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seeminglydark · 2 days
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POV: werewolf won’t tell you who he is in real life cuz he thinks he’s boring. You hide said werewolf in your apartment one night and wake up to find the cute barista from a few towns over naked and asleep on your floor. He’s still about half feral, and hasn’t been able to kiss properly yet cuz EVEN THOUGH he’s got a man’s body in were!form that’s probably good for most things (wink wonk), his wolfy face ain’t so good for smooching you. So in this moment, maybe you’re both a little feral.
More werewolf Au, this is part one of a spicy/suggestive line of thought. ENJOY.
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Part One:Sunshine release date: Monday, April 1st
Part Two:Knuckle Velvet release date: Wednesday, April 3rd
Part Three:Smoke release date: Saturday, April 6th
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❥MATZ x fem reader
➯a/n: THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC. THE DOVE ISNT JUST DEAD, I THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. i won't include all of the warnings for the full story in this teaser, because it is long and detailed, just know it is a DARK romance. if you choose to read it when it comes out, the warnings will be listed there. i'm very proud of this work and can't wait to share 💕
(>ᴗ•)♡´・ᴗ・`♡genre: yandere, smut, a/b/o au
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: SO MUCH LIKE WOW . for trailer specifically: murder
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The beta in the large room ignores Hongjoong as he continuously asks after 'the pretty omega'.
     He just sweeps and sweeps, finally understanding why you hate coming up here. He has his back turned to the cage, and consequently, to the windows.
     High on the tall walls, the narrow glass is opened from the outside. Seonghwa smirks, and gestures his head to it. Hongjoongs gaze follows, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.
      A skinny figure is sliding its way in through the window sideways.
     He drops to the floor as silent as a mouse, landing on his knees and grinning wildly up at his alphas.
     Hongjoong throws his head back in preemptive relief, while Seonghwa is watching with a similarly wide smile as the man walks straight through the blood ash, breaking the circle with the tip of his shoe.
      The worker still has his back turned as the lock on Seonghwas cage is picked with a long claw. He doesn't even know what's happening as the next thing he knows, he's thrown across the floor.
Blood ash knocks up around him, coughs wracking his body as he looks up to his assailant.
Park Seonghwa, newly freed from his cage, looks down at the worker with his eyes glowing red.
"Now usually..." He begins, crouching to be face to face with him, "I'd go through this whole place just for the fuck of it and cause some beautiful chaos. But I'm looking for someone."
"(Y/n)?" He stutters out, backing away only to knock into Hongjoongs legs. Stuck between the two nefarious criminals, he chooses his own head over yours. "The second floor! Sh-she's on the second floor!"
"Let's go get our omega, Joong."
Nonchalantly, Hongjoong draws his claws and slices the neck of the worker. He hops over the gurgling body and follows his mate with an ecstatic giggle.
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aboutwerewolves · 27 days
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Submissive and needy werewolf boyfriend????
OKAAAY SUBMISSIVE AND NEEDY WEREWOLF BF ASKSWEJDJ I'M SO SORRY THIS IS NOT THAT GOOD BUT LIKE- I TRIED OKAY!
Your werewolf boyfriend is in heat. And that means he's very sensitive. He's whimpering and basically a mess. While you were at work you kept receiving all kinds of calls and messages. And when you finally get home, he's spread out for you all nice and pretty with tears in his eyes because he's missed you and your cunt so much.
You barely manage to lock the door after coming inside, before your boyfriend leaps at you. He's begging you for release, trying to scent you and kiss you. He's honestly just confused on where to touch you first because there are so many things he wants to do to you, and so many things he wants to be done to him.
As you lay down, your clothes discarded and you spread out your legs for him, he dives in to eat you out. It's honestly not much of a surprise since he eats you out for his pleasure. All while humping pathetically on the bed hoping for some sort of release. You literally have to calm him down because he's SO IMPATIENT. Like he wants to eat you out, and fuck you, wants you to ride him, edge him, overstimulate him⎯ all at the same time. This is making him cry so much and he's literally lapping at your cunt for more.
You giggle at his state and he just whimpers, because you're being SUCH A MEANIE. (his words) This is the same guy who on other days fucks the thoughts out of you. He's one hell of a switch tbh.
