now and I can finally make out what she says this time: “Breed me.” I groan internally at her unconscious words and feel myself get hard. Fuck.

I run my hand up her pajama shorts and palm her bare ass. She must be dreaming because she murmurs again, but I can’t understand what she says. So cute. Her thighs clench together suddenly. She’s not dreaming about puppies and rainbows - she’s having a sex dream. My hand glides under her shorts over her hip to rest on her lower abdomen. Her own hand comes down to rest over mine and she guides it between her legs. I glance up at her, but she’s still sleeping. Her eyelids flutter as I feel how wet she is. My hips rut into her and she moans in her goddamned sleep. “Buck.” That little sound breaks me and I insert a finger into her, curling it slightly. Her eyes open and meet mine. 

“Were you having a wet dream about me, baby girl?” I whisper in her ear, adding another finger at the same time. She bucks her hips into my hand and smiles.

“I guess it’s not just a dream now,” she sighs. “Were the twins okay when you left them?”

I kiss her neck, “They were so excited. They’re going to have fun.” 

“So are we apparently,” she grins, turning to face me. I remove my fingers and pull her into me face-to-face. 

“So… what were you dreaming about, gorgeous?” I kiss her nose and put my hand on her tummy under her (my) t-shirt.

Her cheeks turn pink and she buries her face in my chest, a giggle erupting from her body. “Umm…”

“You talk in your sleep, did you know that?” I tease, moving my hands up to palm her breasts.

“I do?!” She exclaims, eyes wide. “Oh God, what did I say?” 

I laugh and pull her into me even more so my chest is up against her still unfortunately clothed chest. “You said a few things, but I only made out my name and one other thing. It was quite naughty.” I tease her.

“Buck! Tell me!” She begs. I capture her lips with my own and kiss her.

“I could just show you instead,” I say as I roll onto her, pinning her to the bed beneath me.

—

You laugh and luxuriate in the simple, delicious feeling of his body weight above you. No place on earth has ever felt more safe. His blue eyes look into yours and you know you want to reenact your dream. “Bucky?” 

“Yes, my love?” He asks sweetly while rocking his hips into yours, creating the best kind of friction. 

“Let’s have another baby,” you whisper, biting your lip. He immediately smiles. “That’s what I was dreaming about.”

“I want another one, too,” he breathes out, pulling your t-shirt over your head and planting kisses down your sternum and breasts.

“But, first - tell me what I said in my sleep. Please.” You plead.

“You said ‘breed me’. And I intend to.” He says the last part with a rumble in his chest as he takes off your shorts and his boxers. Your cheeks heat at what your unconscious mind admitted. “Watch it take the first time again,” he says with a devilish grin, kissing your neck, leaving little bites and nips. “I can’t wait to see you like that again. Showing everyone that you’re mine.” You clench at his words alone, loving the thought of what was about to happen.

“Yeah? Like what?” You ask, daring him to say more.

“Pregnant with my baby. Well, babies last time,” he says with a chuckle, pressing his hips into yours even more. “You look so fucking pretty like that. And I love knowing it’s because of me.”

You blush at his words and brush your fingers down his biceps. “Well, what are you waiting for? Put a baby in me, Mr. Barnes.” Bucky groans at your comment and drags his tip through your slick. 

“Gonna make you a mommy again,” he whispers into your neck as he slowly pushes into you. “You’re so wet and ready for me. I wonder why,” he adds sarcastically. You look at him quizzically and he lets out a huff of a laugh. “Your phone pinged earlier so I checked it. You’re ovulating today, baby girl.”

“Oh, my period app. What-mmm, that feels good-what a good day to have to ourselves then, huh?”

“A perfect day, more like it,” he says, his hips now rocking into you, coating him in your arousal. You look down to watch him move in and out of you and catch his eye. 

“You love watching, don’t you?” He asks breathily. “Come on then,” he says, pulling out and maneuvering you to the foot of the bed and angling your bodies in front of the dressing mirror. You get on your hands and knees and he positions himself behind you, lining his cock up at your entrance. “Watch,” he demands, and you look at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror. Your hair is a mess and your cheeks are flushed. Bucky is looking down at you, his hair a bit disheveled. You watch as his hand raises right before it slaps your ass. “Good girl,” he breathes out as he slips into you in one motion. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, my girl. Like you were made for me.” Bucky picks up the pace and you watch him in the mirror as he works behind you. His right hand reaches around your waist to your clit and starts to rub gentle, deliberate circles. You let a moan loose at the contact and fuck back into him on instinct. “There ya go, baby. Just like that," he assures you.

