#i want to scream and tear off my clothes like a werewolf in a full moon

[yandere-sins]

Good Omega

a/n: Halloween part one! I was actually a bit surprised someone would request A/B/O!AU for this, but I can never deny a bit of omegaverse for the soul ♥

Fandom: Original Content     Pairings: Yandere!Alpha!Werewolf x GN!Omega!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Lemon!, Omegaverse kind of sexual, Overall horniness, going into heat, Genderneutral genitals and then one cock, Creampie mention, Impregnation wish, ...Beastiality? Do Werewolves count in that? It is lowkey consensual tho lol, But of course Dub-Con), Violence (Off-screen murder mention, Blood mention, Claws mention, Biting/Marking mention, Minor Injuries like scratches and bruises, Fear, Dread), Hunting/Chasing (non-kink)

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With your breathing wrecked from the untrained sprint your forced your legs into, you crashed into the thicket surrounding you.

The forest was never-ending tree trunks in your way, bushes tearing at your clothes and skin, sucking out the blood from your cuts and bruises. Dread coated your tongue, and fear choked you, tightening your throat so you could neither swallow nor scream. There was no way for air to go in or out of your lungs, but even so, you kept pushing onwards.

But there was no escape.

"Human," the creature snarled, its heavy body crashing into the trunks behind you, claws ripping off the bark of the trees it clawed into in a cacophony of horror. "My omega."

Its snout sniffing after you was so loud, so eager. So pleased. He could have been right behind you or still far away, yet, the sound grated over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your breath hitched, and a low growl of knowing echoed through the forest.

"You can't run from me. I know where you are."

Falling to his four legs, he left thuds whenever he landed on them, bolting, running, hunting. You choked back a scream as you kept moving, an especially tough branch getting stuck on your shirt, ripping off a scrap of it. You turned, briefly, holding the side of your chest and feeling the scratch bleed over your fingers. It will keep him busy, you thought, hurrying along before he could catch up.

You didn't deserve any of this. Not the exercise much too hard for your poor body, and not the pain going through every muscle while adrenaline and fear kept you moving against their wishes. Your Halloween had been supposed to be a fun party night with friends, walk the streets, laugh at silly costumes, and admire the carved pumpkins. But when you sat down on some tree trunks, laughing and drinking, things turned into the horror movies you'd secretly watch when you were still a teen, thinking they could never be real.

The costume had looked so sick but amazing. Faux fur intricately weaved into a bodice and mask. No one had feared the person approaching your group, everyone much more in awe than anything. But you couldn't have known that this wasn't a friendly encounter. That the full moon illuminating the forest ground had been an indication, the warning signs in front of the forest entrance weren't just for the common wildlife, but every life!

A howl rattled through your bones as the werewolf following you must have found your blood-smeared piece of fabric. It made your gut turn, wanting to throw up the alcohol you had consumed. But there was no time to idle. No time at all. Your core clenched with ecstatic fear as the sound vibrated through your ears, a throbbing sensation going through you every time the beast did anything to let you know it was right behind you.

You had no idea what was wrong with you, a part of your brain so muddled by your feelings it wanted you to lay down into a submissive mess, ass presented in the air for your pursuer. At the same time, your sanity and reason were appalled by your sudden need pulsing between your legs.

"I'll make you mine," the creature growled, no longer occupied by the shabby piece of fabric after having a whiff of you. "Cease this chase, Omega, or I'll make sure you won't be walking for a long time after I'm done with you."

There was something excitingly dominant about the creature calling you his and asking you to give up. You knew—you knew—it was crazy to consider, but maybe you were infected by a poison that had gotten into your bloodstream after getting cuts and stings all over your body in this forest? Perhaps it was the alcohol? But whatever excuse, you felt your face flush with heat, and you bit back a moan.

More growling. More throbbing.

You resisted and kept moving. But for how long would you be able to? When would it stop? Where was the exit to the forest? Did you want to leave?

"Fuck!" You could hear his fangs snapping angrily as his body bumped into the trees you had just passed. He was so close to you now, and a breathtaking odor filled your nose, making you gasp, your legs wobbly.

"I can smell you, Omega. You're so fucking wet. Why do you keep running from me?!"

"Go… go away!" Finally, you found your voice, screaming the words as loudly as you could, desperation and fear choking the building lust inside you into silence. That monster killed your friends! Chopped them right up, and you were next! This was no time to get horny! Your body's reaction to being chased by a six-foot-tall monstrosity was genuinely unhelpful. Why did it make you want to spread your legs in the middle of this dirty, thorny forest ground so badly?

"NEVER!" it echoed back, and you shuddered, the last resistance giving away with your legs that could no longer support you.

Sinking to the ground, it wasn't the painful roots and leaves combo you expected, but soft moss welcoming you into a cool embrace. The air, too, felt icy even though it had been an unexpectedly warm day. Had the temperature dropped, or were you just unimaginably hot from all the running?

The heavy footsteps approached you, animalistic snarling and teeth snapping together gave you a visceral reaction shooting through your whole body and into your loins. Whimpering, you squeezed your legs together, trying to hold back the tears as the sight of the monster came into view. Clasping a hand over your mouth, a smell so sweet it threatened to overwhelm you with pleasure, your heart demanding to be let out of your chest while your remaining clothes got soaked in your juices.

"Please be quick," you sobbed into your palm, tears overflowing. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to be mere blood dripping out of his murderous snout with teeth sharper than any thorn caught against your skin. Closing your eyes, you were shivering as he drew closer, his gaze scanning over you. It was like he could see right through you, and you hoped his nose wasn't actually good enough to really smell all the nasty reactions you had to him. He wasn't a very good-looking monster, shaggy, unkempt. And yet, at the same time, you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck, let him take you one last time before you'd die.

But now that your body had given up, what else was there for prey to do but wish for a quick and painless death?

"Omega," the werewolf snarled, lowering onto all four feet so he could crouch over you. The snout drew along your face, down to your neck and your instinct was to bare it to him, the slimy feeling of his tongue dragging down your skin, the long muscle wrapping around your throat appreciatively, making the small scratches sting but your heart race.

"Good," he grunted, the praise hitting you with a jolt of pleasure right in your core. Letting out another whimpered moan, you bit your finger, trying to muffle your reactions, and he grunted in response. "Finally you get it."

"Get what?" you babbled. "What's happening to me?"

One clawed hand found its way under your shirt, and you gasped, feeling the rough pads of his palm stroking over your skin, a burning hot sensation left behind after every touch. Lowering his body to yours, he gripped your waist—looking mightily tiny in his huge grip—and pressed you up and against him, a bulging, throbbing resistance meeting your hips as you crashed into his.

This time, you could not hold back the gasp, and he took his chance, sliding his tongue down yours, burying it deep in your throat. You were choking on the eagerly exploring muscle, a mix of saliva and blood coating the rough texture of his tongue. Yet, you couldn't help but relish in the affection, cupping his elongated face with your hands. Wiggling only caused more friction between your bodies, and you weren't the only one moaning. However, the creature's version sounded gruff and desperate, not as lovely as yours.

"You're in heat, Omega. When we met, your body recognized what it was meant to be. Soon you'll need me so much it'll drive you insane."

"I- I don't… what?" you asked, dazed by the disgusting yet almost intoxicating taste still running down your throat even after the werewolf released you. He made no sense to you, neither his words nor why he kept calling you "Omega" or why he hadn't killed you yet. In fact, he was almost gentle handling you, as much as his mutated body allowed. "What will happen?"

"You'll go insane, little Omega. I will have to rut you, fill you with my seed. Mark you, nest you, take care of you. Until you are satisfied with me, I won't rest."

Fuck. What was he going to do? Rut you? Fill you? Mark you? Didn't that sound divine–

"WHAT?" you screamed, suddenly snapping back to reality. His ears folded in an angry expression, the sound positively jarring to sensitive ears. "No! No, no, no! I– No! I can't!"

Your last sentence came out in a pitiful whine, a sound you didn't even know you could make.

"You can," he growled, pressing his hips forward, his cock long and demanding and ready for your tender body to swallow. "And you will!"

"No! No, please, no!" Sobs releasing from your throat, you clasped your hand over your mouth while watching the werewolf's expression grow irritated again. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to die. But you couldn't do this either!

"I'm scared," you whimpered, and the werewolf breathed out in a kind of long sigh, though he relaxed some of the tension in his body.

"No need, little Omega. I'll prepare you. Make good use of this tongue for you. I'll take care of what's mine, and all of this–"

Sitting back on his knees, he gripped your body, lifting you from the ground and onto his lap. You gasped in surprise as he pressed you tightly against his chest, slowly standing up while carrying you without so much but a huff. "All of this omega is mine. I waited so long. I deserve this."

"I still don't understand…" you whimpered fearfully, but your legs betrayed you, wrapping tightly around his waist and pressing you against him. The werewolf let out an appreciative hiss as your fingers scratched over his skin, a purr building and rumbling in his chest. You still didn't know what was going on, except for how warm this body was and how tired you suddenly felt, snuggled into the surprisingly fluffy fur of the monster while his purr vibrated deliciously through you.

"You will, Human," he assured you, putting these strong, crooked legs into motion as he carried you back deep into the forest. Looking over his shoulder, you saw the space opening up beyond a few more trees, your eyes widening as you realized how close you had been to escaping the forest. Perhaps not the werewolf, but almost you had done it. Though it didn't really matter now that you were holding on to him, letting his comforting scent embrace you.

Every movement rubbed you against the creature's body, a massive, thick cock pressing at the entrance between your spread legs. Only the fabrics between you two kept him from rutting right up inside you. Moaning, you buried your face deeper into his shoulder, getting drenched in aphrodisiacal musk, making not just your mouth water. Without warning, you opened your lips, bared your teeth, and bit down.

The monster staggered, a long growl snarling out of his snout before he regained composure, though his steps quickened, urged by desire. "Patience," he gritted out through his teeth, though his husky voice sounded immensely satisfied. His words did not apply to him as his cock twitched against your rear demandingly, the taste of his blood inflaming you more.

"I built you a nest where I'll claim you, and you might too, if you so desire, little omega."

"Mhm," you sighed, leaning against his shoulder drowsily. Nest. That sounded good. Cozy and warm. Hopefully full of blankets and pillows and more of his scent. How far were you gone that you wanted to be buried in his fur while clinging to him?

"Good omega," he purred—purred—and you threw your head back in relish as the sound alone almost pushed you over the edge. "You're so needy and ready for me, aren't you?"

Fuck, you were. There was no denying it.

You hated this. You didn't want to be with this monster, much less accept what he promised to do to you. But your body betrayed you, writhing in his grasp, letting his cock dry hump you all the way to his cave. You knew as the darkness swallowed you that you were done for, but all you could think about was just one more bite, the comfort of a nest, and a cock filling you like the missing puzzle piece to your body.

You knew he'd give it to you, all of it. And when he laid you down into the softest of hides, mixed with the fabrics of clothes, picnic blankets, and anything one could imagine to be found in the forest, you spread your legs, letting him rip off your clothes and cover you with the warmth of his fur before preparing you as he promised, the orgasms never ending as you begged and pleaded for more like a good little slut. Eager to be filled with his seed until your stomach would swell with his pups.

All while you didn't know and didn't care that you were lolling in the bloody clothes of your friends.

It was a small cost for finding your alpha. Some lives in exchange for learning about your true calling. Your destiny.

Because you were a good omega.

[fandomnsfw]

Changes  Epilogue - Scott McCall x Reader

Paring: Scott x Reader

Prompt: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur 

Warning: Labor and stuff... 

And a BIG thank you to my Beta who did this even though she wasn’t feel well! @lets-imagine-fanfics

Last Chapter! I hope youuuu enjoy!!

Pictures for this ending!

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It’s been months since you and Scott had complete the bond. Working out how it worked had been a task but you’d finally managed, with the help of Deaton to find out all the perks and downsides. You were currently sat in the school cafeteria with the pack.

The perks of being true mate are, you can speak to each other through thoughts, however, it does require concentration. Another perk is you can channel Scott’s True Alpha power if you need to, though you had only done it once and that was because Liam and Jackson had been fighting and bitching while everyone was trying to train and you’d had just about enough.  

Your eyes had changed colour after the bonding, which you found strange. Once you’d ask Deaton, he’d explained that an Alpha’s mate also known as a Luna, should have similar eyes to omega's except the blue is a lot darker. However, as a true mate, the most submissive wolf of the two gains the ability to channel the stronger wolfs power there for mixing the eye colours together.  

So the result was pinky-purple eyes. Personally, you found it weird but Scott always went on to say that you had unique eyes and that they were beautiful. Derek actually agreed, apparently, he thought to have eyes like yours meant you were special and being special was never a bad thing.  

Your bond with the pack had grown through the past few months. The younger teens of the group now came to you for help or advice despite the fact that you are actually the newest wolf of the group.  

“Liam, get your ass of your brother before I decide you're not too god damn old for time out!” You snapped as you sat down with your glass of orange juice.  

“Sorry, mom!” Liam answered back cheekily, knowing it pissed you off.  

Melissa strolled into the room with a coffee and her work clothes on. She and Scott had recently been talking about moving into the Hale house permanently mainly because bills were too much and Scott wanted his mom not the work so much.

She sat next to you and held out her cup for you. You took it with a grateful smile but as the scent of the coffee hit your nose full force you began gagging. Melissa and Scott frowned as she followed you to the bathroom. She held back your hair as you threw up everything from this morning.

“Honey, are you okay?” She asked softly, stroking your face as you sat up with tears in your eyes.  

“This is the second time this week…” You muttered fearfully the only thought crossing your mind is that you caught some sort of fucked up werewolf disease.

“Y/N! BABY! YOU OKAY? I CAN FEEL YOUR PAIN AND SADNESS!” Scott screamed as he skidded down the hall before backtracking to see you sat there next to the toilet.

“Again?” He asked with concern lacing his voice.  

You shot him a nod as Melissa muttered to wait here before running downstairs. Scott bent down to hold you tightly against his chest as he muttered words of comfort. Melissa ran downstairs to see Chris and Derek were the only ones in sight.  

“You two!” She yelled as she pointed at them both. They looked up in shock before nodding and the same time.

“Go to the store and get loads of pregnancy tests!” She demanded with wide eyes.  

“Melissa don’t tell me yo-”

“Christopher Argent I went through menopause two years ago. Your sperm ain’t that magical.” Melissa sassed, cocking her hip to one side.

“So who?” Derek asked with amusement in his tone.  

“Chris doesn’t have super sperm but turns out my son might! GOOOOO I WANNA KNOW IF I’M GONNA BE A GRANDMA!” She yelled impatiently. Chris and Derek’s eyes widened as they took in what you said before they started scrambling about like getting that test was now their only goal in life.  

“Why is Der spazzing out like he switched places with me?” Stiles asked as he came into the room with Peter.  

“I think Y/N's pregnant.” Melissa puttered before telling them to keep it quiet.  

“OH MY GOD! YES!” Stiles screamed before glancing at Peter. He held out his fist and unexpectedly, Peter gave him a fist bump.

Five minutes later Chris and Derek ran in sweating and panting with two carrier bags. Melissa grabbed a plastic cup from the kitchen before making her way upstairs. She hid the tests in her room before taking the cup the bathroom.

“Sweetie, can you pee in this cup, please? I know it’s gross but I need to run a few tests and this is the easiest way.” You gave her a nod before she and Scott left leaving you to do what she asked. After you’d done she took the sample and walked to her room leaving you and Scott to worry.

Melissa dipped about 20 pregnancy tests in the sample before putting the lids on the end and waiting. She turned her back not wanting to watch but all the same wanting to watch every second. After she looked at her watch for what seemed to be the millionth time she finally deemed it time. She spun around and stared down processing what she was seeing.

There laid 20 pregnancy test and every single one was positive. Melissa tried to contain her excitement as she ran to yours and Scott’s bedroom you now shared. She was panting and had a giant smile on her face as she reached the door.  

“There is nothing wrong. You’re perfectly healthy just like a werewolf should be.” She said as she took a breath to calm down.  

“So why do I keep throwing up?” You asked with a frown.

“It’s nothing bad just you might wanna start eating a little more and coming to see me for check-ups.” Melissa gave you a small smile but her response made you worry even more. If nothing was wrong why would you need to go for check-ups? That’s when it clicked.  

Nothing wrong = This is good news

Eat more = Eating for two

Check-ups = Ultrasounds

“OH. MY. GOD. SCOTT MCCALL, YOU ARE DEAD!” You screamed as you launched at him with glowing pink eyes.  

“WHAT WHY!?” He screamed as he ran out the bedroom with you running after him.

“YOU AND YOUR DICK ARE DEAD!” You screamed as he ran downstairs in the living area where Peter, Derek, Stiles and Chris were sat.  

“WHAT THE HELL DID MY DICK DO!?” He squealed as you tried to hop over the couch to get to him but missed him by a hair.

“Y/N! Be careful!” Melissa scolded causing you to stop and realise, this wasn’t just your body anymore it was a shield that was protecting another life so you had to treat it differently.  

“Why am I being chased?!” Scott panted as he looked at his mom and mate.  

“I’m pregnant, dumbass.” You muttered a blush working its way to your face. Unlike how you imagined this moment to go later in life it was different. You didn’t have time to think about the usual stuff. Would Scott leave you? Would he make you abort? Does he even want kids? because as soon as you said it Scott picked you up with a giant smile.  

“Really?!” He asked as he stared into your wide eyes.

“Y-Yes at least that’s what I figured Melissa meant.” You glanced at her with wide eyes before she gave you a nod.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna be a Dad!” Scott chuckled his face lighting up like you’d never seen.  

“I thought it was the Moms who glowed during pregnancy, not the Dads?” You snorted before glancing at Melissa.

“No actually the Dads are glowing and the Moms always look like zombies. The back pain, the boob pain, the feet swelling, the throwing up, the eating of weird shit. You name it.” Melissa shot you a sinister grin and suddenly you felt the urge to kill your baby daddy.  

After 20 seconds you had Scott on the floor standing on his chest with one foot. When the front door opened you glanced over to see the Sheriff and shot him a sarcastic smile to let him know you were pissed.  

“Why is Scott being punished?” The Sheriff snorted as he stood and glanced down at Scott who sent him a wave.  

“I dunno should I tell him Scott? He is basically my Dad after all!” You growled as you applied for pressure to Scott’s chest earning a wince from him.

“Tell me what?” The Sheriff muttered with a glare quickly making it way to his face as he glanced at Scott.

“Papa if you’d be so kind as to hand me your gun first before I tell you that would be great.” You asked sweetly but he immediately passed his gun to you.  

“I’m pregnant.” Was all you said, before stepping away from Scott, with a smile on your face.

“I’m gonna be a grandad?” You gaped at the man who you classed as your father confused to why he wasn’t killing Scott.

“OH MY GOD! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS HAVING A HARD TIME ACCEPTING THIS?!” You screamed before storming up the stairs, placing your ‘Dads’ gun on the table near the front door before you went.

You stormed into Lydia’s room without knocking which resulted in a naked Aiden falling off the bed and a naked Lydia sighing. They both looked at you and kept their mouths closed before they began getting dress.  

“Honey, what happened?!” Lydia asked as she sat on the bed waving at you to come over. You glanced up at her from the door, tears streaming as you finally spoke up.

“I’m pregnant.” Aiden gasped whereas Lydia opened her arms and you ran into them.  

She held you as you cried never saying congrats or this is good news. She just held you and right now that is what you needed. Aiden moved to close the door before sitting back down and stroking your back.  

“I know its scary baby girl but listen to me when I say this.” She pulled you away and cupped your cheeks.  

“You will be a great mother.” That was the only thing you needed before you broke down completely.  