Long story short, you cannot go to work for the next three days (or more), because your werewolf boyfriend needs you to fuck him senseless. Good luck<3
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Werewolf 141 Boyfriends
the furry cod fan writes a werewolf au! everyone is not shocked! lmaooo
pt 2
!!NSFW minors dni!!!
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cw: werewolves au, monster f◇cker content lmaooo, nsfw and fluff HCs, human gn!reader, tail wagging, fur scratching, light bondage, "not" 🪢, transformations, blood, raw meat, consensual x, rough x, biting, etc, self indulgent ☆♡, breeding, no reader description
they transform on full moons, new moons and have 1 week of continuous werewolf-ability the week of Halloween! usually the 1 week is much more calm. a slow, rolling transformation over the course of 2 days and the rest are taken up by him nuzzling you and marking your body lovingly.
of course they have increased smell and hearing but also strength and drive to protect you.
you are their person and nothing will come between them and their person
Soap
most energetic of them all, especially the days before his transformations. thankfully he can funnel all that energy into a mission or preparing to sit out his transformation at home.
lots of whining and whimpering when he's transforming. full moons make him pant like he's in pain. new moons are much less aggressive. he asks you to sit with him. he gets overwhelmed if you hold him so just light hand touches until he's fully shifted.
werewolf mohawk. long fur down the center of his back and tail
he gets mouthy when he's shifted. he doesn't mean to bite you hard or even bite you at all. but he holds your fingers in his maw and licks at the back of your neck when he's hunched over you in the kitchen.
doesn't know his own strength like every other big dog. knocks you over, knocks things over, has bumped the entire sofa onto its back.
behind the ear scratches or mohawk scratches. it gets his leg going like thumper
drooler. in his human form he's already a wet kisser, let him shift and it's a done deal for you.
when he kisses down your torso, leaving wet licks and nips at your skin he's practically leaving pools of drool dripping down your sides. he apologizes but doesn't mean it. he loves seeing your skin slick and shiny
his tongue has a mind of its own when it's pressed against your skin and it doesn't take long for him to press his tongue into you.
Gaz
groans and huffs when he's transforming. Kyle finds a comfy spot in the house and rides out his transformation best his can without bothering you much. sometimes you come home and find him in your closet, your tub, under your kitchen table.
he lifts his head and huffs when his eyes meet yours. his head immediately falls back in exhaustion, planning on just riding out the rest of his shift.
hungry boy when he's shifting. usually a couple days before he fully shifts he's eating everything in your fridge.
apologizes profusely when you catch him eating the steaks you were saving for dinner. raw. he's hunched over your kitchen sink, sharp claws covered in red from the steak when his canines tear another bite
you hate to admit it, but it's hot. the claws and the happy wags he gives when he's really enjoying something.
it's very common when you're in bed with him, especially the morning after he shifts to his werewolf form. he's curled around you in bed, claws desperately grabbing at your hips to wake you.
he huffs and nuzzles into you, rutting his cock between your thighs. his claws are sharp enough to draw blood if he pulls at you too hard, so he really tries not to.
your "mm.. morning to you too, " mumbles make his tail thump on the bed. no sleeping in for you, now that you're awake, you're all his!
Price
pants like a mother fucker when he's shifting. he can't even enjoy a cigar when he's going through it because hes panting so much.
hes probably hot with all that fur. he's the closest to a bear as you can get when it comes to werewolves, big big teeth and claws. all the better to protect you with my dear
asks you very gently if you can supply him with a water and a bourbon every now and again, but its hard when he clings to you the way he does.
price is one of our only boys that wants you to be wrapped up in his arms when he's transforming. Soap and Gaz like for you to be around but holding them is a bit much on the senses. John however, needs you.
if you aren't around when he's shifting he gets grouchy, downright angry if it's bad enough. this is terrible news for anyone who crosses him too harshly
apologizes between licks when he's got you in a mating press, knot plugging his thick cum in you.
when you give him the ok he shifts positions so you're sitting on top. you're free to get up whenever you can relax enough to let his cock slop free, but good luck.
even coming down from his high, he's rutting into you, exposing his neck so you can scratch from his chin down to his muscular chest. wag wag wag
Ghost
oh Simon ♡ oh our sweet werewolf bf Simon
hes a howler for sure. you've gotten a noise complaint or 2 from his howling getting louder as his shift progressed. you've started to learn to quiet him down slightly by doing very hushed howls with him. he tries to match your volume instead, but it only works so long
he only locks himself away from you on the nights of fullmoons, finding his hunger insatiable those nights. but he does ask you to bind him for every transformation. he asks you to only bring him food when necessary. why would you listen to that?