“Ah, Bucky, that’s-that feels perfect. Don’t stop,” you whine. You reach behind you to hold his other hand and he takes it gratefully. The angle is delicious. “Fuck!” You cry out. 

“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you, pretty baby?” He whines, snapping his hips into yours with precision. 

“Mmhmmm,” you moan. He lets go of your hand and brings it to your chin, directing your gaze to the mirror. “Look at me. I want to see how good I make you feel,” he instructs you. You meet his eyes through the mirror and do your best not to close your eyes or look away. The coil in your lower belly is about to erupt. He keeps rubbing your clit and slaps it once, twice, three times. “Fuck, Bucky-” you cry out, shuddering around him. He starts driving deeper into you, making you ride out your orgasm on him. 

“Just like that, mama. Keep going for me… you got it. Such a good girl.” He praises you, pushing the hair out of your face before pushing you down onto the bed, off of your hands and knees. “Legs together, baby,” he instructs you and you snap them together in compliance. He leans down to pepper kisses from the back of your neck all the way down your spine as he moves gently in and out of you. 

“I love you,” he whispers. “You’re my angel.”

“I love you so much,” you whine, your legs still shaking a bit from your undoing. He brushes his knuckles over the backs of your legs.

“You okay?” He asks, still pumping in and out gently. 

“I’m so good,” you say, looking up at him through the reflection. 

“Good,” he says, grabbing your hips in his hands and picking them up a bit while pressing your chest into the mattress. He presses into you completely and stays there for a moment, looking at you. “You’re so fucking pretty, my love,” he muses as he starts fucking you harder and faster, “but you're going to look even prettier full of my cum.”

You clench around him, loving when he’s a bit rough with you. “You like that?” He asks, spanking you. “You like to think about me blowing it all inside of you, huh? You’re my little cumslut, aren’t you?”

“Oh, fuck… yes!” You cry as his balls slap you with each thrust. His chest heaves and tendrils of his hair fall into his eyes. 

“I’m so close. You going to be a good wife and take it all?” He groans. “Be my good girl and don’t waste any, yeah?”

“I won’t waste any, sir, I promise.”

“Fuck yeah,” he says with a sigh, gripping your hips even tighter, almost painfully. “Here it comes.” He moans loudly as he spills deep inside of you, cock twitching for what seems like a full minute. A whimper escapes his lips and he finally pulls out. “If you’re not pregnant after that, I don’t know what to tell you,” he teases, turning you over and kissing you sweetly.

“You’re precious. I love you so fucking much,” he says with another kiss before rolling over and lying next to you.

“I love you, Buck,” you whisper, pushing his hair out of his face. “You’re my everything.”

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[starryeyedwolves]

Her Name is Cleo

Sirius Black had a love.

A great, undying, unwavering love.

Well—two, technically.

One was Remus, his boyfriend of nearly a year, who kissed him like he mattered and made fun of him like he didn’t. The other was Cleo his motorbike.

She was sleek, fast, and—according to Sirius—the most stunning creature in existence.

Unfortunately, he also spoke about her like a man in the throes of passionate romance.

Which led to… problems.

"I think I’m in love," Sirius declared one evening, sighing dramatically as he sprawled across the common room sofa. His head lolled back over the armrest, black hair spilling like ink.

Remus, sitting beside him, didn’t even look up from his book. "You’re already in love. With me."

Sirius grinned, rolling over so he could rest his cheek against Remus’ thigh. "Obviously. But Cleo is a very specific kind of love."

Across the room, James looked up from a game of Exploding Snap. “Hang on. Who’s Cleo?”

Peter blinked. “You’re not cheating on Remus, are you?”

Remus didn’t even blink. “No. He’s not cheating. Unfortunately.”

Sirius sat up, eyes gleaming. “I would never. But Cleo—oh, Cleo is—she’s something else.”

James frowned. “You… met someone?”

"Met her last week," Sirius said, practically glowing. "The moment I laid eyes on her, I just knew."

Peter looked scandalized. "And Remus is just okay with this?"

Remus shut his book with a sigh. “She’s not a person. She’s a motorbike.”

A beat of silence.

James blinked. “Wait—seriously?”

Sirius looked personally offended. “She is not just a motorbike, Prongs.”

Remus rubbed his temples. “Here we go.”

“She purrs when I touch her, Moony,” Sirius said, eyes shining. “Like, a real deep, satisfied purr. It’s beautiful.”