“You are not like your mother. You are kind and you’re fearless and above all else, you always protect your family. I know you’re scared and I know you want to run baby but right now I need you to think about your child. I know you’re 18 and haven’t even finished high school yet but I also know if anyone can do this…it’s you.” She whispered into your hair as you clung to the other girl. Suddenly Aiden shocked you into sitting up by speaking.

“This child will never go unloved or want for anything. We’re your family and we’re here to help you. No matter what Y/N.” You and Aiden always took the piss out of each other and teased one another but you had a bond that not many others could ever understand. He stared into your eyes, letting you know he was sincere and you gave him a small smile that screamed thank you.  

“I think you should go and talk to Scott.” Lydia stated as she looked at you with a smile. You gave her a nod before drying your eyes and making your way downstairs to find Scott.  

You found him sat in the living room with the other as his teeth worried as his bottom. He looked up before rushing over to you and hugging you so tightly. In that moment you knew you could do this because your family would never leave you and would always believe in you.  

….

“Lydia, I really don’t think we need a designer pram…” You muttered as you strolled through the shops with Derek, Lydia, Peter and Stiles.  

“Maybe, but it’s the first pack baby and if we need to we can put it in the attic for when another pack member has a baby.” Lydia argued as she glanced at Derek.  

“I hate to say it but I actually agree with Lydia.” Derek grunted as he glanced around the prams. You looked around and spotted a pure white pram that stood out to you. You strolled over to it but as you tried to check the price tag Peter grab your wrist and nodded to the Derek. Derek turned to the sales-person with a smile and handing over his card.  

“Peter! I wanna check the price first!” You snapped angrily but he just shook his head and began dragging you out the shop. The next shop was for clothes which you dread because you had yet to tell anyone but Scott, Melissa and your Dad the sex of the baby.  

“Right you’re gonna have to tell us the sex or this is gonna be difficult.” Lydia sighed as she glanced and the expensive multi-designer brand baby shop.

“Girl.” You muttered quietly but you knew she’d heard you when her and Stiles let out a scream before running off.

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell her. Now she’s gonna buy so many clothes that are desi-” You looked to your side to see Derek and Peter had disappeared and were now cooing at baby Gucci dresses.

“Seriously!” You huffed before walking over to Derek.

“Do you not think it’s weird for a teen mom to have baby Gucci and baby Chloé?” You muttered as you approached Peter and Derek who was picking up a baby Chloé pink winter coat.  

“Nope, not when she has Hales as uncles.” Peter sassed earning a glare from you.

“I like this Gucci pinafore dress with this white shirt.” Stiles grinned as he approached you with a tartan pinafore dress and a white long sleeved shirt that had a lacy collar.  

“That is so cute!” You squealed as Lydia approached you with wide eyes.

“Christian Louboutin started doing baby shoes!” Lydia gasped as she pointed towards the large shoe section. She knew if there was one brand you couldn’t deny it was Louboutin’s.  

After shopping for a while long your feet started hurting so you decided to get the rest of the stuff online. Derek, Peter and Stiles carried in all the bags containing designer clothes and shoes with proud smiles on their faces.  

Peter had seen a princess hanging canopy that could go above the cot and insisted his little niece needed it even though you tried to deny it Peter bought it anyway. You sat down on the couch where Melissa and Chris were sat, letting out a loud sigh.  

“Oh my god!” Erica screamed as she held up the Gucci floral dungarees and white curved collared shirt.  

“It’s a girl!” She screamed as she fumbled through all the clothes with Melissa and Allison.  

“Welcome back. How are my Queen and Princess doing today?” Scott cooed as he walked into the living area. You chuckled as you stroke your large stomach.  

“Uncle Peter and Uncle Derek spent lots of money on you today didn’t they Princess.” You giggled softly, earning a kick from your little girl.  

“I can see…” Scott sighed as he stared at all the designer bags.

“Hey, stop it.” You scolded as he frowned.  

“I just wish I could buy her all this stuff…” Scott muttered as he looked through the bags.  

“Baby, she doesn’t need Gucci clothes or Louboutin’s from you…She needs your love.” You chuckled softly as you leant down to leave a soft loving kiss on his lips. You pulled back with wide eyes and glanced at Derek.

“How much was this sofa?” You asked Derek with a worried frown.  

“A lot.” He grumbled with a confused frown.

“You could totally afford another one, right?” You chuckled with a blush on your face.

“I mean yeah if I ne-Why?” His eyes narrowed as he scanned over you until he saw the wet patch on the sofa.  

“Did your…” Derek’s eyes widened as he glanced at you in panic.  

“What’s that smell?” Scott asked with a frown as the other wolves sniffed at the air.

“DID YOUR WATER JUST BREAK!?” Derek screamed clearly freaking out.

“MELISSA!!!!” Chris screamed as he started running around and grabbing the birthing bag you’d pack less than a week ago.  

“What!?” Melissa yelled as she ran down the stairs.

“MY WATER JUST BROKE!?” You screamed, watching as her eyes widened.

Everyone was running around calling Deaton, making sure they didn’t forget anything as Scott sat there in shock, holding your hand. You threw your head back and let out a pained filled growl as you felt Scott’s hand breaking under your hold.

Not 10 minutes later, Deaton bust through the door, medical bag in hand and eyebrows raised in urgency. He instructed Scott to carry you to the bed, as he followed quickly. You wished you could go to a hospital but as Deaton had said a few months ago. You are likely to shift if you're in pain, so you couldn’t go to a hospital.

Suddenly Liam ran into the room with his dad following him. You stared at him like he’d gone crazy before Liam’s stepdad stared at you.  

“I’m gonna have questions after this but right now we need to get this baby out safely!” Liam’s dad screamed before turning to Melissa.

“I need hot water and towels.” He ordered quickly before rolling up his sleeves.  

“Scott, I need you to take a deep breath and focus. Deaton do you have the stuff I’d need to do this?” Liam’s dad asked as he nodded to Deaton medical bag.  

“I have gloves and few bits and pieces in case we need to cut. She has supernatural healing and the wolves can take her pain that’s all you’ll need. Epidural won’t work on her.” Deaton stated as he checked your vitals.  

“Got it. Scott and Liam that’s your job.” He instructed earning a serious nod from both boys.  

Melissa ran in with towel while Derek followed in with a large bowl of hot water. Liam’s dad lifted up a pair of scissors and began cutting off your jeans knowing that right now it was urgent. Melissa threw a blanket over your bottom half to cover your dignity before bending your legs up and giving you a smile.

“Scott McCall, this is all your fault!” You screamed as you felt another contraction happening.  

“She’s 9cms already!” Liam’s dad yelled as he glanced at Deaton with wide eyes.

“Her water only broke 25 minutes ago!” Melissa screamed as she dabbed the sweat off your forehead.  

“Well apparently, this baby doesn’t care!” Liam’s dad yelled back as he looked at Scott and Liam with a nod.  

“Derek I need you to take over a minute.” Scott groaned as he collapsed to the floor in pain.  

“What’s wrong with your son, Melissa?” Liam’s dad sighed as he looked at Scott.

“Unlike most men, Doc, he’s actually feeling her pain. It’s a werewolf thing.” Melissa snorted as she let Chris take her son out the way.  

“Derek Hale, this m-might be a bad time to ask and I-I’m not religious b-but I’d be happy if you’d be the godfather.” You stuttered softly as he and Liam took your pain.  

“I’d be honoured Y/N but first let’s get you through this okay?” He muttered gently as he stroked your hair.

“Okay, I need you to push! SCOTT, GET IN HERE!” Liam’s dad yelled with urgency.  

The pain was unreal, causing you to scream but Scott held in his scream of pain and chose to peck your temple. His hand running through your hair softly.

“Come on baby, you can do it.” He whispered, his breathing as heavy as yours.  

“You know you can cut off the pain channelling. You don’t need to feel this too…” You whispered as you got a second to breathe.  

“We’re in this together baby if you have to suffer to birth our baby girl, then so will I.” Scott stated with a dopey lopsided grin.  

“I love you.” You stated before Liam’s dad told you to push again. Suddenly everything else disappeared as you heard a scream. You look up to see the Doctor holding your baby with a smile.  

“Congratulations it’s a baby girl.” He stated before he turned to Melissa and asked her to cut the cord. Everyone crowded around the room and the bed, sniffling and cheering as they all welcomed the newest pack member.  

At that moment you knew there was nothing you’d change your life for.

Part 7 <-

[petrssecrethideout]

It all started when my friend noticed something odd on his trail cam. He had set them up mostly to see if there were any deer in the part of the forest he owned, but for the last few months, he saw some blurry shape appear randomly. He wanted to figure out what it was, but he never saw any evidence of it in the daylight, and he worked early in the morning, so there was no way he could try checking late at night.

That was when I offered to keep watch for a night or two. I kinda owed him for a favor he helped me with, and this seemed like an easy way to have us be even again. So, late that night, I climbed up into one of his deer stands, and stared out into the forest. My eyes adjusted pretty quickly to the darkness, but for the first few hours I was just trying to stay awake.

That was, until I saw him. I heard some shuffling off in the distance, before seeing a man stumble into a clearing I had a clear view of. I started to reach for my phone, to ask my friend if anyone was supposed to be out here, before the man let out a scream so loud I felt it in my chest. I dropped my phone from the stand out of surprised, and then he... he changed.

I still have trouble talking about it, but I saw his clothes tear off of him, as his body started gaining dozens of pounds of muscle. He was on his hands and knees, just begging for it to stop... until he wasn't anymore. He started egging it on, asking for more, as his body slabbed on an inhuman amount of muscle. It was then that I noticed the fur he was growing and the claws, and before I knew it his head had changed completely. I was staring right at a goddamn werewolf.

He ran off into some other part of the forest, and I couldn't move at all until it was hours past dawn, the light clearly hitting the ground. I didn't even feel tired at all, as I ran back out of the woods in broad daylight, still feeling something watching me. I've been scared of my own shadow since then, but do you want to know what the weirdest part is? I'm going back tonight. It's another full moon, I know he'll be back there, and I... can't control myself. I know that even if I tried to stay away my legs would carry me there involuntarily. I have to see him again.

[wingedhallows]

i got my eye on you - five; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 5k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: i don't really know what this is but i hope you like it, love u <3 If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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“Speak the truth now, child.” Your father, several heads towering over you, spoke. His belt in hand, his mouth drawn in a cruel scowl.

“Don’t make this harder than it is, Y/N.”

Your mother, a thin dark haired woman, sat on the dark sofa, hands crossed. “Do it.” He spoke, your mother hesitated.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

Xanthe, the woman who birthed you, raised her wand and whispered the words. Your body twisted and crunched under the unforgivable curse.

A scream left your lips, nails scratching the wooden floor beneath you. After the curse wore off, you laid with panting breaths. Tears coated your cheeks, head pounding.

“All this over a stolen piece of cake.”

Your father spoke, with a shake of his head he retreated. Your mother lowered her wand and bit her lip, her face void of emotions. 

“No one likes naughty girls, Y/N.”

Your eyes flew open, your chest damp with sweat. You blew a sigh before you sat up. With a small shift, your legs hung over the edge of the bed. Your hands found your eyes, yet another nightmare. Why does your childhood still haunt you?

“Fuckin’ hell.” You muttered before you lifted yourself off the bed, desperate to get out of these clothes and wash up. The sun wouldn’t be up for at least a few hours.

Blindly, you found your way to the washroom and quickly disposed of the soiled clothes. After a well deserved shower, you got dressed. You pushed your pack of cigarettes and your wand in your pockets.

Before you left you could step out of the room, you took a look out of the window. The moon stood up high, yet another full moon which woke you with mad memories.

With another sigh you left your room. The castle was quiet, dimly lit. With fast steps you made your way outside, to not disturb any paintings which would complain rather loudly.

The night air was cold as you pushed a stick between your lips and lit it. With slow steps you decided to take a stroll, to clear your head maybe. Would Millicent really like you?

Would you be able to keep her safe? Keep Sirius, Lily, James, Remus and Peter safe? Marlene, Alice and Frank? So many people to care about, too little time and just you to worry. At this rate your head would simply explode.

Suddenly a loud howl caught your attention, you whipped around to stare at the direction which it came from. The forbidden forest wasn’t far from here, would a creature dare to leave it?

You knew you shouldn’t care, let alone check it out. Sirius would worry, he would be furious. Scratch that, he would be fiery with anger. But it was your job to keep them safe and the last thing you needed was them to be mauled by a wild creature which wentured from the forbidden forest just because Sirius Black would give you the silent treatment.

You held the cigarette with one hand and grasped your wand in the other. You blew some smoke as you made your way across the yard past the green houses.

Another growl and a howl tore through the night, how did no one else hear this?

Your steps slowed as you caught sight of not one but four creatures. A dog, a stag, a rat and what seemed to be a werewolf. You’ve never seen a werewolf in person, only in textbooks and photographs.

They hadn’t noticed you yet and you liked it to stay this way for at least another few minutes. The dog nudged up to the wolf's side, only earning a crumble from the huge creature.

The rat sat on top of the stag's head, which kept its distance but still stumped its legs every other moment.

You were hidden behind a rock, your wand still tight in your hand, the cigarette long forgotten on the ground. You decided to leave them alone, they were somehow minding their business.

Just as your heartbeat calmed the slightest bit you turned to leave, your hands in your pockets as you misplaced your step and quite quickly fell to the ground.

“Shit.” You cursed as your knee connected with the ground beneath you. That was most certainly too loud, you were busted. Your head whipped around as a deafening howl filled the quiet night and loud steps neared you.

Within seconds the werewolf was standing on top of the rock which had kept you hidden a few moments ago. Its snout was torn in a snarl, licking its teeth as it eyed you.

You quickly scrambled to your feet, your wand once again in your hand as you watched the other animals gather. The dog yelped as he caught sight of you, barking with all its might.

Your wand was lowered, you felt paralyzed as the wolf crouched down, its head leveled with yours.

“Fuck, not the way I imagined to go out.”

You mumbled more to yourself.

The wolf sniffed you, his breath hitting you like a hot summer breeze. You couldn’t close your eyes, you couldn’t look away.

Sirius filled your mind, funnily enough.

He would never get the chance to ask you to date him, you would never get the chance to save him from his creature which would maul you right here.

The stag whipped his head several times, probably signaling you to take off but how would a stag know how to do that, it’s just an animal.

The rat jumped off the stag’s head and rushed to you.

With fast feet it made its way to your shoulder, furiously squeaking in your ear. These animals were strange, too human.

But that was probably your brain imagining things in an attempt to make sense of this god awful situation.

Finally the wolf slowly made its way down the stone and towered over you, a sight you knew too well. It reminded you of similar moments, moments which you imagined would be your last.

You weren’t one to cry in desperate times but a tear escaped your right eye nonetheless. You were hardly an adult, not many years yet lived, though you yearn to live more.

What a waste to die in your twenties.

It once again sniffed you, its big sharp claws on your shoulders as the dog whined and grumbled in despair. You were sure it would be over soon, it would lunge, bite a good chunk of your shoulder and you’ll bleed out in no time.

But none of that came as it pushed to the ground, as his humongous paws held you down. Its tongue lapped over your face as it nestled its furry face to yours.

It wasn’t mauling no, not at all, it was cozying up to you. You felt like you could finally take another breath, oxygen filling your lungs as you stared at the starry night. With a chuckle you closed your eyes.

The wolf lifted itself off you and left you behind as it jumped over the rock and vanished from your sight. The sun was slowly coming up, the night leaving you lot gradually. 

The dog nudged you as you lifted yourself off the ground, ready to leave this situation behind you, Sirius would never hear a word of this.

The dog tugged you alone, the tip of your jacket clasped in its mouth. “What?”

You asked, not expecting an answer from  a dog. It tugged and tugged as you figured it wanted you to follow it. The stag and the rat followed along. In front of you spread out the whomping willow.

You held your head low, desperate to not alert the tree.

The dog disappeared down a hole, an entrance of sorts. The stag followed behind you. What in the actual fuck was going on? The corridor was dark, stuffy for the most part.

Before you spread out a room you’ve never seen before, a rundown house of some sorts. A bed was placed on your left and a rather nasty couch set to your right.

A rotting piano filled the middle of the room. The dog placed itself next to you, the stag as well. Around the abandoned place lay several pieces of clothing, some of which seemed too similar to miss.

The wolf whimpered and howled as it laid down. With knitted eyebrows you watched the wolf as he barked and growled in pain, its limbs twisting as he transformed into something.

No, not something, but someone. Within seconds the wolf had transformed into someone you know, not just someone you knew but someone you vowed to protect.

It had transformed into Remus Lupin.

He laid there, naked and shivering. He was crouched on the dirty floor, with a twisted face. You couldn’t move, nor could you say anything. Without much thinking he reached for his underwear and you turned around.

The dog, the stag and the rat made their way behind you.

You weren’t as surprised as you turned around, it was them. James, Peter and Sirius. They were hardly dressed as you had turned around. Their faces were sorry, twisted with shame.

You didn’t mind Remus being a werewolf, not at all. Nor did you care much that the other three were animagus but what you did care about was that they didn’t tell you.

This job was more than a job by now, you were too entangled to step out because of withheld information but you were raging with anger.

Maybe you’ve gone ahead of yourself, you’re here to do a job, to fulfill a task which was given to you by the ministry nothing else.

“Y/N.” Remus tried, voice weak. You lifted your eyes off the ground, face emotionless.

“Say something, please.” Sirius spoke now, his shirt in his hand.

“I’m happy you’re fine, Remus.” he didn’t answer, gaze locked on you. “I’ll leave you to it then.” Just as you turned around Sirius grabbed your hand.

“Don’t leave.” You tore your hand from Sirius’ grasp and turned to look at him.

“I’ve seen enough and you’re alright, so, my job is done here.”

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. “What?” Remus cocked his head to the side and looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You’ve seen enough? Enough of what a horrible beast I am?” You tried hard not to roll your eyes, but looked away for a moment.

“I was nearly mauled by a werewolf tonight which I knew nothing about, I’m exhausted to say the least. You lot are alright which is what I’m being paid for so, I don’t see any point in staying here. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You turned around and made your way to the door, just to turn around once more.

“You’re not at all horrible, Remus.”

He didn’t move a limb as he watched you leave.

You needed your distance, you figured. After what happened a week ago you realized that the relationship between the kids and you’ve been getting out of hand.

You had avoided them, childish, you knew. Though you kept an eye on them from a distance, not to give the old wizard anything to worry about. Albus had cleared a place upon the teachers table for you, the conversation with the old wizards still swimming in your head.

“Mr. Lupin is indeed a werewolf, Miss Fox.” He watched you with trained eyes. You had lit yourself a cigarette, your soiled jacket stank of dog.

“I figured as much.”

You answered, your head was pounding.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The headmaster shook his head and clasped his hands behind his back.

“It’s not my secret to tell.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Don’t be too hard on them.”

You wanted nothing more than to deck the old bastard in the nose right now.

“I’m sure they would’ve told you eventually, Mr. Lupin is hardly one to keep secrets from people he keeps close.” You didn’t answer.

“I’d like to join the teachers table for breakfast, if that’s possible.” He nodded and stood next to you, facing the window.

“Of course, Miss Fox. Distance may clear things up for you.” You nodded and flicked the cigarette out the open window.

“I won’t forget my mission.” He nodded with a small smile on his lips.

“I never doubted that.” 

It felt weird, so many mornings had you spent chatting with the Gryffindors about god knows what, Sirius had urged you to eat and James would discuss another way to prank the Slytherin house. You would lie if you said you didn’t miss it.

The coffee in front of you was slowly but surely growing cold as you let your cigarette drown in it.

With a pounding headache you looked up, catching the eyes of none other than Sirius. His eyes were pleading, begging for you to pay him any attention. You couldn’t take it.

You rubbed your temples and without another thought you aperated away.

The lake was quiet, birds chirping was the only disruptive sound. You crossed your arms over your legs and looked upon the calm body of water.