slowly but surely you can feed him on full moon nights w his hands bound and muzzle strapped to his face. you slip raw meat slivers through the holes of his muzzle, onces he graciously eats whole. he honestly prefers this than to be locked alone in a room all night.
he especially prefers when you feed him with your fingers. he licks at your fingers, savoring the taste of the meat and your skin against his tongue.
he doesn't trust himself fully to have sex with you in his werewolf form without any precautions. he asks you to keep him bound and muzzled, only allowing himself the pleasure of thrusting his hips into the apex of yours.
he secretly hopes you can tame him well enough to where he doesn't need at least the muzzle. he's desperate to lick away your sweat and tears when his knot fills you to the brim.
scratch at his happy trail when he cums. he can't stop his tail wagging even if he tried.
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Intoxicating ~ Hyunjin
"You had no idea you were going through your first heat, until it was already too late. Luckily your mate won't let anyone but him touch you."
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KINKTOBER: DAY TWELVE - Possessiveness + a/b/o dynamics
Pairing: Hyunjin x afab reader
Genre: explicit smut, bits of fluff, omegaverse au, a/b/o dynamics , alpha!hyunjin, omega!reader, soul mate au (werewolf mates), heat provoking rut,
Word Count: 6.5k (Look I don't want to talk about it 😅)
A/N: Okay so I went A LITTLE overboard on this one. Hence why it took longer to come out. I have very clearly been craving an omegaverse au fic and I kinda just let it flow out of me LMAO. Sorry for the delay (again), I'm almost finished up my studies for the year so will have ample amount of time after the next two weeks to catch up on Kinktober. Thank you for being patient, thank you for being supportive and amazing. I hope you all enjoy some of my deepest desires of love written through the character of our adored love stay boy. (If you noticed I changed the kink for this one, it was due to something I was more comfortable in writing and honestly just what the fic ended up portraying more!)
(this is my first omegaverse fic please be gentle with me, I tried to do some research and if I've done anything incorrectly please forgive my naïve brain)
CONTENT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT
kinktober | kofi | next >>
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Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, consensual unprotected intercourse, creampie, possessive!hyunjin, biting (mating mark), knotting, marking, breeding kink (wolfie things), praises, fist fighting (a brief scene), swearing/cursing, sexual harassment and objectification (from other alphas not Hyunjin or any of the members), mention of death/feeling like you're dying, pet names: (little omega, my mate, mate, my love, baby, angel, gorgeous) (sorry but this is Hyune and I just know he pours his love out through pet names)
Your life had been turbulent the past few months. Everything happening in concession with each other, all events bleeding into one, but you were glad for the new found friends that had helped you through it all.
It was a Saturday evening when your life changed. You were on your regular running route, the cooler season change meant that the sun was setting faster now. The sky was dark, only a few streetlights paced out were guiding your path ahead, when suddenly you were attacked by what you originally thought was a dog.
You remember teeth sinking into your skin, the searing burn that spread across the surface like wildfire and you will never forget the moment you truly thought your life was ending. But against all odds, two sentinel beings sent from the heavens to rescue you, in the shape of two large wolves emerged from the treelines.
Between the tears that blurred your vision and the screams of horror expelling from your lips, you saw a tawny wolf and smaller lightly ashened wolf chase after your attacker, right before the world went black.
You awoke afraid, confused and in pain, but you were neatly tucked into a warm bed. The smell of comfort foods mixed with strange foreign scents were overwhelming your nose to the point you couldn't even pin-point any distinct features of them.
"Seungmin! She's awake!" A loud voice erupted from beside you, startling you further and you flinched sending yourself across the bedsheets away from the noise.
"Shhh, hey it's okay." A soothing voice tried to comfort you, a vision of an ashen blonde haired boy with kind features appeared beside you.
You learned quickly of the events that had brought you here. Turned out you weren't attacked by just an average rabid dog, it was a rouge werewolf that had been exiled recently and gave in to the anger of their inner wolf. Therefore making you something you never thought to even exist.
You also learned Felix and Jisung were your saviours, apart of a pack, whose territory the rouge werewolf was trespassing on. Two omega wolves who couldn't stand by and witness your attack without stepping in.