Peter choked on his pumpkin juice. James groaned.

Remus muttered, “This is my life now.”

The problem only got worse.

Sirius brought Cleo up constantly, and Remus found himself in the unfortunate position of acting as the Official Clarifier of the Fact That Cleo Was a Bike.

It wasn’t always easy.

Take, for example, when Sirius burst into the Three Broomsticks exclaiming, "Merlin, Cleo gave me the best ride of my life!"

Remus, mid-sip of his butterbeer, nearly choked. Across the pub, a group of Gryffindor girls giggled. Someone wolf-whistled.

Sirius, oblivious, went on. "I swear, she only gets smoother the more I handle her—"

"He’s talking about his bike!" Remus interjected, louder than necessary.

Peter looked vaguely horrified. James had his face in his hands.

A Hufflepuff boy nearby turned to Remus and asked, “Wait—aren’t you two dating?”

Remus nodded tightly. “Yes. Which is why I feel the need to clarify loudly and frequently that Cleo is not a person.”

Sirius just grinned. “What? It’s true.”

Remus groaned.

Then there was the time McGonagall overheard.

"I’m skipping Hogsmeade this weekend," Sirius had said one morning in the common room. "Spending time with Cleo instead."

"That’s sweet," Lily said with a teasing grin. "How long have you two been together, again?"

"Few months now," Sirius said. "But I knew from the moment I got her that she was the one. She’s wild, but I like that. Bit of a handful, though—"

McGonagall, who had been passing by, froze. "Mr. Black."

Sirius turned. "Yes, Professor?"

She looked him up and down. Then, slowly, she said, "I trust… you are speaking about an object?"

Remus, seated nearby, buried his face in his hands. "His motorbike, Professor," he supplied, voice muffled.

McGonagall stared at Sirius for a long moment before shaking her head and muttering something about entirely too much drama for a Tuesday.

The worst, though, was when Mrs. Potter got involved.

"Sirius, dear," Euphemia said one afternoon, fixing him with a kind but firm look. "James tells me you’ve been quite… infatuated lately."

Sirius, busy polishing Cleo’s handlebars in the Potters garden, grinned. "Yeah. She’s brilliant."

"Mm." Mrs. Potter sipped her tea. "I’d love to meet her."

"You’re looking at her!" Sirius patted Cleo proudly.

There was a beat of silence.

"Ah," Mrs. Potter said at last.

From the doorway, James groaned, "Mum, I told you."

Euphemia turned to Remus with a mother’s concern. "You’re sure he’s not… seeing someone else?"

Remus didn’t even blink. "If he were, he’d be less dramatic about it. No, Mrs. Potter. Cleo’s the motorbike. I’m still the boyfriend. Unfortunately."

"Oi!" Sirius called. "You say 'unfortunately,' but you love it."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Sure, love. Whatever you say."

The thing was—Remus did love it. Love him.

Even if he had to share Sirius’ affection with an inanimate object.

He watched Sirius sometimes—when he thought no one was looking. Watched the way his hands ran lovingly over Cleo’s curves, how he whispered to her like she might whisper back. How he said, “You’re perfect, love,” in the same voice he used when they were tangled together in bed.

It was ridiculous. And sort of sweet. And absolutely Sirius.

“You’re jealous,” Sirius said once, teasing.

Remus snorted. “Of Cleo? Please.”

Sirius leaned in close. “It’s okay if you are. She is very shiny.”

Remus gave him a flat look, which Sirius kissed off his lips before laughing into the space between them.

Remus wasn’t jealous, not really.

Because every time Sirius climbed off that bike, helmet in hand, hair wild and cheeks flushed from the wind, he came back to Remus.

Every time, he’d find him in a crowd, pull him close, kiss him like the world had stopped spinning.

“Missed you,” he’d whisper, soft and sincere.

And Remus would melt. Every time.

So no—he wasn’t actually jealous of Cleo.

But he was definitely going to hex her horn the next time Sirius called her his soulmate in public.

Some things just weren’t worth the headache.

[dodger432101]

Uneasy Introduction - Lux Imperator/Mr Ring-A-Ding x Reader Part 6

[Phew. This part did not want to be written. Between fighting the cold I got and some form of writer's block this has taken longer than I wanted. But I have persevered and am feeling bettter! Hopefully the rest of this little story will flow better. Anyway, enjoy!]