The new year would start in a few months, summer break was coming sooner than you liked. That meant you would join the kids at James’ place. You would be stuck with them for two months.

Millicent would join this chaotic place in a few months, she would be by your side right here and you didn’t know what to do with that realization.

With nothing else to do, you lit yourself another cigarette.

A hand grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you away from Esmy. The elf stared at her Mistress with wide eyes.

“Stop engaging with the house personal, Y/N.”

Your mother spat, her nails boring into your flesh.

The woman lifted her wand and tortured the elf with a curse, the little creature writhed on the wooden floor in pain as tears escaped your eyes, tiny hands trying to make them disappear.

“What did I tell you about needlessly talking to my daughter, Elf?”

The elf pleaded with broken sobs before Xanthe retreated with curses falling from her lips.

“Esmy.” You whispered through broken sobs. The elf clasped your hand, tears streaked face.

“Esmy is fine, Miss.” She pushed you away, a kind smile on her lips.

“Leave now, before Mistress decides to punish poor Miss as well.”

Esmy got hurt all because of you, because of you…

“Miss, Suki is worried.” You massaged the bridge of your nose. The headache had subsided a bit, the painkillers your house elf had brought did their job. You were sat outside, night had fallen a few hours ago.

“I know, the Death Eaters are at large-No, Miss. Suki is worried about her Mistress.”

Your eyes opened, a sigh leaving your lips. The night was cold, your coat hung on your shoulders loosely, the slight breeze working its way through your shirt.

“You shouldn’t worry about me, Suki. I’m fine.” The elf shook its head and stared at you, hands clasped in her lab.

“Mistress isn’t fine.” She simply stated and she couldn’t be more right. You got another cigarette from your pocket and Suki was quick to light it for you. With a small you thanked her.

“Suki doesn’t see the nice students around anymore, has Mistress dismissed her mission?” You shook your head as you blew some smoke.

“No, Suki.” You couldn’t speak much, you were so incredibly tired, though sleep didn’t want to grace your nights.

How incredibly cruel.

“Y/N!” Your head whipped around as Suki vanished from next to you. She must’ve sensed it moments before you.

Sirius stood not many feet away from you, leather jacket forming his shoulder broader than they were. His hair sat disheveled on top of his head, eyes darker than usual. Maybe he couldn’t sleep either. 

“Are you hurt?” You stood from the bench and faced him, he had stopped walking a few feet in front of him. Enough not to have to yell.

“No, what?” He pushed his hands in his pocket. You took another drag from your cigarette and stared him down, this was getting awkward. 

“Then what is it?” You asked, fingertips on fire. You were always on fire when you were with him.

“I wanted to talk to you.” You took another drag from your cigarette and pushed the other hand into your pocket, hair lifting slightly in the breeze.

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about.” His eyebrows furrowed and he took a step towards you. You didn’t falter though, eyes stern.

“Stop.” His voice was clear, hurt. You lifted an eyebrow and blew some smoke.

“Stop what?” His lips grimaced into a hurt grin, his head hanging low for a moment.

“Stop pushing me away.”

You had to chuckle, this was childish. All you needed was space, too many things were penetrating your head. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“I’m not pushing you away, I just need space, Sirius.” He shook his head, hands out of his pocket in seconds.

“I know you’re angry with me, with the others but, but I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

You shook your head as well as you shifted your weight on your other leg.

“Stop apologizing, it won’t change anything.” You paused to think.

“We’re too close, all of this is too close. I have a mission to accomplish, Sirius.”

His face twisted into something you couldn’t put a name on. Maybe disappointed, betrayed?

“So that’s what we are, what I am to you? A fucking mission, nothing else?” He throws at you, his tone angry.

You closed your eyes for a moment.

“Well, fuck you then.”

He turned around and stormed off, leaving you by the bench in the cold. You couldn’t blame him, you would’ve said it too.

How could you say that? Cramp them into nothing but a mission when they were so much more? You had to, it was for the best, for the greater good.

The next morning you were sat between Minnie and Horace Slughorn. Minnie ate her breakfast silently and Horace preferred to chat with Albus so you decided to drink your coffee in peace, a pumpkin pastie on your plate which reminded you too much of Sirius sat once bitten.

You were sure that Sirius had told his friends of what you had said yesterday, they would despise you now. Why did you hate that thought so much?

After what felt like an eternity you lifted yourself off your chair and left your half drunken coffee behind.

With slow steps you walked down the hall, heads turning your way every other minute. The headache had not returned, thankfully. You were just so exhausted, maybe you would take a walk.

Suddenly you butted shoulders with a student. Your body connected with the floor in seconds and your arm gave out.

“Ah, look at that. The ministry’s lab dog finally found its place, by my feet.”

A voice which you could only put to a certain Slytherin filled your ears. His voice inflamed something, so angry and furious that you didn’t know what else to do than get to your feet and point your wand to his chin.

“Repeat that, Malfoy.”

In the corner of your eye you could see Sirius and James standing, ready to bolt to your rescue. His eyes widened and he raised his arm in defense.

“I dare you, speak those words to my face, you filthy snake.” The hall had stilled, silent.

“Enough, Miss Fox.”

Albus spoke, loud enough.

You sighed and raised your hands in defeat. Without a word you spun around and walked off. Your chest rose with the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you fumbled for a cigarette.

Desperately hoping it would calm your nerves. Outside you pushed your hands through your hair and took a deep breath.

This mission would claim your life one way or another and this time around it seemed like it would simply drive you insane. 

“Y/N.” Lily, please leave. You thought, your eyes closed to collect yourself.

“Y/N.” Remus’ voice sounded small but clear to you. You turned around, hands hanging by your side. You felt defeated, broken even.

“What? What the fuck do you want?” You asked, your voice would give out on you any minute. 

All of them stood there, staring at you. You threw the cigarette to the ground and started walking away from them.

“Stop, Y/N. Please.” Lily tried again but you didn’t stop, you couldn’t. Your steps grew faster, almost on the verge of running.

“Dammit.” You were running now, as fast as your legs would take you. Your lungs were burning and your eyes watery. That’s all you wanted, to get away.

To leave all of this behind, to not be reminded of your parents, of how much you missed spending time with them, spending time with him. 

Suddenly you were tackled, pushed to the ground by no one else but Sirius Black.

You didn’t fight him, you didn’t fight when he turned you around, when he towered over you or when the other had caught up to you and were now watching you being held to the ground like a toddler.

It reminded you of countless times at your parents house, how brutal they could be.

You stared at the sky, how blue it looked today, how unnecessary the jacket you put on this morning seemed now. 

“Stop running away, for godricks sake.” Sirius spoke. You didn’t answer, not when you were panting like this. Fuck you were unfit.

“Y/N, look at me.” Sirius spoke, his hands had retreated by now as he sat beside you on the ground. You didn’t look at him, you couldn’t.

“I’m a mess, you’ll all die sooner or later.”

James placed himself next to Marlene and chuckled. “That’s what you’re worried about?” You slowly sat up, limbs aching.

“When am I not worried about that?”

Lily shook her head, picking at her fingers.

“You can’t protect us if you’re running away.”

You looked at her, hating how right she was. You took a few breaths, desperate to calm your breathing.

“You aparete when you see us. You turn corners when you catch a glimpse of us, fuck, you’ve been sitting at the teachers table for weeks now, Y/N.” Sirius spoke.

“You’ve been avoiding us like the plague.” 

You didn’t know what to say, of course he was right. You’ve been acting childish, stupid to be accurate.

You could’ve spoken with them, resolved this with a simple conversation. But when did you ever do anything that was remotely rational?

“I needed to clear my head.” Marlene chuckled. “That’s a long time to clear your head.” No answer from you, of course she was right. 

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Lily tried, her hand now on your leg. Is that how friends are? You looked at her, your throat closing up.

“Don’t dare to say you’re fine.” Sirius spoke, voice venomous. 

“What do you want me to say, Sirius?” You looked at him, his hair lifting in the breeze. His eyebrows furrowed at you, lips in a straight line.

“The truth maybe?”

You didn’t answer. He pushed a hand through his locks. “That you can’t look at us since knowing that Remus is a werewolf and we are animagus or how you keep every fucking thing to yourself as well.” Your eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what the fuck he was referring to.

“What the fuck do you mean?” You spat, you leaned yourself back onto your hands.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe that you’re so worried about fucking this whole thing up and that you haven’t been sleeping at all the last weeks, wandering around the castle like a corpse.

Or that you don’t eat a thing, possibly dropping dead in the next hour from malnourishment or that you swallow pills like they’re candy because your head’s about to explode from all that worry.” You stared at him for a good morning. He would only know about some of that because of one individual.

“Fucking Suki.” You whispered with frown.. You rubbed a hand over your face, a sigh escaping you.

“Yeah, right. Your elf visited me weeks ago, worried out of her mind because she didn’t know what to fucking do about you.

She was so distraught that she broke into tears on my bed begging me not to tell you.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that. Suki was always one to worry most about you. You couldn't blame her for seeking help by people you held close.

Oh, how worried she must be.

“I told you before, you can tell me. Fuck you could even tell Marlene when you worry so much.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Marlene threw in, which caused you to smile.

You liked them so very much.

“So please, stop running away. Stop pushing us away, we’re your friends and we’re here for you.” Sirius said, eyes soft. You took his hand in yours, a small smile on your lips.

“Alright.” He tightened his hand with a nod and smiled at you.

Things have worked out with Sirius, as you expected. The only one who was as tense as a week ago was Remus.

He couldn’t look at you, couldn’t stand being by your side without tensing up and breathing like he'd been struck by an unforgivable curse by your hand. He was absolutely frightened. 

You were all spread out on several blankets in the sun, a tree throwing well needed shade. Sirius’ head rested on your lap as you read away with a book in hand.

Lily and Alice were chatting, Remus was desperately trying to make James understand something about bird droppings, Peter and Marlene were nowhere in sight. 

If you didn’t talk to Remus now you two would never make up, that much was sure. You softly pushed Sirius off your lap, which he loudly protested against.

You stood and made your way to Remus and James.

“Remus, mind taking a walk with me?”

The two of them stared at you. James sighed with a smile on his lips. “Thank Godric, take him away all you want.” Remus rolled his eyes and reluctantly got up.

“Sure.” He answered and put his book down.

You pushed a cigarette between your lips and held the pack for Remus to take one as well. He eyed the pack and took one as well.

“Thanks.” You gave him a small smile.

“Nothing to be nervous about, Remus. It's just me.”

He nodded and quickly fell in step next to you. You two walked along the grass in silence for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry you had to witness me like this that day.” He spoke, after he blew some smoke. You shook your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, It’s not like you can help it.”

He nodded. “I just wish you would’ve told me.” He sighed and blew some more smoke.

“I’d be the last person to judge you based on a condition you can’t change, Remus.” He nodded.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve huh?” You gave him a quick smile and blew some smoke yourself.

“I know, it’s hard to tell your deepest darkest secrets to someone you’ve spend so little time with but, I’m here to keep you safe and I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know what’s going on with you.” You paused to take a drag. 

“I would never judge you for what you are, Remus. You’re a wonderful young man, a beautiful boy who’s been nothing but kind to me. You’re always, and I mean that with my whole heart, you’re always one of my dearest friends before you’re a werewolf, Remus.”

He stared at you, his eyes growing glassy. He let the cigarette drop to the ground, a hand fast at his face to wipe the tears away. Without much thinking he engulfed you in a hug.

“Thank you, Y/N.” You petted the back of his head. With a smile you pulled away.

“I mean it, you’re not horrible, you’re Remus and Remus is the furthest thing from horrible.” He gave you a small smile and nodded.

“I like that.” 

You dropped the cigarette to the ground and started to walk back to the others.

“Good, because I’ll join you for the next full moon.”

He sucked in some air.

“Absolutely not!?” You gave him a shrug.

“As if you could have any say in that.”

He knew that as well so he sighed and accepted it as you threw an arm over his shoulder.

“Yes, mum.” You stared at him, mouth open.

“Oi, I’m not that old.” He had to chuckle as he watched you behind him, where you had stopped walking.

“Actually an old hag.” He said. You bolted, ready to catch him but he started running, so fucking fast.

You chased after him for a few moments before you caught up to him and hit him a few times to which he yelled loudly, like a child.

“You think they talked it out?” James asked with a smile on his lips. Sirius took a swig of your shared canned soda and took another drag from his cigarette.

“Looks like it.” Remus and you were slowly making your way back to them with smiles on your faces. Sirius liked it, how content you seemed, how you were smiling without a care in the world.

Oddly enough it seemed like the calm before a storm.

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Cosmic chaos

Chapter 4

STILIENSKI HOUSE 🏠

life is full of surprise, mystery, adventures , happiness, sadness and horrors and that what you are experiencing now. when you wake up you did not ddid not expect even in your dreams you thought that you see your best friend , your buddy Scott naked as the day he born sleep beside you . you shrill at the top of your lungs with eyes closed startling Scott and stiles awake.

Scott fall out of bed and stiles come next you instantly. " WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING ?" you open one eye and stop screaming when scott out of your sight .

" yeah why are you screaming? " Scott stand up still drowsy clearly not aware of his lack of clothes. and at his sight you and stiles let out shrik together and stiles fall on top you pushing you into his bed shielding your eyes at the same time noah open the door.

" WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON " when noah see Scott his eyes widen before shutting the door. that when he his lack of clothing and grab the next thing he sees covering himself.

" dude what the hell is wrong with you put my bag down there!!!" stiles shout at Scott that's when he relise it's stiles bag that he using to save his modesty.

" what you want me do drop it !" he asked already embarrassed as shift in his feet.

"stiles can't breath " you squeak out they totally forgot about you and Scott shut his eyes with whine.

" why are you still standing go to the bathroom Scott " stiles command and Scott awkwardly shuffle to bathroom.

stiles let out a sigh before relaxing "stiles " you mumble

" ohhh " stiles is now off you and you lift your head up eyes still closed " you can open your eyes now "

Scott come out after a minute and you all stay silent for moment.and he clear his throat " we can pretend that didn't happen " at that you laugh out loud at his embarassed face Stiles join with you .Scott throw Stiles bag at you and you and Stiles shrunk away dogeing the bag " i hate you guys " he say playfully .

on the way to school to you three sit stiles Jeep and you think about what happened last night .

" so Scott is a werewolf now , Derek is too .but there is another werewolf that we don't know exactly who is " you said .

Scott let out a sign " yep and there is hunters too "

"so Scott how was the transformation ? did the hunters see you " Stiles ask

"it's painful like really painful i don't want it how do I get rid of it ? no they didn't but i don't want to be hunted anymore " Scott glance at the two of you desperately.

" i don't know if it's reverse able Scott ,our only best option is Derek " at the mention of the Hale both Scott and Stiles gron in displeasure as if math teacher just given you homework .

"that guy have zero manners stright jackass in leather jacket" Stiles mutter

"true " Scott agree with small smile

" agree but he is our only option " your phone buzz it's text from bonnie asking if you can check on Caroline as she didn't come school yet and you see something in your phone that alramed you . " hey can we go the Forbes house bonnie just asked me to check on Caroline "

Scott whine " do we have to we are already late for class "

"yes we do . two more people is missing " you assert still glancing at your phone .Stiles and Scott eyes widen

" again ?" they ask simultaneously. stiles pull up to Caroline's house .

FORBES RESIDENCE 🏚

" you go check I'll reverse the Jeep " Stiles said glancing back at you .

you look at scott " you coming?"

" bonnie asked you not me "Scott smrik at you .you get out with grumpily and walk to the house whispering a small fuck you under your breath " hey i can hear you curse me remember " Scott call out .

" good " you smile when you hear them laugh .you knock on the door .there is sound of muffling you knock again .

on the other side of door Damon and Caroline stay silent tears running down her face .

"stay here . don't make noise " Damon compell her making her cries to muffled and Damon make his way towards the door

when the door open it's not Caroline that open the door it's guy you never seen with no shrit on he is tall dark hair sapphire eyes with smug face .

" not the person im looking for .where is Caroline?" you ask getting stright to the point .

he give you a amused smile " well sweetheart I'm Damon Salvatore and who might you be ?" he answer with another question and lift his hands towards you for to shake .

you tilt your head to side a false smile on your face not shaking his hands but you does notice the ring on his finger " i think i asked you first where is she ?.i want to see her "

he take step towards you there is something menacing about him you can feel it your guts .

Scott and Stiles who were watching this get out the Jeep and make their way towards you and the unknown man .

"hey " at the sound of them Damon acknowledge them .Scott and Stiles come and stand next you .

" everything good ?" Stiles ask .Scott stay silent for minute looking at Damon in confusion with made you tense there is definitely something not right .

" yeah he was about just call Caroline isn't the right " you state while holding eye contact with him .

Damon roll his eyes " she is currently in bed waiting for me to continue do you want to come in join us? "

Scott and stiles throw a disgusting face at him .

"alright " you walk inside with arms crossed suprising them you call out Caroline .

"CAROLINE"

when Damon start to move towards you Scott stand beside you making him stop .you and Stiles walk towards the room knowing that you won't do anything without any reason .

Caroline come out wearing a black shrit making you all hault .she looks like she been though hell hair all messy posture tense .what you also notice the blood under the shirt coler when she you glance at she nervously tug her hair .

" you alright . bonnie asked me to check on you when you didn't come to class and we are already late ?" you ask

Caroline give you nervous smile " yeah . i just didn't want to come today. I'll call bonnie let her know "

Damon walk towards Caroline " yeah we have date and stuff to do you know . You join if you want to " he wink at you .

" ew no David " you give him a disgusted face and Stiles let out snort with Scott who now seemingly less stressed .

" it's Damon " Damon raise an eyebrow at you three .

when Caroline smile at you you return it ." hey text me when you're free alright"

"yeah " Caroline said softly .Damon give you smrik when the three of walk out .

when you three get back on road you stay silent for a minute.

" we are going to see Derek now " you say suddenly out of nowhere.

" what ?" Scott ask and Stiles follow " why "

you rub your temple when you it's start to get loud

" just listen to me and drive Stiles " you hold your head when a sudden pain hit you .

Scott and Stiles share worried look glancing at you before he mutter a small fine .

DEREK HALES HOUSE 🏠

when you reach Derek loft "Derek ..Derek " you call him as you scott and Stiles wait in the front of the loft .

" what are you doing here ?" Derek said from your behind making the three of you let out shrink . Stiles collide with Scott's .

"geez why can't you just be like normal people " Stiles glare at Derek he stare back at them with unpaced face before turning to you .

"we have to talk can we go in ?" you ask and Derek node his head walk towards the door and let you all in .

you all get inside and stand circle and you look around the loft " so what you want to talk ?" he question

" you said that there is other beings here right like other than werewolf that behind the missing people who might be dead people now " you state glancing at them and Derek node his head at you .

"and did you know what happened last night ?" you glance at around .

" well other than scott literally turning into four legged above average size puppy and hunted by hunters i and you calling me panicked and passed out in Derek i don't have manners Hale carrying you i don't know" Stiles add Derek look offended at the claim

Scott frown " I'm not four legged above average size puppy Stiles "

you thought for moment " you kind are ,and no not that after you left Viki was attacked by something "

"Viki Donovan as in matts sister " Scott exclaimed

" yeah and something bit her on neck . i was there and it wasn't the same as Scott's that night but gusse who have same wound as her ?" you wait for the to answer

Scott and Derek glance around not knowing and as you assumed it's Stiles who get it .

" No way !!.Brooke and Darren !" he responded

"who are they ?" Derek ask

"they are the first victim " you and Stiles said at the same time .

you continue " and that's not it. i went to hospital to see her and that where you found me " you glance at derek and he hum "and when she wake up she said she was attacked by a vampire which is crazy that now vampire exit maybe or not she might be hallucinating but i really get the feeling that I am right about it and our killer is a vampire ." you stop for second to let it sink and glance around them Stiles look deep in thought Scott face torn between disbelief and fear derek have his poker face and you give your attention to him fully turning to him " do you think vampire real ? did you ever had a encounter?"