It took a few months for you to even comprehend the idea of you not being fully human anymore. You listened carefully to the teachings your two omega friends would share with you. They helped you through your first transition, comforted you when you mourned your old life and they promised a brighter future.
When you finally had a hold of your senses, they offered to introduce you to the rest of their pack, but most importantly their head alpha, in hopes he would let you join their pack.
You were never the type to believe in fate, but when you exited the elevator of the apartment complex the pack resided in and you met eyes with the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on, fate didn't seem so hard to understand.
His scent of fresh canvases mixed with citrus notes of lemon and the hint of rose petals hit your nose at full force, stunning you in place that the elevator doors almost collided with you. His eyes widened, your scent hitting him with just the same intensity and he instantly was drawn toward you.
Jisung and Felix had stilled just in front of you, glancing between you and the mysterious man with widened eyes of their own.
The man's scent screamed alpha, his alpha pheromones pouring out of him and suffocating the air around you, but it seemed familiar, alluring and your heart was thumping loudly in your chest as your senses zeroed in on him. You found yourself walking toward him, an undeniable pull dragging you towards him, and him to you.
Your inner wolf was howling, excited and preening, repeating the same word over and over in your head, 'mate' 'mate 'mate 'mate'.
The man stopped just in front of you, a delicate hand tracing the edges of your face as you watched him scan your features. The closer he was the more you felt connected to him on a deeper plane than you'd ever connected with anyone and his touch was sending shivers through you.
"Hello. Mate." The man spoke, his voice melodic, but breathlessly husky and all you wanted for the rest of you life was to hear him this close to you.
"H-Hi." You managed to stutter out, overwhelmed with the situation.
"Well, I guess that settles the whole 'joining the pack' question." Jisung joked from near you, but his voice was fizzled in the distance, too absorbed in the man in front of you.
You reached up to touch his shoulder length black hair, feeling the soft texture of it in between your finger tips. His eyes fluttered closed like he was trying to control himself, and when they re-opened, swirls of gold were fighting against his dark brown orbs.
You noticed the effect you were having and withdrew your hand.
"I'm y/n, it's really nice to meet you." You decided to introduce yourself, bounding with excitement to know who your mate was.
"Hyunjin, an alpha of this pack. It's lovely to finally meet you, my mate."
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A few weeks had passed since you met Hyunjin and joined the pack. You were trying to get your bearings on how fast paced your life had become. You had decided to keep staying in the apartment you were renting, originally to keep some normality in your life as everything else in it was changing around you.
It was hard spending so much time away from your new found mate, but between catching up at work and meeting the members of the pack you were busily distracted.
That was until today.
Today you had woken feeling clammy, overheated and you had an overwhelming need to be around the people you cared about the most, especially Hyunjin.
Hyunjin was in meetings all morning with the neighbouring packs over rouge wolves in the area -including the one who had bitten you - and then he had pack duties to attend to in the afternoon. Although you were missing him, you understood his responsibilities.
You had been invited out by Felix and Jisung to go to a house party that was being held by the neighbouring packs. A few of the other pack members were attending and Hyunjin assured you he would be there.
You spent the day trying to make yourself feel better, taking a cold shower to try and cool your body temperature down. When that didn't work you tried distracting yourself with a tv show, a fan blasting over you as you laid down on the couch, but even that hadn't worked.
Eventually you even made a pillow fort out of any blankets you could find and a few of Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix's hoodies that had been left behind, desperate to find comfort against your agitated muscles. Your pillow fort worked for a while, making you feel relaxed and comfortable, but when you had to leave it to begin getting ready for the night ahead, your irritable mood came right back.
You thought about calling Jisung or Felix, they were always there for you to explain anything you didn't yet understand about the new you and the unique comfort they provided was something only fellow close omegas could provide. However, you didn't want to bring down the mood before a night out and a little bit of irritation and cramping wasn't going to stop you from a night out with your friends.
Despite your inner feelings, you dressed yourself up, slipping into a red mini skirt and a silk black spaghetti strapped tee, pairing it with a pair of black heeled boots.
After quickly styling your hair and re-touching your make-up, you grabbed your purse and phone, and made your way to the party, sending Hyunjin a quick text to let him know you were on the way.
Stepping out of the uber you were instantly met with the booming of music echoing out of the pack house. The house was massive, people were everywhere - or werewolves you should say - and you were glad you had decided to wait until you had gotten your senses under control before you came to an event like this with everyone's scents mixing in the air.