Saturday. 5:30am. Your nerves wake you up early, blinking groggily at the dim lights of the projector room. Weird, they're usually brighter. Lux must've messed with them. But that's not a problem right now. For the first time in 5 days, someone other than you, Mr Pye and the God of Light was going to be in Palazzo. You really hope he doesn't upset Lux, there were already 15 trapped souls in the building. As curious as you were as to how they ended up in film, you didn't actually want to see a 16th get added to the film strip. Even if you hated him. 

You try to sit up but a weight on your chest keeps you down. No, it's not the guilt of wanting to see your co-worker die to your God lover. It is your God lover himself. Lux is curled up on top of you, deep asleep, a triplet of Zs floating animatedly above his head. In the quiet of the room you can hear his breathing. Is he going “honk shoo” in his sleep? He is. He's mumbling “honk shoo” under his breath. Is he actually asleep or just pretending? 

Deciding to test this, you gently cradle the small God as you shuffle to the edge of the mattress. Once you're there, you carefully roll to your side, slowly depositing Lux onto the bed while you slide off. Seems he's really asleep, he didn't even stirr from the movement. Now out of bed, you use the gained space to stretch your limbs. 

Your co-worker wouldn't be here until 8, 8:30 if he was still the late runner he was before. Seeing as he was still a terrible flirt you wouldn't be surprised if his lateness hadn't changed either. You're already up, though, you might as well start getting ready. 

You'd slept in a T-shirt and shorts you'd bought on your trip out. Luckily, your work clothes were still in here. Lux had put them to the side, neatly folded. You take a glance behind you at the sleeping God before you undress. Even though he's seen just about every inch of skin on you, you still feel that need for privacy while you change. Out of your sleepwear, you start with your bottom half. Underwear and pants on. You sit on the nearby chair to put your socks and shoes on, no point flamingo-ing it and potentially going over. Lux would laugh at you, you just know it. Top half next. You're just clipping a bra on when you hear a wolf whistle behind your back. 

Lux has awoken. He's sat up just enough to watch you, his head resting on one hand. His eyes are half lidded, a tired but naughty expression on his face. “Well, well. It's a damn good morning for me.” His voice is deeper, scratchy from sleep. Gosh, that really shouldn't warm you up as much as it does. You giggle as he yawns, little legs stretching. “Don't stop on my account, angel.” The God of Light tiredly winks at you, eyebrows wiggling as he smirks. 

“Lux. I'm getting dressed, you silly cartoon.” As you turn to pick up your work shirt you hear a dramatic whine behind you. 

“No patty-cake before work, sunshine? I could do with the energy boost.” His voice is even deeper, seemingly trying to tempt you over. You roll your eyes endearingly before you pull your shirt on, keeping your head turned to watch his reaction. Lux deflates, eyes big and sparkly as he tries his puppy eyes on you. Deciding to be nice, you stand and turn to face your God while you button up the shirt. He stares right at your chest while whistling again and panting like a dog, tongue out and all, making you laugh at the extremely cartoonish display. Once it's buttoned up fully, Lux looks up to your eyes. He has a loving gaze in his. “Golly gee, pretty lady. I'm definitely gonna have you on this bed tonight. Right after that other little cleaner leaves, I'll have you screaming loud enough for him to hear as he walks home.” 

Well, it's good to know he can still make you blush. You walk over to the smug little toon, picking him up and slinging his small body over your shoulder before you make your way to the kitchen to get breakfast, a giggling wriggling Lux in your arms. While you cook, Lux reads the pamphlet on Miami you'd gotten him yesterday, sitting on the counter near you. At times he points at the paper and asks about certain things or places, listening intently to your response before nodding and sticking his pig nose back into the pamphlet. It seems he knows the concepts of things but no real knowledge of them or what they look like. Maybe that's why he was unaware of sex; he knew the basics of what was required for reproduction but had no idea of the process that brought them together. Just about everything around him must be new to him. 

You end up just making pancakes and frying the remaining eggs of that packet. Adding some fruit onto the plate perks it up a bit, at least. Lux couldn't care less, immediately shoving half a pancake into his mouth. You eat your eggs first just to get them out of the way before you go for the nicer stuff. Halfway through your meal, the sound of someone entering the building in a rush echoes quietly. Your God doesn't even get the chance to tell you who it is before Mr Pye rushes in, quite out of breath. “Sir? What's wrong?” You go over to him straight away, concerned for your boss.