"i never had any encounter with them but i do know that vampire exits. but here I don't know " derek cross his arms around his chest.

you glance at scott " Scott you have something to say ?"

" if vampires are real that means that they are dead right . like no heart beat no bodie heat " Scott ask look around frantically.and you all node " remember when we meet Stefan the new guy he didn't have heart beat and his hands where was cold as ice and guy we meet this morning he didn't either "

"are you sure ?" derek ask Scott with raised eyebrow

"i don't know maybe be because I'm new this thing all super hearing i could be wrong " Scott answer with uncertainty.

Stiles shake his head " no did you see Caroline neck under the shirt ?"

Scott frown at him as well as derek " why did you look under shrit ?" Scott ask .

Stiles frantically shake his head his hands on Scott's shoulder " i was not . I was looking respectfully. !!!"

"you saw the blood " you voice cut Stiles panick shut

"yes thank you ! you saw the blood too right ?" Stiles ask you .

"yeah "

IN HIGH SCHOOL🎒📚

you scott and stiles sitting beside the jeep waiting for Alison to come.

"I never said how sorry I'm last night for pushing you y/n and yelling stiles. I'm sorry " scott said softly.

you put your arms over him " well it's alright it's not like you could control it . "

" huh if you do that again I'm stuffing Wolfbanse down your throat ? " stiles said.

" what's Wolfbanse? " scott ever the confused puppy ask

" what kind of werewolf are you ?? you don't know the basics " stiles ask

scott turns to you " it's weaken the werewolf causing pain slowing them down " you explain.

"ahh" scott resume watching out for alison " I'll be back " he walk towards her when he see her.

you and stiles watch scott and alison talk " you know now I wish I had super hearing " stiles comment.

when feel eyes on you from your side you turn and see issac looking at you. you give him a wave and smile and he return it.

when you didn't say anything stiles look at you see you wave at him " who is that? "

" thats issac he drop me at hospital we have same class " you said glancing at stiles. before turning to scott and alison you smile when saw them leaning in to kiss

a black suv pull up and man get out and shout alison name you and stiles share a look when you see scott panick. alison walk towards the man.scott nervously wave at Mr argent.

scott walk towards you and stiles " hey remember when I was attacked by hunters he was one of them "

" that's not good " stiles said as you stand in disbelief.

you, Scott and Stiles arrive to the lacrosse field just as Coach Finstock has begun announcing their first task .

you see Bonnie and her friends as well as lydia and alison. when they see they smile. alison wave at you and you walk towards them you sit beside alison next her lydia in the back sits Bonnie Elena and Stefan.

" hey you guys meet each other ? " you ask Stefan pointing towards alison and lydia.

" there is no need to introduce he is the talk of the town " lydia said with smrik on her face. she glance at Elena and Stefan " so you guys are dating now? "

Stefan look at Elena before telling " yeah we are " Elena smile at Stefan

"how is it with Scott you guys are good? " you ask alison.

"you're dating Scott? I thought y/n was ? " Elena ask while glancing at you and alison . you raise an eyebrow at her while glancing at bonnie she shrug indicated that she didn't have anything to do with everybody knows your best friend and now that alison who is now scotts girlfriend,saying that didn't sit well .

alison give nervous smile clearly don't liking that comment " we are seeing each other now "

" you know I won't date him but I'm always free for you Alison " you give her a dreamy smile alison while looking at her eyes making her blush at how close you are.

" didn't know you go for girl y/n " lydia ask while putting leaning forward to look at you.

" don't worry lydia I go both ways and you're next in line " you wink at her causing her to smile. Stefan watch this amusement.

"y/n leave the poor girls alone , is Scott is playing today" Bonnie state with unimpressed face.

"yeah " you answer.

at the filed coach " Let's go! One-on-one from up top!"

Coach turns to look at Jackson, who is running onto the field "Jackson-- take a long stick today."

Jackson nods and drops the stick he was holding in favor of the longer one that Coach instructed him to take before running back onto the field

" Atta boy!"

Jackson takes his place on the field, and when Coach blows his whistle, he scoops up a ball and the team starts the play. The players run around the field, passing the ball to each other and shoulder-checking their opponents as they try to score a goal, with Coach watching with a focused expression as he follows their movements from the sidelines

" McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!"coach said

Coach points at Jackson, who is waiting for him with his long stick in hand, ready to show him up. However, when Scott clenches his jaw and runs toward him, he's easily tackled by the larger young man and is tossed flat on his back onto the grassy field. Coach wastes no time in starting to mock him as Scott grimaces, both in pain and in embarrassment

you whines at coach scolding at Scott but he the only one you really like in this school .

" Hey, McCall!"

Over at the line, Stiles winces sympathetically at Scott's bad play .stiles give you glance at you give him a it's going to fine looking but you both know it's won't., especially once he sees Coach walking over to where Scott is still laying on the ground.

you stand from where you sit with lydia and alison.

" Hey, McCall! " Scott lifts his head to see Jackson smirking above him, looking very satisfied by his successful tackle

" You sure you still want to be first line, McCall?"

Coach finally makes it over to Scott just as Jackson walks away, and Scott quickly jumps to his feet, fixing his gloves and pads as Coach begins berating him for his poor performance

stammering coach said " My-my grandmother can move faster than that-- and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

Scott's anger and frustration have him doubled over, which begins to worry Stiles and you , who continues to watch from mid-field. Scott clenches his jaw as he responds in a tight voice to Coach Finstock.

" Yes, Coach."

Coach, still trying to goad Scott into a more competitive mindset, continues to mock him

" I can't hear you " Fortunately for Scott, he is not looking Coach in the eyes, because his irises flash gold as Scott grits his teeth and repeats himself in an irritated tone of voice

" oh god " you mutter and Stefan who come up beside you when he heard you

" what? " he ask you glance at him

" nothing " you say before focusing on Scott

Coach, also irritated, moves so his mouth is just inches from Scott's right ear as he mutters his orders " Then do it again!"

Scott clenches his jaw again as he sighs and runs back to position while Coach shouts mockingly toward the rest of the players

Scott runs full-speed at Jackson, gripping his lacrosse stick hard as he collides with Jackson, his right shoulder hitting Jackson right in the collarbone on the same side. Jackson falls backwards, landing flat on his back in the grass just as Scott had just gone earlier, and clutches his right shoulder in pain

you run towards Scott without a thought and Stiles who was close to him runs over to Scott to check on him while everyone else is distracted by Jackson.

"hey it's alright you okey" you try to clam him down

Scott's fangs have come out, and his eyes are glowing bright gold again as he desperately tries to keep himself from fully turning

" Scott? Scott, you okay?" Stiles throws his right arm around Scott's shoulders and uses his left hand to clutch Scott's left arm.

" come on let get out here " you said

Meanwhile, the rest of the players have rushed to check on Jackson.

" I can't control it, Stiles! It's happening!" Scott whisper

Stiles eyes widen in alarm when he realizes that Scott's in the middle of a transformation into his Werewolf form and yelps quietly . he look at you panicked

" What? Right here? Now?" you ask

Stiles looks around, sees that everyone else is distracted by Jackson's injuries, and grabs Scott by the shoulders

" to the lockers " you and Stiles help Scott to the locker

Derek is standing behind the stands and off to the side, watching them with a focused expression

Masterpost

[dear-mortality]

the shepherd prince

chapter two: a normal night

chapter 1

chapter omega

characters pronouns: misk (she/her), enfys(she/he/they), ether(all pronouns)

misks appearance: she's black, almost all grey hair tied into a loose ponytail with a short scarf, her clothing is all full of red and gold, some golden rings on her wrists.

"hey uh mom we have a situation-"

said enfys but was interrupted by their mom on some python spitting fire getting out of the cauldron

"UNFORTUNATELY DEARIE I HAVE A BIT OF A SITUATION TOO SO IF YOU WILL-"

said misk, the mother of enfys and the one who taught him magic. she had red clothing and messy hair with a red scarf Tying it loosely. she and enfys had the same facial features, she had alot of gold in her outfit and had some golden ring bracelets. enfys threw something in the cauldron to fix the spell. they held their mom as she fell off the now gone python and put her gently on the ground.

"oh that worked.....how did i not think of that"

"your memory isn't exactly the best mom don't worry about that we can fix it later"

"yes....yes you're right. so what was your situation?"

she said as she was continuing her work

"uhh....well.....the prince learned of his curse"

".....what"

she said as she was slowly turning to face them

"LISTEN I WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE AND THEN SOME SCOUTS GOT IN AND HE SOMEHOW MADE FRIENDS WITH THEM BUT THEN HE ATE LIKE ALL OF THEM EXCEPT ONE ESCAPED AND NOW HE KNOWS OF HIS CURSE AND THAT SCOUT IS GOING BACK TO WHERE HE CAME FROM PROBABLY FOR REINFORCEMENTS....."

".....and what did you do to him AFTER he learned of his curse?"

"......i put him to sleep in a magic cage-"

misk face palmed the second these words left enfys mouth

"WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO HE PANICKED AND WE CAN'T REASON WITH HIM THAT WAY"

"yes but you forgot that. one: he STRESS EATS....AND TWO HE BREAKS MAGIC SPELLS"

"except i forged a new spell that cannot be broken so we're fine and the sheep are safe"

sheep panick screams are heard being cut immediately with gnawing sounds

"ugh.....i really thought i had the right one this time"

enfys goes out to see sheep getting slaughtered and the werewolf leaving nothing but bones

he then stands in its line of sight

"its really not very kind to eat your people prince ether."

the werewolf pounces on enfys only for it to be an illusion

"wow you are not in a good mood tonight"

the werewolf then hurls a bunch of sheep on enfys

"oh come on-" enfys stops the sheep from falling and lands them slowly but before he could let them land completely the werewolf gets close and almost claws at him

he quickly uses magic to get back and leave a flame circle around the beast

"didn't they teach you some manners ether? at least take me to dinner before you tear up my organs"

"enfys, unless seducing that RAMPAGING WEREWOLF can get it to calm down I'd rather you don't do it infront of me"

"MOM???" enfys yelled in surprise and utter horror. he did not want his mom seeing that side of him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE THAT THING CAN ATTACK YOU AT ANY SECOND-" he's interrupted by the werewolf jumping in the air over the flames and trying to land on enfys

"SEE WHAT I MEAN???" enfys Summons some rock monsters to distract the beast

"YOU GOTTA GO"

"no i need some of its fur"

"WHY???"

"DON'T TALK BACK TO YOUR ELDERS"

"WHY DO YOU NEED THE FUR- HOW AM I EVEN SUPPOSED TO GET THAT???"

"JUST INDULGE ME!"

the beast has broken the rock monsters and started running directly in their direction

"UGH FINE. if i die its on you."

enfys then lunges at the werewolf

as he's leaving misk whispers something under her breath

"we both know that's not true"

enfys tricks the beast into attacking and gets on its back. holding some of the werewolfs fur for misk he gets a spell ready.

"alright ether i may have given you your nap but its time to wake up"

enfys casts a spell to wake up ether

as ether is waking up enfys cuts a handful of the fur before his transformation back

ether wakes up confused and worried

he starts panicking and starts to look everywhere seeing the blood and gore of the sheep he killed. he is panting and pulling his hair and his vision gets a little Shakey

"HEY hey its ok" enfys starts comforting ether as to not let his mind spiral

"but its my fault!!" the sentence appears in the thought bubble as ether is visibly panting and tearing up

"no. it isn't." enfys assures him "you're under the effect of a curse remember? you can't control it"

ether starts to cry but he's not panicking as badly anymore

he reaches to hug a nearby sheep as his cries and whimpers are muffled by its wool

"geez.....i really wish we can cure you soon..." enfys says as he leaves the Prince on the ground with the sheep

"i see why you were seducing him now" misk says out of the blue

"GAH! MOM! STOP THAT! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH HEART ATTACKS FOR ONE DAY" enfys yells as his ears heat up from embarrassment

"did you get the fur?"

"yeah yeah" he hands it to her "hopefully you can work with this"

"it will suffice. and the prince? should we tell him the full story?"

"im....im not sure.... he's awfully confused right now he doesn't know what he is or who he is.....i think it will be dangerous to trust him with the details at least for now"

"if you say so. it doesn't matter to me."

misk said with a tired tone

the prince then looks over to enfys and misk who are carefully approaching him

"hey ether. its time you learned of the full story. of who you are." enfys said looking at his mom who was making a spell to tell the tale using colorful smoke. the prince is about to learn how he was cursed to be a beast.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings Kinktober 07, Doing it Doggy Style With Werewolf Peter

WORDS: 1122

Mary Claire smiled as she turned her face up to gaze at the full moon.

“The moon is beautiful tonight,” she hummed as she turned to her husband, who was doing pushups on the floor while wearing only moonlight for clothing.

 “Come sit,” he grunted out the order and Mary Claire obeyed him, perching herself onto his back and letting him use her weight to work out.

 Suddenly, Peter grabbed his wife and flipped them so that she was resting beneath his strong body. She squeaked in confusion as Peter began to kiss and lightly bite her neck, clearly in a frisky mood but not wanting to instigate something that his soulmate didn’t want.

 “Peter…!” Mary Claire gasped as he tore off her shirt, showcasing her milk filled tits. Peter’s eyes grew feral as he latched onto a nipple, working his lips and tongue as he sucked her juices. “FUCK!”

 As she swore and wriggled underneath him, Peter guided her tiny hand to grip onto his cock, giving her nonverbal instructions to work him off. She immediately began to pump him, gasping when his cock grew to it’s terrifying full size.

 “Fuck, sweetheart­-” Peter panted, finishing one tit before moving to the second. Barely a minute later, both husband and wife were cumming, spasming and convulsing as they hit the end of their release. But still, Peter kept on nursing, one hand holding Mary Claire up by the back of her neck, the other hand buried between her thighs, working her towards her second orgasm.

 The second Mary Claire’s tits were empty, Peter drew off, flipping her so that she was now on her hands and knees, before plunging himself inside her still creaming cunt, where he began to pound himself into her.

 “My love- yes, just like that- don’t stop daddy, please don’t stop!” babbled Mary Claire, tears falling from her eyes as her soulmate’s feral love making made her feel weak. He caught onto her and hooked one arm around her middle, his other looping around her neck as he stood her up on her knees, displaying her proud tuff of bright red hair at the cunt and empty tits.

 Mittens wandered over, where the cat began to lick at Mary Claire’s leaking tit. She let out a loud groan as the cat’s sandpapery tongue began to overstimulate her, tossing her head back as Peter began to hit a certain spot inside of her.

 “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” Peter barked, pushing the fluffy black and white cat away from their lovemaking. “Fucking shit- Mary Claire-!”

 Husband and wife both came at the exact same moment, Mary Claire letting out a soft scream while Peter tossed his head back and let out a savage howl as his hips continued rutting into her from behind.

 Peter slowed his thrusts down, laying down behind Mary Claire as he gently spooned her, his hands cupping her breasts as their cum leaked out onto the rug beneath them.

 “You alright there, sweetheart?” he hummed as he allowed her to warm his cock inside her tight, velvety folds. He nosed at the mermaid tattoo behind her left ear, practically purring as she snuggled back into him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I now?”

 Mary Claire just let out a soft hum and kept bumping her hips into Peter’s groin, clearly not ready to stop yet. She rolled Peter onto his back and began to ride him gently in reverse cowgirl.

 “Fuck­-” Peter gasped, clamping his hands onto either sides of her womanly hips, his fingers leaving small bruises in her skin.

 “Jesus fucking-” Mary Claire swore as her fourth orgasm of the night barreled down on her, almost knocking her off of Peter as she came around his happily creaming dick. Peter flipped them once more so that he could fucked her in doggy style once more.

 “Fuck, sweetheart-” Peter gasped as he began to piston his hips once more, baring his teeth as he rutted into Mary Claire’s wet cunt, getting a series of wet, squelching sounds out of her as he fucked her hungry pussy.

 Mary Claire let out a strangled yell as she came for the fifth time that night, going limp beneath her husband as he gave chase to his own orgasm.

 “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…” Peter snarled as his cum filled his condom, leaking out the top as it ballooned around him, dripping full with his jizz. He kept on thrusting, determined to finish inside.

 He grunted as his jizz dripped out from the condom, making him yank his cock out, rip off the latex sweater and start to stroke furiously. He threw himself to the ground and wiggled his face in between Mary Claire’s thighs, where he then began to eat her out, growling as he swallowed her release.

 “Don’t stop, don’t stop-!” Mary Claire begged her soulmate as her sixth orgasm raced her to the edge, hurling her off the road and into a sea of bliss. Peter’s jizz shot out of his slit, messying his hand as it drizzled down, getting caught in his tuff of thick, curly gray hair that grew at the base of his cock. “Please my love- don’t stop…!”

 “Come here,” Peter growled, and Mary Claire quickly positioned her still leaking pussy back over Peter’s mouth while she focused on cleaning up her messy husband. She deepthroated him and began to hum the ABC song, knowing that nothing else would make him cum faster.

 Peter moaned as his soulmate released for the seventh time that night, but he didn’t stop as she dropped her juices into his waiting mouth- his sweetheart would use her safe word when she was done fucking for the night.

 Mary Claire hollowed her cheeks as she sucked down all thirteen inches of Peter’s cock once more, holding him in her throat as he came with a little grunt of relief.

 “Sweetheart, I’m going to call blueberry,” Peter groaned, making Mary Claire let go of his glorious cock, letting it flop limply onto his stomach. “Are you alright?”

 Mary Claire only let out a little coo as she laid down next to Peter, closing her eyes as a sudden wave of fatigue swept over her. The last thing she was aware of was Peter’s hand cupping her tit gently as he kisses her softening nipples.

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[saccharinescalpel]

Before I forget: I had the most bonkers dream last night except it was like a full blown movie that had awesome effects and costume designs.

So it started off in some fancy rich people holiday island that probably wasn’t actually real (but you get the idea) and I was on vacation with my family and I didn’t bring enough clothes so I went to a mall and had just got paid so I splurged and bought some pants from a fancy designer brand called “LesbeMes”. Anyway when I was trying to pay for these $150 pants they were really rude to me and asked me what I did and why I was there and a bunch of odd questions but we’re all really mean about it. There was this girl at the other register in tears, Anne, and I didn’t know her. Anyways I got out of there and went to a cafe where I was supposed to meet my parents but they weren’t there yet and I was waiting outside on the patio when none other than ZAK BAGANS from Ghost Adventures came up to me and we started hitting it off (I don’t know why it was him or why my brain decided him of all people especially when I’m in a happily committed relationship and don’t watch that show anymore but w/e). So yeah we were flirting, exchanged numbers, etc. The next day we meet again at the same cafe and it so happens that girl Anne is there and he starts going wild. And I’m like wtf and he doesn’t want to tell me what’s going on but then he turns into a werewolf and grabs her and runs away. So I’m stunned and obviously run after them because my new bf(??) just did that. Anyways I find them and they’re being approached by the means ladies from the store earlier and they explain that the fashion brand is a front for a lesbian vampire cult trying to resurrect the new king and queen of the vampires. It turns out Anne is the reincarnation of the queen and they know that Zak is half werewolf half vampire so he’s already the king of vampires because he’s all powerful (I have no idea give me a break). So obviously they take them away. I decide I have to save my new bf. I find out that LesbeMes is having a fashion show and I sneak in but they hate me because they know I’m trying to ruin their plans and have decided I’m not fit to become a vampire so i have to be all secret and stuff. Anywho I make some allies we discover that I’m the same size and look similar to the owner of the brand/leader of the cult so they disguise me as her and just in time for me to find out when and where the “coronation” of the king and queen will be. But! It’s really soon! So I get taken off in this parade of the cult because the cult leader (and they think I’m her) started it in hopes to gain favour from the king and queen and gain eternal life by becoming a vampire with them. I get taken to this place that’s like giant ball room with giant ornate set of tables and chairs (think Versailles) and everyone is all dressed up in rococo style clothes of black and gold and dark red (very vampiric). I’m seated at the table and of course my bf ZAK BAGANS recognizes me again but doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want me to get caught. But now I’m worried because they said I wasn’t fit to become a vampire and I might just die idk. So anyways it starts and everyone starts breathing in the vapors coming out of the table and I’m scared but I do it anyways and everyone is screaming and in pain but they keep inhaling (it was kind of like almost every vampire transformation sequence where you die and then get reborn beautiful and stuff). So almost everyone transformed into beautiful creatures of the night except some of them were like the Nosferatu from VtM so they were basically the same as those in that game. I ended up turning and it was obvious that it was me and not their leader so they were shocked but Anne and obviously Zak pardoned me and it was all okay. But then, which was weird for one of my dreams, Zak told Anne that even though she is the Queen he cannot be with her because he’s in love with me and she agreed because she didn’t really know him and was fine ruling by herself as an independent queen anyways so we ran off down a hallway to live happily ever after. And then I woke up.