You walked through the front door, a light breeze trickling in behind you. There wasn't too many people near the front door, but you spotted Felix and Jisung chatting to one of their other pack members who you recognised as Seungmin - a beta. There were countless other werewolves in the room, very few humans and the strong sense of alpha was on the air.
A group of werewolves you didn't recognise walked through the entry way from what appeared to be the living room as you took a few more steps into the house, shrugging off the black cardigan you had brought with you.
The group of male werewolves' heads snapped in your direction, there eyes locking in on you. You flinched under their gaze, the hairs on your arms raising defensively and suddenly alpha pheromones were filling the air, searing your nostrils.
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Hyunjin had been restless all day and he couldn't figure out exactly why.
He was exhausted from running around all week between his job and pack responsibilities which could have been the cause to his wolf's sudden agitated feelings. One thing he could rule out was his rut. It wasn't due for at least the next month and a bit and he'd never had issues tracking it in the past.
He had been at the party for roughly 20 minutes and already he had to help break up an argument, warn Jeongin to slow down on the beers and it wasn't even his pack's party, nor was he even head alpha of his own pack. The fact he had agreed to be sober tonight to drive some of the pack home, also wasn't helping his irritability.
Hyunjin was beyond excited to see you though, the motivation of finally seeing your beautiful smiling face had got him through the day and his wolf was stirring, the urge to be close to you building.
Hyunjin was finally beginning to relax against the countertop behind him, about to take a sip of the glass of water in his hand, when Felix panickily ran into the kitchen.
Felix's face was of pure terror and his scent was spiked with distress. Hyunjin's alpha kicked in, pushing himself onto his feet promptly, ditching his glass to the side.
"Alpha! It's y/n-" Hyunjin didn't need Felix to finish his sentence, at the mention of your name Hyunjin was exiting the kitchen where Felix had just entered.
He ran, following the scent of his distressed omega pack member into the entry of the hallway where his senses were overwhelmed with strong foreign alpha pheromones, but more than that the smell of you.
Hyunjin's eyes first locked on Seungmin, head to head with an alpha Hyunjin didn't know, arguing loudly, the threat of a physical altercation about to commence.
And then he saw you. Backed against the wall, surrounded by alphas who had given into their wolf instincts, towering over you like the true predators they were.
Your scent was sour, distressed, but it was sweet, alluring, intoxicating.
You were in heat.
You looked terrified, confused and you were on the brink of tears, trying your hardest to push away their advances to get closer to you.
Hyunjin saw red.
"Get your fucking hands off my mate!" Hyunjin's voice roared from across the hallway, venom dripping off every word, earning the attention of the people nearby.
Your helpless eyes flickered over to him, they were pleading him for help. 'omega' 'our mate' 'defend' 'soothe' Hyunjin's wolf was enraged, pacing inside of him, begging to be released, itching to tear the alphas apart that dared to even look at you.
Hyunjin didn't wait for the group of alphas to acknowledge his presence, before he stormed his way over, grabbing the first one he could get his hands on and shoving them harshly into the wall with a loud crack.
"Are you fucking dumb?!" Hyunjin yelled, his fists tightening on the alpha's shirt pushing him further into the wall.
Hyunjin felt another of the alphas shove his shoulder, causing the grip Hyunjin had to loosen enough for the alpha once in his grip to slump down to the floor.
"She's unclaimed. Unmarked. She's no one's!" The alpha that had shoved Hyunjin argued, moving into Hyunjin's space to only challenge him further.
"So?! Why act like animals?!" Seungmin yelled in the distance, shoving the alpha in front of him harshly.
"We are animals!" The alpha responded, shoving Seungmin back with a stronger intensity and forcing Seungmin down onto the ground.
Hyunjin's body was burning with rage. He felt outnumbered, but he didn't care, all he cared about was getting you out of here safely, and he didn't care how he had to do that.
Tightening his fist, Hyunjin swung a punch at the alpha that had shoved him and all hell broke loose. Limbs scrambling to dominate the other. Grunts and groans echoing out around the sounds of fists colliding with skin, the soft sounds of you crying urging Hyunjin on to punish the ones who dared make his mate feel this way.
Hyunjin had found himself on top of one of the other alphas, throwing punch after punch into the weakened alpha below him. Changbin -Hyunjin's pack member and fellow alpha - had joined the fight, grappling anyone that tried to lay a hand on Hyunjin.