“Nobody's going to come in today or tomorrow. Why didn't we think about this before? Oh, why did I say it was today’s problem? Now it's today and he's going to be suspicious about everything.” Shit. Of course, you’re the most recent -and only- person to come in since Lux appeared and 15 people went missing. “Damn it, does he not know about the missing people?! Surely people have been talking about it by now, it's been 6 days! What do we tell him if he asks? What if he sees..” Reginald takes a few deep breaths, a hand on his forehead. Seems your boss has been stressing about this since he woke up. Though what could you tell him? There was the excuse of maintenance being needed on the machines, something could’ve broken. That’s not too suspicious, right? Mr Pye had more knowledge on them than you or your coworker, he could easily make something up that required the picture house to be shut both days. Your biggest concern was still Lux. How would you ever explain the living cartoon in the building? And that’s leaving out the fact he’s a God. 

“Gosh you humans do worry a lot! It’ll be fine! Come on sunshine, finish this plate before I do. I’m sure Mr Reginald Pye will figure out some way to trick this coworker of yours.” Speak of the devil. Lux is now holding your plate, a piece of fruit in his free hand. The pamphlet he was reading is.. Nowhere to be seen. Actually, when had he picked it up in the first place? You’d left it on the table, and Lux had never gotten up. The movement of a plate being shaken at you snaps you out of your thoughts. “Angel. It’ll be ok. I promised not to trap him, heck, if he gets annoying I’ll just chase him off! It’s surprising how scared humans get of this little toon body!” The carefree giggle of the God of Light calms your nerves. Right, what was there to worry about when you literally had a God on your side? While you finish off your breakfast, Mr Pye goes to find something that could be “broken” to explain the lack of visitors today. You take the plate off Lux, petting between his antennae before you go to put it in the sink. It’s only 6 now. There was plenty of time to prepare. 

By 6:30, Mr Pye has set up one of the projectors to appear as if it is malfunctioning. He tries to explain it to you and Lux but as you both give him blank stares he sighs. Simply put, playing a film through this was a fire hazard. That made a bit of sense to you, you knew just how easily these film strips would go up in flames from your time working in Palazzo alone. Mr Pye had been strict about matches and smoking for this reason, firing more than a few rule breaking employees. Though you knew he himself smoked, the smell and the state of his fingers gave it away. “Well, if you don’t understand the technicalities my dear, your dull-as-bricks coworker won’t in a hundred years..” You snort at your boss’ dig at his own employee. He wasn’t wrong, though. That poor guy had to be shown, step by step, how to use the popcorn machines. After the 5th attempt failed, it’s safe to say Mr Pye offered the cleaning role to him for everyone’s safety. Speaking of popcorn, Lux has a bag of it in his hands. That look on his face is awfully mischievous..

“This cleaner guy’s gonna need something to clean up!” The little God runs off into a different theatre before you can grab him, laughing away as you chase him up the steps and around the rows of seats. There’s probably more of a mess being made than if you weren’t running after Lux, but you’re locked onto your target now and there’s no way you’re giving up. Eventually the toon trips on the steps, an array of slapstick sound effects playing as he bounces down to the bottom, landing face first. The popcorn from his bag has successfully been spread around the room. When Lux doesn’t move for about 10 seconds you -more carefully than he did- get down the stairs to check on him. 

Just as you kneel down and put a hand on his shoulder to roll him onto his side, the God of Light jumps up onto you and knocks you down. He growls playfully as he straddles your middle, your hands locked together as you wrestle. His toon strength wins in the end and he pins you down, chuckling along with you as you still try to push him off, to no avail. You finally give in, breathing heavy, hands pinned besides your head as you stare up at Lux. The playfulness is gone, he’s looking at you with the same expression as when you were done getting dressed earlier. He slides up so he’s hovering just below your chest before he leans down, his head right above yours. His eyes flick down to your lips, smirking as he looks back to your eyes, an eyebrow raised. You try to lean up to close the gap but Lux keeps you pinned. The God above you chuckles before leaning down the rest of the way for you, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. He lets go of one hand to cup the back of your neck, running his fingers through the hair he can reach. The feeling of him tugging gently at the roots makes you hum, raising your free hand to give him a taste of his own medicine. His reaction is stronger, a full moan opening his mouth and allowing your tongue entrance. Lux shivers as you lick at the walls of his mouth, the hand on your neck moving to the floor to stabilise himself. He frees your other hand to pull the hair on the back of your head just enough to have it on the floor. Before you can react Lux breaks the kiss and sits up hastily, nearly ripping off his coat and vest. He throws them to the side and leans back down to kiss you again, one hand on the side of your neck while the other runs through your hair. As you lift your hands to undo his bowtie and start unbuttoning his shirt, you feel him chuckle against your lips. Your God breaks the kiss to mouth at your neck, his teeth scraping lightly over your skin. “Atta girl, sunshine. You know just what I want.” 