Oh and Zak had a full back tattoo of the main cast of SpongeBob as gangsters in neon yellow.

If someone would like to psychoanalyze me that would be great. Thanks.

[lavishedinjimin]

Hi! For kinky hours can I request a wolf hybrid Namjoon and bunny hybrid OC?

I love this prompt!! I purposefully made Namjoon "shapeshift into a wolf" while still being a hybrid, so he's also technically also a werewolf in this one? Either way, this was incredibly fun to write omg

warning: all characters are intended to be 18+. I do not write, and I never intend to write underaged OCs

~

Wandering through the forest with your herd, you hate how your ears pick up even the smallest bit of sound. The grown-ups would always tell you that they're a blessing, enabling you to hear any possible danger that's coming in your way, but you don't want to use it.

You were a dependent little thing, playful and oftentimes mischievous. You follow your family with a huff and a puff as you journey to find a new home.

But you were still young, still naive and the world can easily distract you — just like this pretty yellow butterfly that crash-landed right onto your nose.

You sneeze as the little insect tickled your nostrils. Following the butterfly in a new direction, you take interest in it as if it wants to show you something.

"Hey!" you meekly call out to the butterfly, your feet struggling as you make your way through many huge logs and branches, "Where are you taking me? I h-have to get back to my family!"

The butterfly takes you to a river until it flies up and up into the air, leaving you there to stand alone. You call out for it, reaching your hand up, but it was no use.

Looking around your surroundings, you feel a tight sensation in your chest as you attempt to figure out how to get out of the area. You were completely lost, all alone, and worried that someone, something might get you.

You sniffle, fighting back the tears as your ears droop down. "Stupid butterfly..."

You carefully walk along the riverbank, your soft footsteps being the only sound aside from the leaves in the trees whooshing as the wind brushes past them.

It dawned upon you that you were in serious trouble.

Suddenly, to your left, you heard a branch split. The sound frightens you and you hastily try to find what made that noise. With your curious nature coming to play, you step closer to the bushes, your nostrils flaring as you use your sense of smell to your advantage.

"Hello?" you shout, "Is anyone here? Come out! I need help!"

A swift force abruptly knocks your body over, making you yelp, until you realize that it was a much bigger animal, five times bigger than you. Your body rolls along the grass with the animal's four legs wrapped around you. You release a shriek when you realize that it was a wolf. It was panting, salivating, and clearly hungry.

Wolves eat bunnies.

"No! Let me go!" you attempt to pry him away, using your feet but he was stronger than you. "Please! Let me go! I n-need to get back to my family!"

The wolf's eyes glow red and it growls paramountly, the rough and rugged sound resonating throughout the woods. This automatically switches on the tears to fall.

You sniffle and cry in absolute fear, but the wolf has you trapped.

"Don't kill me, please," you cover your face in your arms, "I'm sorry!"

You waited and waited for something to happen, for things to escalate, but there was only silence after that.

You carefully remove your arms, peeking to see what happened to the wolf. Then, it suddenly transformed into a hybrid, half-animal, and half-human, just like you. You thought that it was just a regular real wolf!

He kneels between your hips as if straddling your thighs. Your eyes scan his buff, muscular body, his furry tail swaying behind him and his acute gray ears were pointed up in the air. He stares at you with wide eyes.

"I-I..." he speaks, his voice thick and monotone, "I'm sorry, bunny. I couldn't control myself."

"Please don't do anything to me," you whimper when the hybrid leans closer to you, bringing his lips to your neck, "please... I w-want to go back."

Namjoon ignores your protests and cries and allows his tongue to lick a big, aggressive stripe along your neck. "Oohhh," you shiver, your eyes widening, "what are you doing?"

You've never felt this feeling before as something inside you feels fuzzy. Namjoon uses his strength to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. He creates a deep, growling noise while he firmly grinds his hips into yours.

"Hey — mmmh — what's going on with you?!" your eyes roll back to your head when he suddenly wraps a hand around your throat.

His eyes turn red again.

"You smell and taste so fucking good, little bunny. I d-don't think I can stop..." Namjoon shows you his canines as his animalistic side overpowers him, "such an innocent little bunny wandering alone in the forest, I couldn't help but follow your cute ass."

"A-Aaah," your body shivers when he cups his hand against your heat, his fingers teasing you as they stroke up and down.

"Aw, bunny," Namjoon coos, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

"What?" you sniffle, nose red from crying, "Fuck? What's that?"

Namjoon's dick instantly grows rock-hard from the soft, subdued tone of your voice. He comes closer until his nose touches yours, "It means, bunny," Namjoon growls to tease you, smirking as he watches your body tremble in fear, "It means that I want to put my cock inside you, bury it so deep inside your cute and tight cunt, until I coat you with my seed."

Namjoon immediately encloses your body with his own strength when he feels you squirming, a cry falling off your lips. "No one can save you now, bunny. You and I, we're all alone in this river. You scream, I cover your mouth. You try to run, well—" he chuckles, "I'm a hundred times faster than you. You bite me, I bite you back."

Your eyes were big as you stare into him, breathing heavily. His words somehow made you feel as though you're falling into a deep headspace, your mind fogging up.

"There's no need to escape, bunny. I know you want this, I can fucking smell how aroused you are. That pussy's leaking for me."

He checks to see if he was correct, "See?" he brings his hand back up to reveal his sticker, wet fingers, "see what I do to you? You won't admit it, but I know that you're loving this as much as I do, bunny."

Without a warning, Namjoon flips you over so that your stomach lays on the ground. Namjoon rips all your clothing, making you shiver as the cold wind touches your skin. Namjoon waits no time to push his throbbing dick inside you, your ass and bushy tail in full display for him.

You wince from how big and thick he was, his cock stretching your walls apart like no one has done before. Your hands dig into the soil, eyes closing shut as a tear falls down to your cheeks. "Awwh, t-that feels..." you moan, "feels so—aaahhh!"

Namjoon spanks your ass then digs his claws into your plump cheeks as he thrusts the rest of his cock deep inside of you. He fucks you so roughly that with each pound, your smaller build was jolting back and forth. You couldn't keep up with his pace, feeling lightheaded already.

"Ohh, that's it," he snarls, "take that big dick inside that cunt. Your moans are so fucking delicious. You make me fucking mad," Namjoon's forehead and neck accumulate a layer of sweat as he uses your body for his pleasure. "Do you like this, huh? Does your sweet, little bunny pussy likes the feeling of being fucked for the first time?"

"Yessss, o-ohhh, it feels good," you pant, "t-thank you."

Namjoon feels himself getting cocky, "Told you so. I'm not gonna let you go, I hope you know that. You're gonna be my little fuck bunny forever."

[adultbabystories]

Halloween’s special - The werewolf and the diaper-pup

Sit down and listen to this spooky Halloween story. If you are not wearing a diaper, go put one on, because it gonna scare you to the point you might pee yourself. Are you ready? I’ve heard this one, from a guy, who was told by another guy, about what happened to a friend he used to know. This guy was a college dude, a very handsome guy, very kinky as well. It was Halloween and he just left a frat house party late at night. He had a few drinks and was a bit tipsy. To get to his dorms he had to go through a huge park, some would call it a small forest. Even though he was alone, he walked there so many times, day and night, it didn’t frighten him at all. A full moon was lighting his way when he heard a loud howl. It was the first time he ever heard a howl out there, but he just kept ongoing. Between the trees, the shadows were dancing, when he thought he saw two bright eyes. He shook his head then the eyes disappeared. He must have been drinking too many. A couple of minutes passed by when a voice called him behind the trees, whistling to him. 

“Here boy, come here” the voice said. “Who’s there?!” he shouted.

From the trees, a manly dark figure stepped forward.

“You are a cute little puppy” the figure said.

“What do you want man?” asked the guy.

“Oh boy, a man I am not” the figure said as he came closer.

The figure stepped into the moonlight. It wasn’t a man, but it was something more beautiful. It looked like a man, a massive muscular man, wearing only a pair of reaped jeans to his body. He was very hairy, too hairy. His face was very sharp, almost wolf-like. His cheeks were high and his eyebrows very bushy. His hair was short but very full and messy. His body hair was full of dead leaves. He smelled, different. Like the guy was attracted to his musk. His hands and feet were different as well. Maybe it was the lack of light but it seemed like he had claws.

“Okay, relax dude, I’m gonna…” said the guy.

“Oh you are not going anywhere, you’re coming with me!” the wolf-like man said.

The werewolf, for lack of a better word, jumped at the guy and grabbed him. He held him in one arm, as he ran so fast into the woods. The guy was screaming and trying to release himself from the werewolf grab, but with no luck. The two went into a cave that the guy never noticed, inside the forest. The werewolf lowered him to the floor. It took a few moments, but from pitch black, his eyes got used to the dark and he could start to see the inside of the cave with the help of the bright moonlight. 

“This is my den, do you like it little pup?” the werewolf asked.

“Listen” the guy said and got interrupted.

“No you listen, Halloween is the only night I can have my fun and you are going to be it, you are going to be my fun tonight. I always wanted a little pup, but… but now I have you! You are going to be my little diaper-pup for tonight!” the werewolf said with excitement.

He walked from the insides of the cave towards the guy, holding things in his hands.

Now the guy could see the werewolf very clearly. His face was mesmerizing when he revealed his sharp teeth. His look had some kind of magic.

“Are you going to be a good pup or will we have to do some training?” the werewolf asked.

“I’m going to be good” the guy said, nodding his head, not fully aware of what he said.

The werewolf pushed the guy to the cave’s floor as he was tearing his clothes off with his claws. The naked guy, soon the be diaper-pup, was lying naked in front of the big bad werewolf. First came the mask. It was a mask like he’d seen online a couple of times before. The dog-like kind. It was black and red. It covered his face leaving only his eyes. It smelled - incredible, intoxicating, he could wear it forever. Then came the mittens. They were black and firm. Once the werewolf got them on, he couldn’t grab anything. Finally came the giant white diaper, in such a contrast to the black mask and mittens. The werewolf diapered him in such a professional and quick manner. Without noticing, he got creamed, powdered, and thickly diapered.

“Rollover and stand on all fours” the werewolf commanded.

The guy, now diaper-pup, rolled over and stood on all fours like he was commanded. His big and thick diapered butt rose from the back. The mask’s snout pointed forward. The mittens helped him to stay stable on the floor. 

“Very good boy! You are already trained I see! Yet, you still need a diaper, you are too little” he said and petted the pup’s head. 

“Such a good boy, here, have a treat” the werewolf said and forced something through the mask to the pup’s mouth.

It was chewy but very tasty, so tasty. The diaper-pup felt he would do anything for another treat.

“Do you want another treat? Let me get you into this harness” said the werewolf as he lifted the unseen by now harness, from the floor. 

The pup would do anything for another treat and he stood still while the werewolf put him in the harness. Again, it was done so quickly. The werewolf took a treat into his hand and lowered himself to the diaper-pup height, raising to treat.

“Do you want this treat boy? Do you?” he teased the pup.

“Yeah I do” the pup said.

“From now on, no talking for you, only barking. Got it? Now bark! Woof!” the werewolf commanded.

“Woof!” the pup woofed.

“Good boy!” said the werewolf and gave his pup the treat.

The diaper-pup was so happy, he started to wiggle his butt.

“I almost forgot!” the werewolf raised his voice.

He got inside the cave and came out with a black silicon buttplug tail. He came to the pup, spat into his hand, and rubbed it into the pup’s hole. He spat again and rubbed it onto the plug.

“You are going to bark real loud right now” he said and forced the plug into the diaper-pup hole. “Wooofffffffff” the pup barked so loud, it echoed in the den.

“Now you are proper to go for a walk” 

To be continued 

[salazarslytherin]

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Remus had been avoiding you for the past three days. Three days since you’d spoken to your boyfriend, two and half since you’d even seen him. It sucked.

The reasoning behind it was somehow worse - you’d tried to tell him you wanted to sleep with him, and he had literally run away.

So you were set on finding the boy and talking it out , and if it came to it, breaking up with him.

You didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t want you, especially to the extent of intentional avoidance.

You were in a relationship, not an extended game of hide and seek.

So you’d concocted a plan - Tuesdays were when the other boys had quidditch practice, and Remus would be in his dorm on his own for at least three hours, studying, doing homework, or whatever it was that he would do on his own.

Now, today was Tuesday, which meant that tomorrow morning you’d either be very satisfied, or very single.

You weren't even quite certain what you'd expected to come out of the confrontation – a screaming match where you found out all the reasons why he didn't want you? A startling confession where you found out that your boyfriend was a virgin?

Nevertheless, you stalked towards the Marauders' dorm room, intent on confronting him, only to falter as you reached the heavy doors, hearing sounds coming from the other side.

Registering what the noises were, you ground your teeth loudly, clenching your jaw as you gripped the doorknob.

"Oh fuck off."

⚔︎

You slammed the door open, Remus rolling off his bed in shock at the sound.

"Are you joking?!"

Remus looked at you in confusion and fear, kneeling beside the bed with his head peeking over the side, a sheepish blush coating his cheeks.

"Um, Y/N, do you mind? I was kind of in the middle of something..."

You let out a laugh of exasperation, throwing your schoolbag on the ground in frustration.

"Yeah, I know. I could hear you outside. Am I just so unattractive to you, that I basically tell you to fuck me and you had to run away from me? You'd rather fuck your own hand than me?!"

Bending over to pick up your bag, you could practically your heart breaking as Remus scrambled to put on his pants.

Your fears had been confirmed – he didn't find you as attractive as you found him, and it hurt. You just wanted to run far, far away from him, to hide yourself away and be able to release the tears that were threatening to escape.

But as you turned to run from the room, that familiar grasp landed on your wrist, stopping you from leaving the dreaded place.

"Y/N, wait–"

"No, I get it, okay? I don't need to hear you say it out loud."

Your voice cracked as you tried to wrench your hand out of the werewolf's grip, unable to hide your sadness and hurt as you were turned to face the boy.

"Y/N! Please, let me explain myself, please. If you want to leave afterwards, you can. I just, please?"

You didn't really want to hear his explanations, but some masochistic, yet hopeful, part of you wanted to know just why he didn't want you.

Maybe you could change for him?

You relaxed in his arms, still not quite looking into Remus' arms as you no longer made any attempts to run away.

"You're right, I did run away from you when you said you were ready to sleep with me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to hear the rest of his words.

"But that's just because I was afraid you wouldn't want to be with me anymore if I told you what I wanted."

Your eyes opened slowly as you lifted your head to look at the boy, your brows furrowed in confusion as you peered at him.

"What d'you mean?"

It was Remus' turn to become flustered now, his hands moving from your side to cover his face in embarrassment.

"I–okay. You know how you thought I ran away from you because I didn't find you attractive?"

You nodded, still half-convinced that was the truth, the reason why he'd avoided you for so long.

"It, it was the opposite."

You raised a brow in disbelief, unable to stop a skeptical laugh from escaping your mouth, Remus' hands falling away from his face so he could look into your eyes.

"It's true! I, fuck this is embarrassing, and you're probably going to run away from me if I tell you the truth."

You crossed your arms with a huff.

"Well right now I'm not quite certain there is a 'truth' that you speak of! I'm quite certain you're just making it all up, trying to hide the fact that you think I'm unattractive."

Remus grit his teeth, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly as if to shake you awake.

"No! That's absurd. I, I find you so bloody attractive, and, fuck it I'm just going to say it and if you break up with me I won't even blame you. I've been having dreams of you and I, but in those dreams," Remus' hands relaxed from your shoulders, falling to his side in embarrassment, "I would, um, cum inside of you, and uh, fill you with my pups."

Your jaw fell open at the boy's admission, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably before continuing to speak.

"And I've never even thought of that before! I think you're just so bloody hot that you've awoken some sort of primal instinct inside me, I just want to ruin you, and–and breed you. Fuck this sounds so creepy doesn't it."

You were incapable of shutting your jaw at this point. This was far from what you thought you'd hear from your boyfriend's mouth today.

"Y/N... I've scared you away, haven't I? I mean, of course you'd be freaked out..."

The boy continued to mumble to himself, terrified that he'd ruined your relationship, certain that you'd break up with him.

Contrary to what he thought though, you found his words incredibly hot.

And you'd be damned if you didn't make that a reality.

⚔︎

In the middle of Remus' ramblings, he was barely able to register that you'd moved towards him, placing your hands onto his cheeks until your soft voice rang in his ears.

"Remus?"

The brunette's eyes snapped to meet yours, gaze darting between each of your eyes as he awaited your words.

"Fucking ruin me, please."

Before the last word even left your mouth fully, Remus was already on top of you, his lips capturing yours hungrily, like you were his first meal in weeks and he was dying to have you.

As Remus devoured you, he backed the two of you onto his bed, his legs lodged between yours as you gripped onto his neck, eager to have him.

You arched your back as you were overcome with need, trying desperately to grind your clothed cunt onto his hard-on, but the boy only tutted at you, moving away from your lips to push your hips down on the bed.

"Such a desperate little slut, hmm?"

You only whined in return, trying to grind into his legs that were between you, Remus smirking down at you.

"Take your clothes off love."

Your hands moved to unbutton your school shirt without a second word, fingers moving in a flurry to throw it off before tossing your bra across the room, Remus moving at very much the same speed as he removed his clothes.

You both quickly found yourselves naked, admiring each other through lust-filled eyes as the boy lowered himself slowly towards you, his lips ghosting over yours as you laid yourself back down.

"So beautiful."

His lips quickly captured yours, both your hands exploring each other's bodies for the first time – tingles of excitement running through your bodies.

Your hands traced his scars as his ran down your curves, him stopping to suck in a breath as you cupped his cock, fully hardened under your fingers.

"Fuck, don't tease me Y/N."

You only licked the boy's lips in return, but was treated with a taste of your own medicine as his hand brushed your lower lips softly, tracing your slit teasingly slowly.

"Remus... Please."

Your cupped hand became a grip – encircling the werewolf's member as you began to pump up and down his shaft slowly, eliciting a low moan from Remus.

He responded by slipping a finger into you, the kiss broken as both your lips were preoccupied with a mixture of swears and moans, asking the other to hasten their pace as you two built up your orgasms.

"Wait, fuck stop. Stop Y/N."

Remus' other hand came to stop your hand as he kept himself up on his knees, pulling away from your close contact to look into your eyes.

"'m too fucking close, wanna cum inside you."

You swore you could feel your eyes darken at the boy's words, and so did his.

"Then fuck me."