An ear piercing whistle suddenly erupted from the entryway accompanied by a very angry, authoritarian growl.
"BREAK IT THE FUCK UP."
Head alpha Chan was the look of disappointment, accompanied by his mate and fellow head alphas of the packs in attendance tonight.
Everyone's movements halted, all attention given to the leaders in the room.
Chan's mate swiftly made her way to your side and took you protectively into her arms, ushering you toward the front door to get you away from the situation.
Hyunjin couldn't stop himself, his wolf still controlling his decision making and a loud growling emitted from him, wanting to be the only one comforting you.
"Hyunjin. Go." Chan ordered, moving into the room, the other head alphas assisting as they rounded up the other suspects in the room, wanting to know exactly what had occurred.
Hyunjin didn't wait to be told again, rushing out the front door to catch up with you and Chan's mate.
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You were confused, humiliated and ashamed at what you had just experienced. Their advances lingering on your skin, hand prints weighing down like bruises, even though they had barely touched you, the ideas alone at the intention behind their eyes and between their words, were enough to terrify you for life.
You had met Chan's mate a few times prior to today, she was another alpha, sweet in nature and very protective of her pack. The look on her face was one of disappointment in the other pack's alphas, but she was more concerned for your wellbeing, her arms tightening around you as she rushed you toward the curb of the front yard.
"Are you hurt?" She asked, once you made it to the property line, stretching her arms enough to begin inspecting your exterior for injuries.
You sucked back in some tears, trying to calm yourself down now you were out of the house and in the safe presence of a pack member.
"I-I'm okay." You reassured her, but she gave you a look that told you she didn't believe it.
"Y/N!" Hyunjin's voice called to you from back near the entrance of the house.
You turned to see your mate rushing over to you, his black locks tussled from the fight he'd just endured, cuts and some forming bruises on his arms and face that would already be healing, visible even from this distance.
You broke from Chan's mate's hold, rushing over to Hyunjin instinctively, wanting only to be in his arms where you felt most safe.
Chan's mate eyed the two of you carefully as Hyunjin took you into his embrace firmly, his nose nuzzling into the skin of your neck, needing to scent you and remind his alpha you were okay.
"Hyunjin, tread carefully she's just been through an ordeal and she's..." Chan's mate tried to explain the situation to Hyunjin, but he already knew what she was about to say, and his irritability was only returning in full force.
"She's in heat. I'm aware." Hyunjin finished the sentence for her and you froze in Hyunjin's arms.
Felix and Jisung had told you about heats before, and now your symptoms from earlier and the overwhelming need to be near Hyunjin made perfect sense.
"I'm taking her home. Sort those bastards out. If I see them again, I'll kill them." Hyunjin warned, wrapping his arm around your waist, not wasting any time in walking away from Chan's mate.
"I'll talk with you later, take care of her Hyunjin!" Chan's mate called out, before heading back toward the house.
Hyunjin escorted you over to his car that was parked on the street, and opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were sorted, pulling your seat belt over you, before climbing into the driver's seat.
As soon as he was in the car he took your face in his hands, scanning over you, concern and sadness in his eyes.
"Angel, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Flecks of gold were still swirling in Hyunjin's eyes, his wolf was very much still present and he needed to know you were unharmed, otherwise he'd be leaving you in the car to finish what he'd started back in the house.
You nodded, turning your head in his hands to place a soft kiss on the scratches and forming bruised that resided on his knuckles.
"Are you okay?" You questioned him back, concerned about his injuries, despite knowing they would heal much faster than any human injury, but still you felt guilty for being the cause of the fight that broke out.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." He reassured you, leaning over the centre console to press a gentle kiss against your lips.
His lips on yours were sending shivers through you, over-riding your brain from focusing on anything but him. His scent was calming, the hint of rose petals that normally danced with lemons and fresh canvases, more overpowering than usual, making you dizzy as his lips moved with yours carefully.
Hyunjin always touched you delicately, but with the firmness of passion he wanted to share, like he was always holding himself back from giving you everything he desired.
He pulled away, just as you were trying to deepen the kiss and gave you a small smirk.
"Let's get you home, gorgeous."
The drive back to your apartment was silent, Hyunjin's hand was resting on the console, your hand thoroughly intertwined with his. Tension had filled the air, and the more his scent mixed with it the more your skin heated, the more arousal that pooled within you uncontrollably.