You’re halfway down his shirt when the sound of a door opening and closing makes the both of you jump. No, no way. He can’t be here that early. He’s always late! Lux growls against your neck quietly, though it’s far different from the sound he made at you during your wrestling. It’s deeper in his throat, the growl of a frustrated God that was interrupted during his time with his angel. He quickly dips down to your neck, teeth pinching at a bit of skin near the front, sucking at it with enough force to make you whine. “Lux, we don't have time now.” With a grumble the God lets you go. Once he's gotten himself off of you he gives you a hand up before going to retrieve the clothes he threw to the side. 

As he redresses Lux turns to you and winks. “Guess we gotta play our roles for now angel. Don't worry, I'll behave.” He tips his hat to you before scampering on up to the projector room. Hopefully he just stays out of sight. That would leave something for you and Mr Pye to not have to come up with an excuse for. You fix up your clothes and hair before you head off to greet your co-worker (as much as you didn't want to). 

Thankfully Mr Pye had intercepted him before he found you, you're able to sneak past them and grab your cleaning equipment. You're not so lucky on the way back, only your quick reflexes stopping you from colliding with the man you've been trying to avoid. “Oh! Good morning pretty dolly! Give those here, let me do the sweepin’.” Your co-worker puffs his chest up before he takes your pan and broom, walking off into a random theatre. Well. That's nice, less work for you. While he does your job, you go to see if Mr Pye needs help with anything.

You're back on film strip dusting duty. When you give your boss an unamused look, he just smiles. “Would you rather be out there with your best buddy?” Your huff gets you a chuckle and a pat on the back. “I am sorry, my dear. I'd have a talk with him if I had any grounds to. Shame he keeps his flirting for when he's alone with you.” To be fair, your words on their own weren't enough to get him into trouble. Sadly you were a woman in the 50s. Besides, he still had that air of malice to him that jump started your heart rate around him. Maybe it'd be best to not give him a reason to be angry. You're interrupted from your thinking as Mr Pye begins whistling, his back facing you as he stands by the “broken” projector. He's doing a pretty bad impression of examining it, seems that acting wasn't one of your boss’ specialties. 

The both of you turn quickly to the sound of your co-worker dashing in. “I'm sorry sir but- well you see.. gosh I don't know what's happening.” You immediately tense, fearing he'd seen Lux. “Something, someone.. keeps throwing stuff at me. I've checked every room, I can't find anyone but I swear.. popcorn, chocolates, heck an empty cardboard box came flying at me one time!” He's paler than when he came in, breathing heavily. As much as you want to laugh, it's clear the God of Light’s pranks are really freaking him out. Mr Pye looks between you and the other man. 

“I see.. well, we haven't heard anyone from in here.” You shake your head in agreement. “Let's all go have a look. If there is someone in the picture house it'll be better to be together.” The three of you go to the theatre where the popcorn attacks had happened. Of course nothing is thrown now there's more people in the room. As you pretend to search the rows of seats, the echoes of.. tap dancing? Jump around the room, making your co-worker look around wildly. 

“Nevermind your broken projector Mr Pye, this place is haunted!” He's now holding the broom to his body like it'll protect him, eyes scanning the room. You share a look with your boss. He's trying his best not to laugh. That doesn't help you, you have to put a hand to your mouth and turn away. While your co-worker is looking at the curtains over the screen, you spy movement in the projector room before a wrapped up piece of chocolate comes flying out to hit the scared man on the back of his head. He lets out a quick high pitched yelp at the contact and whips around. “See, see?! Haunted! Something’s set on tormenting me! Well, I'm not about to let it win.” Before either you or your boss can stop him, he runs up towards the projector room. As he rounds the corner to get to the door, Lux hops over the gap the projector light shines through into the theatre, posing and winking to you before dashing out of the room with his signature giggle. 

Mr Pye gestures with his thumb after the fleeing God. “You might as well join him. Keeps you away from the “haunted” guy.” As he leaves the room, you go after Lux, leaving your co-worker by himself in the theatre. He looks out of the projector room to watch you, his eyes lighting up as he sees you go a different way from Mr Pye. You were alone, or so he thought. 