⚔︎

Remus gripped your thighs tightly as he kissed down your body, spreading your legs and leaving a kiss on your soaking centre. You let out a shaky moan as he planted his tongue against it, licking a stripe up your lips.

"For next time."

The boy moved back up your body, his head hovering over yours as he looked down at his cock, pumping the already erect shaft before tracing his head along your lips.

"R-Remus, please. Want to feel you inside me."

The boy tutted at you mockingly, before sinking himself inside you slowly, moaning at the feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Fuck, you're so tight baby."

You moaned around him in a mix of pain and pleasure – his fingers not at all preparing you for his cock, stretching you in a way that none of your exes could ever compete with.

"You're so big Re, please, fuck."

Remus pressed a wet kiss to your forehead, his face contorted in pleasure as he awaited your green light to start moving.

After a moment, you nodded as the feeling of being full sent tingles down your spine, letting out a loud moan as the boy began moving out of you slowly, shifting himself so he could grip your hips more firmly for support.

"F-faster."

You muttered out as you clenched your walls around Remus, your orgasm already building from when he prepared you.

"Yeah, my desperate little slut wants me to go faster?"

His hips hastened the speed as his words made you whine loudly, his head lowering to leave kisses on your neck, marking you for the world to see.

“I’m close Re, fuck.”

“Me too princess.”

The boy buried his face into your neck as he began twitching inside of you, his speed faltering for a second as he let out a moan that could border on animalistic, cumming inside you.

The feeling of being filled more than you knew possible pushed you over the edge as Remus continued thrusting his seed deeper into you, moaning as your walls fluttered around him, cumming at the feeling of your boyfriend inside you.

"You look so fucking gorgeous right now love, such a good little cumslut for me, hmm?"

You could only whine in response as Remus continued fucking into you, his cock hardening yet again at the thought of you full of him.

"Gonna look so pretty filled with m'pups, love. Going to fill you up over and over and over again, watch my cum leak out of you because of how full you are."

You moaned at Remus' filthy words, turning to kiss his neck, softly nibbling on his earlobe as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"Yes Re, fuck. Fill me up, feel so good with you inside me. Making me feel so full. Wanna have your pups, want you to cum inside me. Make me yours Re."

It didn't take long for a second orgasm to start building, and it definitely didn't help that Remus had moved one hand to start rubbing at your clit, making you moan at the overstimulation.

"Feel good, hmm, love?"

You nodded into the boy's neck, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coursed throughout your body, unable to process proper words. The only sounds that filled the room were the sinful slaps of skin against skin, and a faint noise that made you blush.

It was the sound of Remus' cock slipping in and out of you, slick with the combination of both of your cum.

"Re, I-, fuck, close, again."

Unable to string together a proper sentence, your walls began fluttering around Remus yet again.

"So am I love. You feel so good, making me lose control. Wait for me, we'll cum together."

Your eyes rolled backwards, waiting for Remus. The task seemed impossible as pleasure pulsed throughout your body, your toes curling and legs shaking at the feelings.

"Re, please, I need to cum so badly. You feel so good."

Your nails dug into Remus' back, the feeling burning into him and making him groan into your neck.

"Yes, fuck Y/N. Cum with me love."

Finally able to release, you let out a moan that bordered on pornographic, seeing stars as your eyes squeezed shut much harder than before. You felt ropes of Remus' cum hit your walls, another animalistic groan reaching your ears as he bit into your neck, making you moan softly in the midst of a post-orgasmic bliss.

Panting, your chests rose and fall in tandem as Remus fell on top of you, his cock limp inside you. After a moment, he spoke up.

"Y'know you squirted?"

Your eyes shot open, staring at the boy who craned his neck to look down at you.

"I-, what?"

The werewolf let out a boyish smile, tongue running over his teeth as he stared down at you.

"It was hot."

[detroitbecomeyandere]

Hey There Little Red Riding Hood.

Werewolf Gavin x Little Red Reader.

You wrap the fresh bread in soft cloth and place it gently in your basket along with a bottle of mead, herbs and vegetables from your garden and some dried and fresh meat. The weather was starting to turn chilly and as the only other member of your family it was your responsibility to look after your aging grandmother in times like these, she was still the same fiery woman who has raised you after your parents died. But just because she thinks she's a woman in her fifties doesn't mean her body agrees, the seventy year old had pain in her joints and hands whenever the weather turned cold and could hardly cook for herself. Glancing out your window you see the sun was starting to set but there should be more than enough time to get to grandmother's before dark. Slinging your red cloak around your shoulders and locking your home you set off into the woods.

You know this path so well you could walk it blindfolded, the scenery is so familiar it almost felt more like home than your actual house. The leaves have begun their change and the whole forest just feels warmer despite the nip in the air, perhaps you'd stay with grandmother this winter to enjoy the snow covered woods. You pull your hood to keep the cold from making your ears chapped and start to hum to yourself completely unaware of the hungry eyes following you.

Gavin follows you closely never losing sight of you, everything about you is devine and he had thought so from the moment he saw you. He was a recluse and lives deep in the woods by himself never wanting contact with the village closest to him but every now and again he needed to trade pelts for other goods to keep him going. That's when he saw you, your big soft eyes that reminded him of a doe, your soft laughter when your friend made a joke, your scent almost made his heart leap from his chest. He knew then that you were his but he didn't approach you to worried he'd lose control so close to the full moon and harm you, he'd go to you when the time was right and until then he'd have to be content.

That was three years ago now, he always told himself that tomorrow would be the day, tomorrow would come and he'd find himself on the outskirts of the village watching you from the trees unable to approach you. So here he was again, following you to your grandmother's. Tonight was harder than ever before with the full moon tomorrow, every instinct in him screaming to throw you down and claim you as his. Gavin was about to give up the walk with you and head back home to deal with his urges there when a sudden wind blew by and he caught you on the wind, you were fertile right now. And like that every rational thought flew from his mind as his inner beast started to take over, the last bit of his humanity hanging on wouldn't let him take you on the forest floor, your first time needed to be special. So he gave your unsuspecting figure a final glance before dashing head.

Unaware of the danger you walk to the door of the home and knock, the walk had taken longer than expected due to some trees down in the path and it was dark by now. You'd have to ask some men in the village if they could clear it for you when you get back. Knocking again you hear a soft "come in" come from the back of the house, stepping inside you notice that the fire was nearly out so after latching the door you set you basket down and work to build the fire.

"Sorry I'm late grandmother, some trees were down and it was kind of a hassle climbing over them." You hear a small hum in acknowledgement and continue, "I'm going to see if Luther can clear it when I get back, I'll ask if he can bring some to you too. Grandmother have you eaten yet? I can make you something to eat, I've brought bread and meat."

In your rambling you don't notice the figure approaching you and your hood blinds your peripheral, a large hand lands on your shoulder and you are pulled from the hearth and spun around.

Gavin hears your heart speed up as you come to the realization that this was not your grandmother, you start to scream and push his arm away but he wraps his other arm around your waist pulling you into him and forces his tongue down your throat. With strength that impresses you the stranger lifts you with the one arm and sits you down on the nearby table. When you start to run out of air he pulls away and sweeps everything off the table and onto the floor. In the warm light of the fire you see the man and vaguely recognize him, he takes advantage of your shock and forces another kiss on you this one a little more tender than before. The man forces your back onto the wood beneath you and starts to bunch your skirts up to your knees and just like that your fight is reignited and you pound against his chest.

When he pulls away a string of saliva connects the two of you, one of his hands catches your's when you try to scratch his face. His other hand holds your face as his thumb sweeps across your bottom lip and mumbles to himself "What soft lips you have, the better to kiss."

"Stop please.. where is my grandmother. You didn't hurt her did you!"

He buries his nose into your neck and inhales "How kind you are, here you are pinned underneath a beast and all you can think about is your sweet old granny." His teeth graze your skin as he grinds his manhood onto your clothed cunt, "Don't worry sweet one, she's safe." He pulls away from your neck and pins your hips down to the table, taking your skirt between his teeth he pulls it to your waist and glances up at you. "I really wanted to wait, but you are just so tempting. You should really stay out of the woods so close to a full moon sweetling. But I know you'll forgive me for being selfish just this once."

And with that he disappears between your legs and presses his tongue flat against your slit groaning as your taste fills his senses. You tasted sweeter than any berries in this forest. You grasp his hair and try to yank him off you but he ignores your pulling and instead wraps his lips around your clit and starts to swirl his tongue around it. Your spine arches as a jolt of pleasure shocks you, you've never felt anything like this and your body welcomed it relaxing into his grip. Gavin hears your heart go steady and he knows he has you, he prods your entrance with the tip of his tongue before pushing it into you. He growls into you when he feels your walls clamp down onto him and he goes feral on you, sloppy eating you out while his thumb makes tight circles on your clit. Switching again he sucks on your bud and replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, he scissors them inside you trying to prepare you his knot.

You pull him closer to you as the pleasure starts to build to an almost unbearable tightness in your stomach. Every gasp and moan pushes Gavin into a more animalistic state. Just as the knot is about to snap he pulls away from you, you don't get the time to mourn the loss before he is pushing his swollen cock into you. The small amount of prep before did nothing to ease the burn as his cock pushed into you, your eyes water and hiss in pain when he gives you no time to adjust to him. Gavin shuts his eyes as he finally fucks you, none of his fantasies came even close to the way you feel around him.

A whimper brings him back to reality and he opens his now yellow eyes and sees tears streaming down your cheeks and your brow drawn together in pain. He stops his thrusting to cup your face in his callused hand and forces you to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry sweetling, I can't help myself. You're just everything a big bad wolf could want." He presses soft kisses to your lips and gives you a moment to calm down. Once he feels you relax around him he looks back at you, "What big eyes you have, the kind that drive me mad. Keep them on mine." His thumb swipes another tear away as he pulls out until only his tip is inside you, Gavin rolls his hips and sheathes himself fully again. His eyes stay locked onto your own as he repeats the motion several time slowly working you open and once you roll your hips back into his he picks up the pace, letting the animal inside him take over again.

The man above you terrified and excited you at the same time, your mind knew this wasn't something you wanted and yet your body succumbed so quickly, you didn't know which was the right feeling to have and all you did know was that you wanted more of him in the moment. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, the trapper growled again as the angle let him in deeper and through his parted lips you saw his teeth were becoming pointed before your eyes. The surge of fear only heightens your pleasure as you feel the knot start to build again rapidly.

Gavin smells you fear and it pushes him more into animal than human as he starts to pound into you, trying to force his knot into you before it swells completely. The only thing running through his mind is "breed", the werewolf in him completely taking over as his nails grew into claws and his fangs fully formed.

At the feeling of something bumping against your opening you raise your head a little and see a knot on his cock, transfixed you watch as it grows and as it starts to work it's way inside you. The added stretch burns a little but it's soon forgotten when you see it fully disappear inside you and suddenly you feel so full that you are pushed off the edge and your vision goes white. You grasp his forearms to try and ground yourself as you cum and your eyes flutter closed as you let the sensation wash over you.

He growls as you cum around him, your walls squeeze in a vice like grip. His claws dig into the cape beneath you and he rips holes into it when he feels his knot catch on your walls locking the two of you together. He continues to rut into you trying to forced himself as deep inside as possible, once his cock head kisses your womb he cums. Gavin shoots thick ropes of cum directly into your womb and he howls as he finally becomes one with you. After painting your insides white Gavin looks back to you, your eyes are glazed as you look up at him, your skin flushed and covered in sweat. Leaning down he captures your lips again, this time you return the kiss and drop your legs from his hips as your body goes limp. Soon enough all the pleasure leaves you and your mind starts to clear and the fear from before returns.

You try to pull away from the kiss but Gavin follows your lips so you try to wiggle your hips out from under him hoping to pull yourself off of him and get out from under the man. But when you do you feel him locked inside you and he growls into your lips before pulling away slightly with a dark chuckle, "I know you must be eager for more sweetling, but you need to stay still. I can't guarantee that I won't try to fuck my knot deeper into you, let's just enjoy the moment." He wraps your legs back around his waist and lifts you off the table, the both of you groan at the position change and you have to bite back another moan as he starts walking to the back of the cottage. He lays the two of you onto the bed and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, humming back to you the song you sang on your way here.

[letterstotheflre]

my drug is my baby

summary: sirius is glad he was patient enough with you and takes part of what he has been craving most

warnings: daddy kink, a smidge of religious references, dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering and oral sex (fem receiver), innocence/corruption kink

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i kinda hate this now but i think it’s because i read it too many times, idk || i think it's a universal experience to not being able to cum from your own fingers... right?? and we all know that sirius has a crying kink... also i think it’s so hot when they make you thank them for letting you cum, sue me!!

Sirius Black liked to believe he was a patient man when he needed to be.

He was known for being reckless, always jumping into the next adventure without much thought, ready to follow James wherever he went. Most of the time he spoke without thinking, especially if he knew his comments would make his parents red with rage. Sometimes he didn’t even mean what he said, he just spewed whatever progressive or controversial opinion he had in hopes of making his mother’s heart stop beating.

He revelled in making rash decisions, somehow always ending up being benefited by them. He never gave much thought to anything: always doing his homework last minute yet somehow still getting top marks, taking some jokes too far, never taking into consideration other people’s safety unless they were close friends.

Some may call him selfish, but he liked not having to put too much thought into every single action. He spent most of his childhood walking on eggshells, afraid of saying the wrong thing and being punished or worse, Regulus taking the beating for him. But now that he finally escaped the Black family, he enjoyed the freedom that came with leaving Grimmauld Place.

He enjoyed breaking rules and creating chaos. It made him feel mighty, knowing he had the power to make all of those choices, still coming out on top, and see how they affected certain people. Most applauded him, revered him for being so spontaneous and adventurous; others couldn’t stand him, complaining about his mean jabs and sometimes harmful pranks.

Yet he knew how to wait for the things he deemed important or worthy. He knew that it was best to wait for Euphemia’s cherry pie to cool down before eating it, to wait for three days after the full moon to make a werewolf joke to Remus, to wait a few hours after James lost a Quidditch match to suggest a quick trip to The Three Broomsticks. And he knew it was best to wait for you.

Good things come to those who wait, that was his mantra. Of course, most of his restraint when it came to you was because he cared deeply about you and your comfort, but his conscience also drove him to keep his hands to himself. Every time his hands were about to go under your skirt, every time he heard your breathy moans when he kissed your neck, every time you looked at him with pouty lips begging for a kiss and his fingers craved to squeeze your neck, he took a step back. He felt so guilty for tainting something that in his mind was so pure, so he just held you close and peppered your face with kisses until you giggled.

But the thought of you being so untouched and how bashful you looked when he teased you or someone made a sexual comment made him want to ruin your innocence. Something inside him craved to see you tainted, to have you writhing under him as he rolled his hips against yours while you clutched his shoulders. He wanted to take that holiness you had and turn it into something so sinful that there was no way for you to ask for redemption.

And when you opened the door and took the first step, who was he to deny you?

He dragged everything out. Since the day when he taught you how to touch yourself, he wanted to make you wait for every sexual act that followed. He wanted to see how long it would take for you to beg him for some relief.

So today during a lecture when you looked at him with glazed over eyes and begged him to help you relieve the strange ache you felt in your stomach since you woke, he decided to be benevolent and give you some relief. He swiftly moved his hand under your skirt (thanking God that most of your closet consisted of that particular piece of clothing and dresses) and pushed aside your underwear before his fingers made way between your dripping folds. He didn’t enter you, just played with your clit until you had to bite the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

But when you whispered a small “thank you, daddy” and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, the only thing he wanted to do was take you back to his room and press you to the bed until your legs shook and tears ran down your cheeks. His eyes quickly scanned the classroom to make sure no one saw or heard anything, shoulders tense because of your words. All he could see were students with their own glassy eyes as they listened to whatever the professor was talking about. Fucking tease, Sirius thought.

And now, as he watched you on your knees and clutching his leg, lips pouty and cheek nuzzling his jean covered thigh, he was thankful for being patient enough.

“Please, Sirius, they’re back,” you said. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but played dumb as one hand petted your hair. “What’s back, baby?”

“The tingles,” you explained.

“And you need me to fix it, hm?” A small taunt was evident in his tone. “Your hands aren’t enough anymore, right bunny?”

Your cheeks warmed up at the implication, nevertheless, you shook your head. You still managed to make yourself cum, but the way Sirius could play with your clit like an experienced musician and how his big hands moved your hips along his jean covered leg would never compare to your dainty digits. The thought of his big fingers inside of you was enough to increase the tingles, and your hands pressed down on your stomach trying to soothe the pain.

“Please, Sirius, it hurts so bad,” you whimpered.

“Use your words, angel. Be good,” he said. You looked up at him with watery eyes, your mind already slipping and not letting you form too many coherent thoughts. “Please, daddy,” you sniffled.

He kept petting your head. “What do you want, angel?” He asked, looking almost bored with the situation as he listened to your pleads. “Anything,” you whined.

He shook his head, mocking disappointment. “You know you have to ask for what you want, puppy.” Even though he wasn’t angry, honestly a little amused at your desperation, his voice was stern, trying to engrave his rules in your fuzzy brain.

Your hands squeezed his leg, “I need you… down there.”

“You need to be clearer.''

You closed your eyes. You hated being so crass, but Sirius certainly had no qualms about it. “I need you… in my pussy,” you got out. But it wasn’t enough, not for Sirius who longed to ruin every aspect of your innocence. “What do you want, baby? D’ya want my fingers or my tongue?”

“Both,” you whined. Bingo, he thought with a dark smirk that would’ve sent shivers down your spine if you weren’t absolutely drenching and desperate for his touch. “Up you get, puppy,” he said, “lay on the bed f’me.”

You got on the bed right next to him, your head laying on one of your fluffy pillows. Your dress rode up a bit with your movements, but it didn’t really matter, and you pressed your legs together trying to relieve some of the tension while you waited for Sirius to do something. He simply watched you, taking in the image of you wriggling in place and toying with the rings he bought you for your birthday.

You felt a soft touch on your calves, and it gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Sirius’s hands were moving slowly up your legs, nudging them apart without needing much force since you complied immediately. You were about to burst, ready to scream at him to just get on with it, but decided to keep quiet.

One of his hands made its way to the edge of your dress, swiftly going under it and his fingers slightly grazing your clothed pussy. Your hips bucked at the soft touch, but then just as quickly as it came it was gone. “No, come back!” you implored, reaching for Sirius’s wrist but being too slow.

Sirius arched one eyebrow, “What was that?”

“I’m sorry!” you cried out, “M’sorry, I just need you so bad. It hurts.” But Sirius remained where he was, arms now crossed over his chest as he looked at you. His eyes were full of disappointment and you wanted to cry, “What’s gotten into you today? You were so demanding in class before, so bratty, I don’t think you deserve it at all.” He was stretching the truth, you were by far the least bratty person he had ever been with, but he couldn’t help himself when he saw how much his words affected you.

A few tears fell at his words, “No, no, m’not bratty. I’m a good girl, daddy. I promise I’ll be so so good, your best girl! I won’t ask for anything more, m’sorry.'' You were saying anything you could to convince him that you were still his good girl, his angel.

Your lips were quivering and your chest was heaving with sobs you tried to keep inside; babbling apologies and trying to convince him that you would never act like this again, and he finally took pity on you. His hands gripped your ankles and opened your legs so he could lay comfortably between them. He could see a dark patch on your lavender underwear, and he huffed out a laugh with a slightly amused shake of his head. “I forgive you, bunny, but you’ll have to take everything that I give you. D’you think you can do that f’me?”

You nodded eagerly, choking a small ‘thank you’ as you tried to control your breath. He grabbed the ends of your dress and bunched it up over your waist, not bothering to take it off. He licked a strip over your underwear and the combination of his warm tongue with the friction of the cotton cloth was enough to make you mewl.