Hyunjin was biting his bottom lip, eyes trained to the road ahead, fighting the urge to pull the car over and claim you. Your scent was driving him insane with every breath of it he breathed in. Being in close proximity to you and without the hint of distress on your scent, he could tell you weren't fully into your heat, and it was probably going to hit you in full force tomorrow, but if his reactions were already like this, he couldn't imagine how he would react to you tomorrow.
The thoughts roaming in his mind had him stepping on the accelerator, just needing to have you closer to him in the comfort of your home, to touch every inch of your perfect body and erase the events of the night.
Arriving at your apartment complex, Hyunjin parked in your visitor bay, immediately racing around to assist you out of the car and pulling you into his side.
Locking the car over his shoulder, you both made your way up to your apartment with hast, neither of you wanting to waste another minute without your hands on each other.
Hyunjin's lips attached to your cheek peppering kisses there as soon as you were hidden in the elevator, his arms wrapped around you from behind. He nosed the spot over your scent gland and you shivered in his hold as he breathed your scent in deeply. You could feel the bulge in his pants begin to poke your backside and waves of heat were flushing through you, at every movement he made.
"I missed you so much." Hyunjin mumbled into your neck, pressing a calculated and delicate kiss over your scent gland, making you sigh out with a deep breath. His arms around you tightening to emphasis how much he missed you.
You leant into his touch, soaking in the alpha pheromones he had begun to release into the elevator at the reaction to your scent.
"I missed you too." You mused back, resting your head onto his shoulder allowing him more access to your neck.
You couldn't help the guilty feelings creep out form the back of your mind as you allowed Hyunjin to pamper you with his affection and you straightened up to address the moment with seriousness.
"I'm so sorry about the party, I hope I haven't caused any rift between the packs, I just had no idea that I was in heat and I should have been more caref-" Your words rushed out, turning into Hyunjin's hold to share your sincerity with him, but Hyunjin couldn't stand you blaming yourself for the situation and cut off your rambles with a simple kiss.
"Tonight was not your fault. It's mine, I should have made sure you understood what your heat meant and explained the risks of going out in public unmarked while in heat. Please forgive me." Hyunjin's face and voice were the peak of regret, eyebrows furrowed concerningly together and a soft frown on his plush, light pink lips. A look that you never wanted to see again.
You shook your head at his words, but before you could respond the elevator doors opened, and Hyunjin was shuffling you through the opened doors toward your apartment.
You placed a hand on his chest, abruptly stopping him at your closed apartment door, gaining his attention, his breath halting in his throat at the first action you had taken tonight to touch him.
"You don't need to be forgiven Hyune, I need to thank you. I'm incredibly lucky to have someone who will stand by me and defend me from the world." You admitted honestly, your fingertip tracing down the buttons of his shirt, noticing a few missing from the fight he'd been in earlier.
Hyunjin beamed down at you, not responding verbally, but instead punching in the code to your apartment and ushering you further in as he took your lips back onto his, slamming the door behind the two of you.
His hands were on you, roaming the exposed skin your outfit offered him, your scent driving him more insane now that he was in your place of comfort, your scent surrounding him in every pocket of air.
He was so caught up moving his lips against your own and feeling over every curve of your body, soaking in the whimpers and moans you breathed into him, that he almost missed the nest you had created on the floor of the living room as you passed the couch.
Hyunjin's entire body froze, his face snapping from yours to take in the 'pillow fort' you had so innocently created, not understanding the true meaning behind what you had formed.
You glanced at him with confused eyes, looking between him and the mess of hoodies, blankets and pillows, not piecing together what had stunned him so much.
"Hyune?" You questioned curiously, your hands on his shoulders going into his hair, tangling themselves in his black roots to control the movement of his head in your direction.
You gulped as you came face to face with glowing amber eyes, Hyunjin's instincts swallowing his normal brown orbs. His eyes zeroed in on yours, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you just knew there would be marks there in the morning, but you lived for the sting of pleasure they provided.
"You made a pretty nest for us?" He asked breathing heavily, a low growling emitting from his chest and you just knew he was holding on to the last strings of control that were so eager to snap.
You blinked at him innocently, understanding the term he spoke about from talks with Felix and Jisung, but never connecting the dots until now.