You find Lux in your personal theatre, still giggling away to himself. “‘It’s haunted, it's haunted!’” His voice goes multiple octaves higher to mock your co-worker, making the both of you laugh. “Oh, this is so much fun toots! I can't wait for tomorrow, I gotta think of some more pranks to pull on this rascal!” At the sound of said rascal you quickly shoo Lux to hide somewhere, watching the little God jump behind a row of seats before you turn to -as you dreadfully thought- your co-worker. 

“Hey, whatcha doing in here by yourself dolly? Ain't you worried about this.. ghost?” ..Dolly? He called you dolly too? Lux peeks over the seat, glaring daggers at the man. Who does he think he is, sweet talking his angel? 

“Oh! I, uh, heard laughing in here. Thought maybe.. there were kids playing some pranks on you.” You can't help but back up as he approaches you. His steps get longer so he can get to you quicker, a sickening little smirk on his face. Though once he's close enough that smile quickly drops. 

He looks down at your throat, right where Lux had been sucking on the skin earlier. “Who.. who did that to you?” Confused, you run a hand over where he's looking. You don't feel anything, so you furrow your eyebrows at him. 

“Who did what?” 

“That.. mark on your neck. Looks like a hickey. Who did it?” Your face scrunches up at his accusatory tone. It felt like your dad was lecturing you. Or.. a jealous boyfriend. Yuck. 

Covering up the mark with your hand, you glare at him. Unaware of the increasingly angry God doing the same thing not far away. “It's none of your business who did it. I'm not yours.” You feel eyes on you at that. A smile flickers on Lux’s face. That's right, you're his. Not that man's. 

Your coworker isn't as happy about that. He huffs, turning his head to look out into the hallway before closing in on you again. You're stopped by an annoying wall, sliding along it towards the stage as the man keeps following after you. “Then whose are you, hm? I know you haven't been out, haven't seen you in town until yesterday. Who have you been with? Who could you possibly have been with?” 

“How the hell do you know where I've been? You fucking creep, have you been stalking me?!” You're against another wall, your coworker's back to Lux. As the man doesn't answer and only walks towards you, a deep, dark growl erupts from the seats. He whips around towards the sound, freezing at the sight before him. 

Lux crawls over the seats towards the both of you, eyes glowing gold as he stares right at your co-worker. He's not even bothering with the Mr Ring-A-Ding disguise. Just a pure angry God. “Ya think it's funny, scaring a girl while she's alone, huh?” When Lux steps up onto the stage you finally realise. He's taller. The once under 3ft cartoon is now at 4ft easily as he approaches the man who's pissed him off. “Well mister, perhaps you need a bit more scarin’. Tossin’ popcorn at your head wasn't enough, evidently.” Lux has him walking away from you, backing up the now shaking man towards the entrance to the theatre. 

“I.. I'm coming back. Tomorrow. I'll get you out of here.” Your co-worker points to you. “Get you away from this.. thing.” Before either you or Lux can react, he seems to decide he'll do it today and pushes Lux into the theatre’s seats to get to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you. As much as you try to pull your wrist free, even bashing his hand with your unoccupied one you can't seem to shake his grip. Your God gives chase after recovering, growling all the way as he struggles to get used to his taller form, at times on all fours to try and catch up. The lights flicker brighter and dimmer as you run past them, looking desperately for anything to get this mad man off of you. You're nearing the entrance to the building, sunlight beaming in through the glass. Lux slides to a stop at the sight of it, panic rising to his face. He can't get to you. As a last effort, strips of film fly past him to reach for you. Your co-worker drags you in front of him and pushes you out the door, out of the film’s reach. The little God has to watch helplessly as you're pulled away from Palazzo, a hand still reaching out like you'll materialise next to him if he tries hard enough. He stands there until you're out of sight, his body shaking with an array of emotions before he crumples to the floor.

Your co-worker drags you all the way to your house. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” As he stops in front of your door, you get the opportunity to punch him right in the nose with your free hand. God you'd wanted to do that for so long. As he's busy whimpering in pain and clutching his -hopefully- broken nose, you're free to fish around your pockets for your house key. Thankfully you'd put it in these pockets or you'd somehow have to get back to Palazzo with this guy on your tail. There was the option of going to your coworker's house but at the moment you'd rather sleep outside on the street than be with him. 

He looks up at the sound of you opening your door. “Gosh, I'm sorry for saving you from that.. thing! Did you not hear it growling? It could've killed us!” The man tries to walk into your house but you quickly kick him in the stomach, keeping him outside. 