Sirius could not deny that he had been craving to taste you once more after he licked your fingers clean that day, and now only getting a smidge of your taste from what seeped through your underwear drove him insane. He needed to taste you completely, so he quickly pulled them off and pocketed them in the back of his jeans.

He used his fingers to spread your folds wide open, staring hungrily at all the slick that had gathered. “Oh puppy, look at the mess you’ve already made,” he crooned. “Y’re dripping, d’ya really need me this bad?”

“Yes, so so bad. Please, daddy.” He was so close, his warm breath hitting your wet folds and making you tremble in anticipation.

You watched, using your elbows to raise yourself a little, as he slowly started to take his rings off. “Hold ‘em for me, bunny, don’t want them to get dirty,” he said as he slid his chunky rings into your fingers. The metal dangled a little because of the size difference, so you closed your hands to keep them from falling.

Finally, his tongue made contact with your clit and you sighed in relief. It was followed by a moan when he started to suck on it, making sure to swirl his tongue all around before slurping. He looked like a starved man that finally came into contact with some sweet fruit, moving his head around your pussy to have you gushing on him. The ache in your tummy was slowly decreasing, now replaced with a nice fluttering feeling.

Your whines and moans echoed through his ears, resembling the most beautiful angel choir he had ever heard. He pulled away for a moment, “I’ve been waiting to taste you for days, puppy. S’better than I remembered.”

The more he pushed his tongue inside you, the more your legs shook. You involuntarily closed them, your pillowy thighs acting as earmuffs around Sirius’s head. He let them rest there for a few seconds before pushing them open once more, adding more fervour to his movements, eager to drink your sweet ambrosia.

Your closed fists went to his head, and you opened them a little to grip his hair, trying to ground yourself. “Gonna cum, daddy, can I?” You breathed out. Sirius just hummed, sending vibrations that were enough to make you let go. You tried to close your legs once more, but his shoulders prevented you from doing so. You felt like you were floating, your brain shutting off for a few seconds before returning to earth.

But Sirius didn’t stop moving his tongue, one of his fingers circling your hole before entering you slowly. Just one of his fingers felt like two of yours, even though you knew it wasn’t an accurate comparison. The stretch this time burned more than when you touched yourself, and you whined while shaking your head. “Too much, s’too much.”

Sirius paused for a moment so he could press your legs to your chest with one hand while the other kept moving in and out of you. The sudden switch in position made you gasp, but not as much as when Sirius thrust his fingers hard. “Are you dumb? I told you you had to take everything I gave you. D’you want to make me mad again?”

More tears fell when he curled his fingers, expertly finding that spongy spot inside you that pumped white heat through your veins. The way they twisted resembled a musician fiddling with a harp, your needy whines accompanying them like the main act. “No no, I can take it” you gasped, drowning in bliss as his fingers kept hitting the perfect spots.

You were already so close, Sirius giving you no respite as he quickly pushed his fingers. Your hand gripped his arm, fingertips digging the ink-covered skin. “C-close,” you whined, eyes rolling back and mouth open as you felt the tension ready to break.

“Going to make more of a mess, angel?” he grumbled, and you tried to nod as much as you could in your constricted position. Sirius chuckled, “Dirty little thing. Go on, I’ve got you.”

You whimpered brokenly as he pulled another orgasm from you. It felt like his fingertips were scrapping your insides to drag it out, and your feet dangled in the air as you swung them while trying to grab his wrist to stop him from moving.

Sirius couldn’t tear his eyes from you, with your pretty tears dripping down your cheeks and your chest heaving with small sobs from how good you felt. For him, all for him and only ever for him, because no one had ever touched you like he has and no one else ever would. “You look so pretty like this,” he cooed. “God I love your tears, baby, look how hard you make me.”

Your eyes moved down his body—when had he taken off his shirt? His tattoos splayed over his toned muscles made you clench around his fingers. You adored the small drawings that covered most of his body, they looked so beautiful on him and you just wanted to cry even more at how pretty your boyfriend was. When your eyes moved lower, following his previous instruction, you could see there was already a bulge in his pants that you knew was his cock, and your mouth watered at the thought of it just resting against his stomach like it did the first time you sucked him.

“I wanna feel you,” you cried while stretching your hands to touch him. He let you, your soft palms going over his chest and grabbing his shoulders so you could pull him down. “Kissie,” you breathed, letting his lips hover over yours for a second before kissing you hard and messily. His tongue played with yours and it only added more fuel to the fire inside you.

A moan broke you apart when his fingers resumed their pace, “P-please, no more” you babbled, the stimulation too much to bear.

“How are you gonna take my cock if you can’t take my fingers, hm?” He asked and you whined, his fingers burying themselves up to his knuckles and making your eyes roll back once more. Your mouth was dry from being constantly open, whimpers and moans constantly escaping from the open cavity. “Come on, one more, I know you have it in you. My good girl aren’t you?”

The squelching sounds were so dirty and they rang through your ears,  yet even through your fuzzy mind you could discern the important words, “Y-your good girl,” you managed to get out with a smile, glad to be praised by him.

His other hand pressed down on your legs even more, and now you could see the way the digits moved in and out of you, a slight sheen coating the skin every time they came out. “God, you were right, bunny, you are tight,” he grunted, “I don’t think I’ll ever fit, m’gonna break you.”

At that, your eyes widened. “No no, you’ll fit, daddy!” But he just chuckled at your desperation, “M’gonna break you in half, angel. Do you want that? Do you want me to split you open?”

A small chant of ’yes’ and ‘please’ echoed through the room. You could feel another wave coming, ready to wash over you as your toes curled in anticipation. It was like you were dangling on the edge, your hands holding on for dear life as you tried to hold on, and your moans grew louder and louder with every thrust Sirius gave.

Your clenching walls around his digits were warning enough for him, and he kept his eyes on your form as you struggled to keep it at bay, waiting for his permission. He watched as your ring clad fingers scrambled to the sheets, gripping them tightly as your head moved from side to side. “That’s it, bunny, let go f’me” and with one harsh thrust, you slackened the hold you had on your release and finally let go.

If you felt like you were still on your body you would’ve screamed. A white heat engulfed you as your vision grew hazy, your hips raising of their own accord and aiding Sirius in dragging your orgasm out. You looked so beautiful like this, a sweaty sheen on your skin and now tangled up hair sticking to your forehead. Sirius leant down, tongue cleaning the fallen tears before they dried, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you.

He grabbed your face, squishing your spit covered cheeks. “What do you say, angel?”

With a shuddering breath, you looked into his stormy eyes as he cleaned your release from his fingers with his tongue. “Thank you, daddy.”

You tried to lower your legs, but Sirius kept them in place. You stared at him, confused, yet he was staring at your puffy cunt, all shiny and stretched out for him. A smirk covered his lips as he finally looked at you, “I think y’re finally ready for m’cock, angel.”

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Daddys pretty slut

Remus just hits different amirite girls and boys and gays and theys

We love us an unbothered Daddy Remus

Warning: 18+, very smutty

Have fun!

“I’m sick of your tantrums, get over here.” Remus grits out. 

You were bored and decided to touch yourself a bit, whilst the boys were out, doing Merlin knows what. And just as you were about to cum, Remus came burstig through the door.

“Thought I wouldn’t know, hm? You’re really smart, pretty, not even bothering to hide your scent from your werewolf boyfriend.” He is mocking you and frankly you deserve it.

You wanted to slap yourself. Remus had told you so many times just how easy it was for him to distinguish not only your scent in a large crowd, but determine your emotions as well. And right now, you are soaked and needy. 

Your voice came out meek when you tried to beg for forgiveness. “Daddy I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to!”

Remus closed and charmed the door, walking over to you in heavy strides. “You should be thankful I didn’t tell the boys what is going on or this conversation would be very different. You know how they get.”

That did something to you. Sirius would have bend you over already, calling you every possible name in the book. James would probably fuck your face so hard you’d have trouble talking afterwards. They would give you the exact opposite of what you crave.

But Remus approached these situations differently, because he gave you precisely what you want and more. You want to cum? He’ll give you ten more. You want his cock in your mouth? He’ll have you suck for hours on end. You wanted him to stop? He wouldn’t touch you for days, until you were delirious with desperation. You have to be very careful what you wish for, but it actually doesn’t matter, because you lose either way.

Remus took off James’ burrowed flannel, looking at you with a thoughtful expression. You could see the clogs in his head turning and he sat down on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. 

He sighes, as if bored and you’d really think he was, if you wouldn’t have seen the slight glint of spitefullness in his eyes. He wants, no needs to punish you. He is livid, anger nearly boiling over, but he didn‘t let it show. He knows how antsy you get when he slips into the role of the calm dom.

You felt vulnerable sitting with your naked body against his fully clothed chest, tucking your head under his chin. 

“I thought we fucked the bratiness out of you already. How long has it been since we touched you? Seven hours and you’re already leaking like a pathetic whore?”

You whine quietly as his fingers harshly brush through your cunt, pinching your clit. “M’sorry Daddy.”

He kisses the back of your head, two fingers pushing inside, thumb against your clit. “You will be.”

Remus spreads his legs, automatically opens yours as well and wraps one arm tightly under your breast. His right hand keeps fucking you in a lazy rhythm, taking his time. He might not tell you that for the sake of scaring you, but this was his way of making sure that you were warmed up, ready to take whatever he gave.

You are panting already, pushing back. His long, thick fingers feel so full inside of your soaking pussy, rough pad of his thumb rubbing deliciously against your clit in soft strokes.

„M‘gonna give you so many cummies, baby, that you won‘t want to cum for a week,“ he spoke, lips brushing against the side of your temple. You knew better than to answer, and tried to kiss him but he pulled back.

„No, you don‘t get kisses. Sluts don‘t kiss their Daddys on the lips. Eyes on my hands, slut.“

You turn your head again, tearing up slightly of being denied your kiss.

„Daddy please, wanna kiss you so bad“, you whine, pussy clenching when he picked up his pace.

„Kiss my cock later, you don‘t get to have my lips. You don‘t fucking deserve it, slut. Why are you crying, hm? Ohh, you gonna cum aren‘t you. Fucking slut, you like this? Want Daddy to treat you like a fucking whore?“

„Yes! Yesyesyes m‘your whore, please wanna cum!“, you mewl, eyes rolling back.

„Daddydaddy m‘gonna cum, ple- ah fuckk“, Remus hand is fucking you so fast your chest is heaving with the effort to take the pleasure.

„Head back, open your mouth“, he commands. You comply instantly, letting him spit in your mouth, sucking bruises on your jaw.

Seeing him treating you so carelessly, spitting on your face and fucking you while he sat there, completely unbothered and calm, did it for you and you came hard. Your screams muffled by his hand on your mouth, his hand so big it covers your entire jaw.

„Pathetic whore, keep your voice down. S‘not not like anybody will come to help you out. Should be grateful that I‘m being so merciful.“

He kept fucking you for what felt like hours, and your already reached your sixth orgasm of the night.

„C‘mon babygirl, one more for your Daddy? One more for me baby, please?“, he cooed at you, lips smearing gently against your sweaty brow.

„Hurts, Daddy, don‘t wanna“, you babbled, so fucking tired. „Everything hurts Daddy.“

„Mm poor baby...How convenient that I don‘t give a fuck what you want, hm? You give me one more and I won‘t tell the boys anything.“

„Yes Daddy, everything for you. You forgive me Daddy right? Not mad anymore?“

Remus pushed his fingers back inside, gliding in easily, not giving you an answer.

„Daddy please, don‘t be mad, m‘your good girl. Fuck Da-“

He chuckles darkly, speeding up and curles his fingers harshly. Leaning down he bites your shoulder hard, squeezing you in his arms as you cry out, cumming on his fingers for the seventh time.

You are slipping in and out of subspace, babbling nonsense, nosing at his soft neck, stubble scratching your flushes cheeks.

„Hi Daddyyy“, you giggle between kisses, „Gonna fuck me now?“

„ Hi baby“, Remus croons, pressing his lips on yours, muttering against your lips. „M‘not Daddy anymore, baby. I forgive you, come back f‘me hm?“

His tone soft as he cuddles you, kissing all over your face, taking your shirt to clean up the mess you made with your cum.

„Ow, hurts, Daddy, Remus“, you tried to close your legs, but he spread them again, overpowering you without trying.

„Shh, be good, gotta clean you up before the boys get back.“

Finally letting go he let you pass out, tidying the room, before he slid in next to you, falling asleep just as fast.

He‘ll let this be your dirty little secret for now. You were his baby first anyway.

[katsukikitten]

WARNINGS: 18+ DUB CON/ NON CON? WEREWOLF BAKUGOU, THIS IS PURE FILTH JUST PURE SMUT 

You were never the best at running, especially not through the woods. So it is no surprise your heel snaps off causing you to trip over a small log. Your pelvis bone connects with the thick trunk, brushing your hip as your dress threatens to expose your underwear. 

A howl is heard in the distance paired with something moving through the brush at an ungodly speed, gaining on you much faster than you thought. 

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself, panting as branches seem to reach out. Their sharp, splintered claws grabbing at you and only catching your body con dress. Tearing it piece by piece, you are unsure if your faux bunny ears are still atop your head.It was unfathomable how wrong tonight had gone and how quickly. 

But then again it was Halloween and a full moon at that. They say the full moon has the power to make people act crazy and especially so on a blue moon.  Which made your panicked mind wander to the rumors about this town and what happens every blue moon. There were whispers of the older families having dark secrets. Fairy tales of beasts and mating but a second full moon in a month was so rare those murmurs and scoffs were supposed to be just that, rumors, stories. 

Not actual werewolves who couldn't control their urges during this magical event. The blue moon either filling them with unchecked rage or undeniable lust should they not take the necessary precautions. Although no one would say what exactly those precautions are. 

Your first hint about the rumors being true should have been the local news station. You thought it a Halloween prank when they advised women ages of 20 to 30 to remain indoors for tonight, to lock their windows and doors. To adorn their throats in silver to protect them from unwanted bonding. You had rolled your eyes as you got ready for your daily college classes, jumping into your black skinny jeans and blood red sweater.  

Your second hint should have been the absence of your good friend Kirishima. He always walked you to your English class since his history course was in the same building but this morning he was a no show. He didn't even respond to your texts last night asking if he wanted to go to a Halloween party with you. 

Your final hint should have been when the normally aloof, irritable and "untouchable of the big three" lab partner you had for biology growled in your direction. This would be the first thing he had said all semester.

"Don't go out tonight, got it extra?" His voice is clipped and he is acting strange, his left hand gripping onto his right forearm so harshly a bruise was beginning to bloom. You chalk it up to nerves for the upcoming exams. 

"Oh is someone gonna bite me like the news anchor said?" You giggle, turning your focus back on your work only for the professor to cancel class early. You pack your things as Bakugou sits rigid, still. He fixes you a harsh glare before he stands, pulling the strap of your purse causing you to become a little off balance.  His eyes dance over your frame, over your exposed neck but you do not notice, barely see his canines elongate as he snarls. 

"You'll wish that's all that they did." 

Looking back you wish you had noticed it before, then maybe you wouldn't be in the situation you were in now.

You burst through the trees and find yourself in a clearing. Here you would a sitting duck to whatever the hell was chasing you. Still not believing your eyes and you crossed paths with a giant wolf. Fur golden in the moon light and eyes a haunting, gut wrenching familiar red. It wasn't too long after that did it give chase. 

The howl behind you is too close for comfort as you barely have time to jump into a patch of briars and thick prickly bushes that sit on the edge of a creek. By some odd instinct you grab onto the ice cold mud and smear your arms and part of your neck with it, clenching your jaw so your teeth do not chatter. 

Suddenly a large beast bursts into the clearing, wet nose sniffing at the air and ground before it shifts in the clearing under the moonlight. It is a haunting sight. Bones snap and grind as features twist into grotesque angels until it finally forms into that handsome familiar face. The ash blonde fur retreats until it is only on the top of his head, faded beneath while the top looks finger brushed and wild. He is shirtless and his pants are torn from the calf down, the only beastly feature he keeps is the glow of his blood red eyes. You swallow, biting your lip to stop from shaking; this is not the Bakugou you knew. Not that you knew him that well in the first place but there was some power in having a crush. You had learned his mannerisms in the first year here at University, somehow always in a class with him, with one of the three legendary "heartthrobs" of the school. He was as hot headed as the rumors said and he was just as handsome if not more so. Itching for a fight and yet oddly quiet when in close proximity to you. An action you took to mean he either hated you or didn't even know you existed. 

So it's safe to say you're unfamiliar with this manic, wolfish grin. 

Feral incarnate. 

He sniffs the air. 

"Where are you little ooooonnne?" He calls cruelly, "I can smell you." 

His body goes through the motions of tensing and relaxing, another howl breaks through the eerie silence but this time much farther away. Bakugou's ears perk, his grin twisting in such a way it screams malice, unbridled rage and yet excitement. 

"You must be in your mortal heat. Guess I'm not the only one who can smell it. Didn't I tell you not to go out tonight?" His voice is dark, haunting as the wind catches down from you, carrying your scent away from him. 

"I knew your dumb ass would ignore me, I took a precaution to that and yet you didn't even bring your fucking purse?!" 

Your purse? 

Is that how that red cloth and weird silver dollar got into the bottom of your purse? 

Bakugou shifts his weight, giving his back to you as he prepares for something coming that you cannot hear. In the meantime you allow your eyes to study his physic, following his scarred back, broad shoulders all the way down to his deadly hands. One of his palms is burned in the shape of a perfect circle, you swallow thickly. The sound causes his ears to twitch and look over his shoulder, making eye contact with you through the brush. 

But he does not have time to react as a black furred beast with glowing ruby eyes jumps into the clearing. Sniffing the air wildly before baring his teeth towards Bakugou. The beast huffs and growls before finally shifting into his human form, a cold sweat settles in your bones. 

"Where the fuck is she?" You have never heard your friend use a tone so dark as Eijiro continues to pace, keeping his eyes glued to Bakugou. 

"Fuck off Kirishima, shes mine." 

"I don't see a bonding mark on her yet." Its more a feral growl than anything, "You said you didn't waste your time on mortals." 

"I fucking changed my mind. And you know why, her smell is…" He inhales deeply, testing to see how much of you can be sensed. The most he can tell is that you're close by but he cannot pinpoint you, he fights to keep his eyes from falling over his shoulders to see you. 

He's dying to know how you masked your scent without with an Alpha's pheromones or a silver piece. But that would have to wait, at least if he wanted to ensure it was his seed that stuffed you. He bites his lip, the thought sends a shiver down his spine. First he had to deal with Kirishima then he could take his time making you his. 

"Well you know how it is don't ya? Didn't know you were such a pervert, Eiji. Is that why you walked her to class? Hoping she'd make you her boyfriend or some sappy shit?" Bakugou taunts, head tilting in mock question, "Guess you can't hold back anymore can you? Dreaming about giving her your knot?" 

Kirishima bares his teeth, fighting the urge to buck at another Alpha, especially one he knows he will have to fight with full force. He opens his sharp toothed mouth to retort but yet another beast finds it's way into the clearing coming from the opposite of Kirishima but to the right of Bakugou. 

The beast looks wild, heterochromatic eyes glisten beneath the full moon as white and red fur clash all the way down his spine. A collar around his throat catches the light as a broken chain drags across the ground, there are shackles around his wrists and ankles as well. Bakugou smirks, adrenaline fueling his excitement over what is about to be a damn good fight. 

"You watchin little slut? Look at what your scent can do." He changes his stance into that of a fight, "You've got two normally non aggressive Aplahs ready to get their asses handed to them and for fucking what?"

The three of them shift their eyes and bodies this way and that before Bakugou licks his teeth.  