“At what point did I ask to be saved?! I think you'll find that ‘thing’ was growling because you're a fucking weirdo! How did you know I hadn't been out? You been checking my house, keeping an eye out for me while you're in town? Don't answer, I don't care at this point. Just know, if I see you again, I will take you back to that picture house and personally fucking feed you to that ‘thing’!” At that, you slam the door in his face and quickly lock it. With a heavy sigh you walk further into your house, checking the clock as you make your way to the kitchen. God, it was only 1. You take a quick peek out the window. He's still there. He's going to camp outside your house, isn't he? Another sigh leaves your body as you make your way upstairs. It might not even be the evening but today has worn you out. As you settle on your bed, your thoughts turn to Lux. Hopefully he's doing alright with your absence.

Lux is, in fact, doing anything but alright. He's moved from the entrance of Palazzo, now hiding in your projector room as he thinks of a way to get you back from that pest. Mr Pye was an option, though older. Not as fast, probably wouldn't keep up if the man dragged you away again. Maybe.. if he can just find something to lure that guy back, he could trap him in here. Make him pay. His frantic brainstorming is interrupted by Mr Pye gently knocking on the door. “Um, Lux, sir.. where’s our cleaner?” His question is met with an otherworldly growl. 

“Gone, Mr Reginald Pye, she's fucking gone! That.. that maniac dragged her out of the building!” Lux runs a hand over his antennae, trying his hardest not to take out his anger on the old caretaker. What was happening to you? Is he hurting you? Did he kidnap you? The God of Light clutches his head, still not used to all this worrying. 

Mr Pye is silent for a minute, before he reaches into his pocket. “I think that man will be back soon enough. I doubt he'd want to be without this.” Lux looks up at that. In the human's hand is a small black box. The toon looks unimpressed until Mr Pye opens it. Inside is a ring. Lux knew what it meant, he'd seen similar kinds in the films he'd watched. 

That man wanted to marry you. 

Your co-worker digs through every pocket he has on his work clothes, searching desperately. Shit, it must've fallen out as he ran out the building with you. Damn it, he'd saved up for more than a year for that thing! That was his one chance to get you to be his. Yeah, you'd turned down the rest of his advancements but what girl could resist a ring? There was always the chance it had been lost after he'd gotten out the building, he thinks, as he walks back the way he'd run with you while he checks the ground. Besides, that.. creature wasn't actually that scary. He was taller than it, in your coworker's mind that meant he could beat it. It's not long before he ends up back at Palazzo, no sign of the box. Guess it did fall out while he was in there. With a shrug, he opens the door and walks back in. As he checks the floor, he misses the sound of the lock clicking into place. Sealing him in. Sealing his fate.

[I'm sure he's fine. Don't worry about him, you'll go back to check on him next time! By the way.. you guys ever thought of using the film strips as bondage? I am >;)]

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Sir - May 2 - word count: 298 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Do you understand what I’m saying, Mr. Lupin?” Dumbledore peered at Remus over his half-moon spectacles. 

“I’m afraid I don’t, sir,” Remus replied passive-aggressively. “Why are we leaving my boyfriend with the Death Eaters? I thought that he’s one of the best Aurors we have.”

“He is, but he’s also a liability. It would be best if we just left-”

“A liability,” Remus stated, staring Dumbledore down as best as he could. “Really?”

“Yes, my dear boy-”

“I am not your boy,” Remus seethed. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think that he was being possessed by the spirit of the wolf, telling him to protect his family.

“Well then, Mr. Lupin, tell me what you suggest instead. It is either we leave Sirius with them or we risk losing Mr. Potter and Mr. Pettigrew due to their lack of focus on the field.”

Remus almost scoffed at his audacity to insinuate Sirius was the one distracting them. “You know what, Dumbledore? I do have a suggestion. How about you go onto the fucking battlefield yourself instead of sitting here in your office and ordering us around?”

“Do not speak to me that way-”

“Then we’re getting Sirius, whether you like it or not. I don’t care if I’m not authorized- it doesn’t matter. I love him, Professor. Isn’t that what you always tell us to do? Believe in the power of love?”

Dumbledore sighed in defeat. “Fine. Get Mr. Black out. You have my permission.”

“I don’t need your permission, but thank you anyways. And by the way, if either of us send in our resignation letters after I get him back, you’re going to accept that.”

“It’s for the greater good, Mr. Lupin-”

Remus snorted derisively. “Greater good my arse. I’m done being your pawn.”