"God I can't wait to bury my face in that soaked pussy." He lunges, transforming mid leap into a hauntingly powerful wolf. His teeth are exposed, lip curled up in a snarl as his targets Kirishima first.  Kirishima barely shape shifts in time, pearly white teeth sink deep into his shoulder before gnashing at his throat. Deafening growls and yowling surround the clearing. Kirishima attempts to kick Bakugou off of him as they tumble closer to who you assume is Todoroki who bares his teeth. He launches himself at the other Alphas. His teeth find purchase in Bakugou's shoulder, blood staining white and blonde fur a like. There is no yelp or howl, just a stomach churning growl before Bakugou turns his attention towards the two toned wolf. Snapping his jaw as he attempts to get a grip on the chained wolf who dodges. Bakugou's teeth gleam with dripping crimson, a snarl of warning before he propels himself towards Todoroki. Sharp teeth bite at two toned fur as Shoto bares his teeth, growling, snapping his jaw at his opponent. Kirishima begins to get to his feet, limping as he avoid putting weight onto one of his front legs, crimson drips down onto the chilled dirt. He keeps his ruby red eyes on the two dancing wolves.

Bakugou strikes faster than Todoroki can dodge, and angry teeth clamp down at Todoroki's throat. The collar snaps from the force before Bakugou sinks his fangs deep into Todoroki's throat. 

An ear ringing yelp is heard as blood pools into Bakugou's stained muzzle, white fur marred in crimson as Todoroki begins to sway. As the hot head's jaw is locked onto tender flesh, Kirishima attacks. Biting at the nape of Bakugou's neck and yanking him from Todoroki with force, tossing him with ease. The light colored wolf flies into trees snapping the thick oaks as if they were twigs. Buying some time for the two injured wolves, any other alpha would have seen this as a win, knowing the two from rival families would retreat to lick their wounds. 

But Bakugou was no normal alpha. This gut clenching fight taught you as much. Todoroki struggles to keep consciousness, his throat dripping an insane amount of blood. He falls to his side huffing almost wheezing before he shifts back into human form, shackles shrinking to readjust to his wrists. Kirishima whines nudging at the unconscious, possibly dead man. All the while crimson red eyes peer through the unsettled dust before soaring through the air, landing on top of the black wolf. Pinning his back onto the ground as dark paws claw at bared teeth. Trying desperately to keep him at bay but with one fucked front paw it is a futile attempt. Quickly Bakugou overpowers him, sinking his teeth too deep into his friend's throat and keeping his muzzle there until the whining and yelping stops. Until he too shifts back to his human form. 

You fight to keep your own whimpering in, still hidden in the brush while you hoped, prayed that he somehow got disoriented. That he forgot where you were. 

His head snaps towards you, mouth dripping saliva and thick red blood. His eyes glow as his stalks closer. He stops just before the underbrush shifting back into that devilishly handsome face. He is soaked in blood, scratches line his face and chest. He wipes at his mouth but not once does his fist wipe away the cocky smile he holds. 

He scares you but what scares you most is how your body is reacting to such a gruesome sight. A muscular man dripping in sticky red, droplets tracing the outline of his abs and a smile of triumph as two people lie wounded, possibly dead behind him. It made your pussy throb, the strength, the raw need and want to win and for what? For you, for your essence and the promise of a futile womb. 

He can smell your fear as he yanks you from the bushes and thorns. 

"Don't worry, it's not my blood." He grins, pulling you closer to him as you try to push away. Just like you're trying to push away these odd feelings that swirl in your chest, in your stomach; of a weird pride and arousal. It was of no use, like pushing dead weight up a forty five degree hill, this too was a losing battle.  

"K..kirishima." Your eyes are glued to his unmoving body, causing a deep rage to form in Bakugou's chest. He grips your chin forcing you to look at him his other hand goes straight for your sex, cupping the underwear allowing his fingers to swipe over the damp fabric. 

"Don't you ever say his fucking name while you're wet for me. Got it?" His fingers are causing divots in your cheeks as you whimper from his contrasting touch. Harsh grip, soft strokes. As if reading your mind he takes a deep breath, not meaning to inhale so much of you.  

"They ain't dead, you're worth the trouble. But not that much trouble. Now focus on me." He let's go of you, drinking you in smirking when he sees your costume. Or what's left of it anyway. 

Thick irony that you would choose to be a bunny of all nights. He fingers the fake ears with earnest. 

"Fitting." He purrs before taking both of his hands to the front collar of your dress, ripping the fabric from your torso. He growls audibly mumbling to himself "Much better." As you stand with your tits exposed, your lacy underwear catching his attention beneath fishnet tights. He bites his bottom lip, pulling you to him as he buries his face into your tits. Nipping sucking and biting as he eases your buckling legs towards the ground. 

"Fuuuuck." He groans, pressing his cheek harshly against yours, trying to scent you as best he can without claiming you fully.  It's hard, fuck is it hard. It always has been, since his first class with you.  

You weren't a beta nor an omega. Hell you were of no wolf relation and yet you reeked, oozed of pheromones that drove him and apparently the others mad. He had tried to protect you, he really had, scenting a piece of an old t-shirt and even burning himself on silver. 

He wanted you, he needed you, his cock ached for you. Weeping now at your arousal making his canines ache with an even greater pain. 

But you were fucking mortal and he was betrothed. Technically all three of the aplahs in that clearing were betrothed to omegas.  It was evident your smell seduced them as well. 

He brings himself to your shoulder, biting hard enough to draw blood, claws, stuck halfway between human and wolf, rake down your back and ass making ribbons of the flesh. Still you moan and he occasionally swallows those whole as he kisses you. Letting you taste copper as his tongue placates yours, he subconsciously secretes soothing and lustful hormones and they are strong enough to make even you high. His hand finds your nipple and when you arch into him he loses his shit. Breaking the kiss to sniff you, nosing and biting until he finds that sweet spot. He opens his mouth, salivating at the thought as his teeth and cock beg for relief. He freezes, squeezing you to him for a moment. The action causes your ribs to creak in protest and yet you feel warm, safe. 

His mouth hovers over your pulse point, the salty sweet taste of you, breaths away from the exact spot he would need to sink his aching teeth into to make you his.  

In a quick motion and a test of will he shoves you onto your back, ripping at the fabric between your thighs after he forces your legs open. You do nothing to stop him, not that could. 

Not that you would.  

He slips his tongue between your folds and licks up, swirling the wet muscle when you buck against him. He hooks his arms around your legs gaining control over your hips and eats. 

See Bakugou is a glutton and he will not stop until he is satisfied. It would be a gift and a curse for you.  

He works his mouth against you thoroughly as the coil in your stomach snaps over and over again. Your hand fisting his hair as you cry out in hoarse gasps, legs shaking around his head, thighs squeezing his skull as he coaxes another high from you. 

Your entire body is shaking, worn out already from however long he sucked, nipped and lapped at your core. Finally he seemed to come up for air but only to watch your sex convulse. He looks up to you causing your heart to skip a beat. His hair is that much more wild, his intense gaze glowing red in the low light and his face glistens with your slick.

"Fuck!" You cry out, letting your head fall back into the ground. 

"What's wrong bunny? Can't handle a little head?" He shoves two fingers deeply into you making a come here motion. You ride another body quaking high as he tries to stretch you to accommodate him. His breathing becomes frantic, as he chases a smell you're emitting. Thrusting harshly into you as his other hand abusesyour clit until that deliciously addicting smell he's chasing crescendos. Your scream echoes in the woods as clear liquid shoots over Bakugou's forearms, all the while you held fluttering eye contact, practically melting in his hands. His fangs grow and he cannot hold himself back any longer. He shoves his pants all the way down, even off of his ankles as he sinks his lengthy girth into you in a snap of his hips. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoot through you like a live wire as you begin to mewl, needing him to move. 

"More, more." You whine, tears prick your eyes as he smiles a deadly smirk. 

"You're such a talkative cock sleeve. You want my knot that bad? Then take it." He thrusts into you setting a deep harsh pace. Alternating between quick succession and slow deep throats. Biting at the skin of your chest and shoulders, torturing you in such a way.  

Punishing you for being mortal. 

"Why?" It's a guttural growl as your mind is lost on another plane, "Why do you have to be mortal?" 

He emphasizes each word with a thrust of his hips earning him a lovely raspy moan from you.

"I want to...to fucking mark you.  Make you mine. The thought of any other alpha or even fucking human touching you…." His thoughts have him chasing two very dangerous highs, snapping his hips so he comes closer to your throat.  

"Please...please Bakugou." You whimpering encourages him. 

He breathes you in, tasting you without even a flicker of his tongue. Your arousal, your damp hair sticking to the column of your throat, the faint scent of your shampoo. 

Somehow he reigns himself in again. Teeth elongated enough they almost scrape your skin.  His breath comes out hot and heavy as you squirm beneath him for friction, wanting nothing more than to be filled. If he does this, if he makes you his mate, it would surely complicate everything. 

"You have to tell me you want it." He's panting, vulnerable as he looks at you, your heart shatters from the look. Deafening reason and logic as it screams how badly you want to be his and he yours. 

"Not just because it feels fucking good right now." His voice is husky, rasped as he fights the weight of his instincts, "Not because I'm fucking hot or a novelty to you mortals. If I mark you, you'll always feel something for me and vice versa. We'll be tethered and attracted to one another even if we fucking hate each other." 

Slowly you nod, again he grabs onto your chin, sliding it down to your throat as he squeezes. 

"This isn't some good acid trip, this isnt some fucking dream. You'll have to meet the elders. You'll have to deal with my ruts." Again he's panting, shaking from holding himself back, having half a mind to just kill you. Still you do not move away from his touch. 

"My jealousy. My rage. My need for territory control. I'll come home dripping in blood. I'll kill other Alpahs." He breathes your name in such a way you clench around him. He growls from the sensation. You struggle to speak beneath his grip, head floating but some how in the right spot. 

"I...I can handle it. Mark me Bakugou Katsuki. Fucking make me yours, fill me use me. Just…" He stares into your eyes until he can no longer take it. Pounding into you in a harsh pace, finally giving in  

"You'll take my knot like a good slut won't you?" His eyes watch you nod before they fall to your breasts. Watching them bounce from the force of his thrusts. His hips turn sloppy as your high builds again. You claw at his back and his smells your high as he tries to time it right. He sinks his teeth into your throat, keeping it just a hair above a marking. 

You feel a growing pressure as his tip stretches you even more until he finally sinks his teeth into you with a grown. His thrusts stuttering as hot ropes paint your walls. Your cunt flutters around it as all you can do is become limp in his grip. His arms are fully around you, his mouth still to your throat as he slowly eases up. His body giving off a bonding hormone so strong that even your moral senses can pick up on. It you drown in a high scented in spice caramel and heat.  He pants heavily, his arms shaking as he kisses you fiercely, teeth bumping into yours before he pulls back.

Weakly you claw at him to hold him as he whispers praises. He lifts you, pulling you towards his chest to keep you safe as you begin to drift. His mouth is pressed to your ear and you can hear the cocky smile in his voice. 

"Get some rest while you still can mate." His hand snakes around to your stomach, his fingers lightly caressing the skin.

"We aren't done until you're carrying my pups."

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Burning for love; JJK [02]

Contents: Smut, like a little heavy, but just a little, this just started, dirty talk, supernatural, romance, fluff and another painfully unedited chapter.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x Omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come and find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello little ones, I’m really sorry about this chapter because don’t know if this is what you were waiting for but mainly for the time that I promised before but it actually took me more than I thought and this is a tiny bit longer than what I was used to, so hope this makes something for you, thank you for reading! 😭😭😔😔🥺🥺💖💖

Jungkook wasn’t feeling himself that day and the fact that he did’t really knew what was happening with his mind was not really great, all that plus that attitude of yours adopted after knowing the truth behind the bond between your (by that time) unknown mate, so after that one and only night that you let him have you for himself and just himself he knew that he would never had enough of you. Ever since he was just a little pup learning how to shift, watching you so timid, behind your mom’s legs, smaller in size than him and afraid that you wouldn’t be able to have friends, but in fact every single one of the pups around you wanted to be your friend, your glow was just like that, so attracting even as a kid but sometimes you were a little overwhelmed with the attention, almost on the verge of tears, even at that time, being so little old he would feel the need to drop everything he was doing and just held you, maybe a little kiss on the cheek, but just with you, he would cringe if he had to kiss other girls cheek, he wanted to protect you. So his mother knew before himself, and she would just watch with heart eyes, eventually she would explain to him the paths that the moon weaves on her own to reunite two souls destined to be one, and he thought he was dreaming, but he had to wait, until you were ready. You were always good friends, not too close since you were still too shy, just enough to let him scent you every now and then, let him walk you home and even held your hand in the way to end with just a tiny hug but he started to grow up and since he was two years older than you he presented as an alpha first, he had to learn what a heat was, the pain of being incapable of touching you and showing you how much he wanted to spend his life with you, the pain that caused by having you so close but so far away. His mother and father were watching with concern and living the difficulties with him, everything was tolerable until Jungkook turned eighteen, his wolf becoming stronger and more demanding, clawing at him to come and get you but a little part of his brain reminded him that you were only sixteen and not prepared yet, so his parents, with the intention of distracting his mind sent him away to a camp were other future pack leaders trained to make the best of their abilities and it actually worked, but when he was back, a year and a half later, you being a young lady with new fucking aromas, it felt like you were a damn drug, your hormones changed and you were almost ready, but he couldn’t do anything about his desire so he walked away from you and you thought that he hated you, that somehow he changed his mind about you all this time by himself but boy, you couldn’t be more wrong. You tried, you really tried, tried to forget about how he scented you, kept an eye on you in case you would need help, little gazes around, expressing something without the need of words, tried to forget his puppy eyes and that pretty smile of his, not even mentioning the protective bubble that somehow he manages to create for you, but when you thought that every little detail was finally out of your mind your omega blood kicked you in the ribs and the dreams started to come and go, your mind understanding all the feelings that you had with him, but you didn’t wanted it that way, you wanted to be paired with someone simple, just like you, not really wanting to be the center of attention and being with Jungkook just meant getting hateful glances from the pretty omegas around, Jungkook was wanted in more that one way and transporting both of your thoughts to right now, this moment, you wrapped around his hard body as if your life depended on it, reminded you that after all you would be the one he held at the end of the day, always.

It’s to this point that you don’t have idea how both of you ended in what you supposed is his room or at least a place where he spends a lot of time, judging only by the incredible and strong scent of him everywhere.

“Don’t worry my pretty angel, I built this place just for you. I knew since the very first moment I laid eyes on you that you will be mine and a good alpha is the one who takes good care of his omega, right?”

If your mind was gone before now you feel like floating, but at the same time all that’s in your mind is him, him, him and him alone.

He’s caressing your cheek while he’s talking, the timbre of his voice like silk hugging your sense of hearing, your sense of touch screaming for you to past your fingertips between his silky hair strands and to trace his lips, your sense of taste aching to know every single one of his flavors and your sense of smell… Oh hell, that blessing of a powerful sense of smell, sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse, but right now there’s nothing more pleasant for the omega blood running through your veins than that, you wish you could melt with him, right now you feel like its not enough, even with you straddling him, nose buried deep in his scent gland and rubbing yourself on him.

“Pretty girl is having a hard time, isn’t she, where do you want me to touch, huh, honey?”

You couldn’t wait any longer so instantly after he finished that words your hand took his to tease yourself a little, closed eyes while you traveled his hand in the middle of your chest, down your tummy and finally over your hot and aching center.

“Gods above, I swear I can smell every little detail, have I triggered your rut sweet baby?”

You felt like simple jello between the fingers of your seductive lover.

“You want me to rub you over all this layers of clothes, don’t you want me to use my mouth on this glorious cunt of yours, knock you up with a healthy litter of pups, with this amazing tits to drink from, gods, such a dream for your alpha”

There wasn’t any rational thoughts in your mind right now, everything was kind of too much, the roughness of the sheets under both of you, the roughness of his fingers, everything was too hot.

“You made me wait so long for you. My little omega does not have idea of the pain I used to feel just by seeing you smile and blush, felt like a sin to me, smelling like one too”

By the time he’s saying that he was changing positions kneeling you right in front of his pretty thighs.

“I’m really sorry for you puppy, but you will have to wait just like me back then”

You were slightly confused, since your mind was all over your man and suddenly losing his warm touch when he kneel you before him.

“Touch me now little one, touch me with that silky hands, put that pretty mouth of yours on me”

You were gone again, you have never sucked someone off but you were entirely being guided by the heat of the moment and natural instincts.

“Pull me out of the pants angel”

You did as you were commanded, a pretty long length was released in front of your eyes, making you salivate just at the mere view, flushed and veiny, definitely pretty.

“What should I…”

Jungkook could only smile at you with that beautiful glint in the eyes, possessiveness.

“Lick me sweet angel, as if I was your favorite sweet”

Once again you obeyed the orders of your alpha, licking a stripe up his pretty cock just to add a little suck to the dripping head, making him release a loud moan, hands instantly grabbing your hair and guiding your head up and down.

“So good baby, such a good girl, little obedient bitch for the one who owns you, suck a little harder baby, not gonna break”

You did it and he let his head fall back, letting you see his neck, his Adam’s apple bob, more veins appearing in his perfect skin but what caught your eye was a single and simple little place, where you knew he had his scent glands, your little heaven in other words, guided just by the thought of it your canines started to grow in size, wanted to mark what was by the law of the moon yours, but snapped back to reality when you heard him hiss in pain, making him met you worry eyes.

“Hey little one, careful there, it hurst a little bad if you use that fierce canines, you will get what you want if I think you deserve that, so work hard”

His eyes were telling you to behave and to keep going so you attached your lips once more to the head of his length licking and sucking what he had to offer for you, taking little breaks to just breathe a little deeper, only for him to grab again your head and stuffed your mouth full, rough and encouraging him to just go deeper, choking you.

“That’s right sweet angel, choke on that cock, hurt a little that throat of yours just for tomorrow to remember that your big bad aloha did it”

He was loosing himself a little too quickly without giving you nothing, so he separated you from his core, watching with love and lustful eyes the way his cock was connected to your lips by a mixture of his precum and your saliva.

“Bring yourself over here precious thing and let me have a taste of you”

Legs guided purely by the desire burning inside your body, not even thinking twice and throwing yourself in the mattress , imagining already the worship of your beloved mate, shyness suddenly hitting you hard and attempting to close your legs and hide your burning core from hungry eyes.

“Come on sweet girl, don’t be so shy when seconds ago you were all over my cock, I will show you exactly how perfect I am for you so you don’t have that stupid ideas again, of giving yourself to another wolf, even knowing that you will always end up in my arms.”

You frown, taken aback by the little sentence at the end.

“How did you…?”

You were a little surprised that he somehow found out that little comment you have made to one of your closest friends, you had made it without thinking, full of anger after you found out who was you alpha.

“You thought that I would never now?, that little comment that made want to rip every throat in my way, especially the one of that little weak alpha you compared me with…He would never have a female like you, only because you are mine, mine and mine alone, remember that we are connected honey, anywhere you go my senses will be right behind you, that’s a little of how much you drive me crazy and you have to always remember that the moon never makes mistakes”

After that sentence he buried his head deep between your legs, licking a long stripe in that delicate and most intimate part of your body making you look up at the ceiling and letting out the most lustful moan in your short life but the fact that you wasn’t looking right at him while he ate you out with all the love and the possessiveness in the world made him mad enough to suck harder and harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves situated right in the center of your core, taking out of you a little groan of pain, not being prepared for his rough teeth and tongue.

“Look at me my sweet angel, why don’t you want to see your alpha praised your body, watch me prepare you to be the mother of my pups, oh yes honey I know you would raise them well, gods above, our pack will see you so pretty with a big baby bump and smelling of me everywhere”

And at this point you wanted everything he wanted, he was yours and you were his, his desires and dreams were also yours, wherever he went you would be right by his side, expecting to fill any need that he might have, as soon as he bruised your skin with that fangs of his, marking you for life, there will be no return.

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