"I-I.." You were at a loss for words, shocked by your own actions.
Hyunjin stared at you intensely, pulling you against him harder so your bodies were impossibly closer together, craving your skin against his own and growing irritated with the amount of clothing you still wore. But he had to try and remain calm, this was your first heat, he hadn't even marked you yet and he didn't want to scare you.
"My perfect angel of a mate, you have no idea how good you smell right now." Hyunjin breathed out slowly, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he took in more slow breaths to try and calm his alpha.
You felt yourself overheat at his words, your panties dampening with an unseen amount of arousal and you knew Hyunjin could smell it in the way his tongue came out of his lips to lick slowly over them.
"Hyunjin I want you." You whispered into the space between you, his eyes flickering between your own and your lips, contemplating whether or not he should give in or not.
You tightened your grip on his roots, Hyunjin let out a grunt of approval as you tilted his head back from yours so you could look into his eyes.
"Careful. I won't be able to control myself. My alpha wants to breed you so fucking bad." Hyunjin warned you, biting down into his bottom lip as his eyes glared at you with an intensity that reached your soul.
"Why don't you breed me then?"
Hyunjin's eyes grew impossibly lighter in shades of amber, his chest vibrating another low growl as he continued to remind himself over and over again that he didn't want to unleash his desires on you just yet.
"Gorgeous, I don't want to scare you. I'm pretty sure your heat has triggered my rut, I could lose myself to you. Are you really prepared to see me like that?" Hyunjin asked carefully, softening his grip on your hips after noticing the crescent like fingernail marks he was leaving in them.
You detangled your fingers from his hair and moved them down to caress his cheeks, taking his face into your hands to match the intimacy of his actions.
"Hyunjin, you could never scare me. I want you to make me yours. I love you." You finally admitted the words you'd been holding on to.
You hadn't meant to hold onto them for this long, but everything had been happening so quickly in your life and you needed to take some form of control. You knew you loved Hyunjin from the moment you met him, but you wanted the first time you told him the truth, to be a moment where it wasn't just about your undeniable connection bestowed upon you by the moon goddess. You wanted it to be human, real and raw.
Hyunjin's eyes glistened shades of amber and deep brown, the two parts of himself colliding into each other as he looked over you with so much love and adoration it made your head spin.
He barely got out a response of "I love you so much" before his lips were on yours again, his hands roughly roaming over every inch of you, desperately ripping any clothing that got in the way of his touch on your skin.
Instead of maneuvering you to the bedroom like he had originally planned, he spun you toward the nest you had built, throwing you down onto the pile of pillows surrounded by hoodies and blankets.
He crowded over you, his lips moving to the space of your neck, breathing in your aroused scent harshly and letting out a loud moan at the taste of you on his lips.
"You smell so good, want to fuck you so bad baby, you want me to breed you little omega?" Hyunjin had finally let go of the concern he was holding onto, just wanting to give in to the pleasure he knew he could provide you, the pleasure you wanted so badly.
Your body was burning for him, steaming with anticipation of the promises Hyunjin growled at you in his husky smooth voice and you ripped open his shirt, breaking off the remaining buttons, exposing his chest to you.
Hyunjin grunted at your actions, taking your exposed breasts into his hands in response and kneading them, and toying with your hardened buds as you arched up into his touch.
"I need you Hyune, want to feel you." You begged, rutting your hips upwards to grind against his clothed bulge. Hyunjin moaned at the contact, his hands gripping the fabric of your mini skirt and tearing it in two completely off of you.
You gasped at his actions, but Hyunjin didn't miss your eyes rolling back, more aroused slick slipping from you and dampening your already soaked panties. And Hyunjin could smell how sweet it was.
His cock was massive, angry, red tipped and veins were straining under the skin as he pulled it from his pants, discarding them to the couch. It was demanding to be buried deep within you, pumping his seed there to make sure it stuck.
You whimpered as you watched him kneel back in between your legs, his golden eyes roaming over the entirety of your body salivating at the vision of you in front of him.
You were already lost in lust, appreciative of Hyunjin taking his time to really view you, but you were getting impatient. You reached down ripping your panties in the same way he had just torn your skirt.
Hyunjin let out another low growl, shocked by your sudden display and that was the final straw for him.
"Fuck baby, come here." He cursed, hands pulling on your hips so you slid further down on the pillows, your core landing directly on his cock.
You arched into him, encouraging him with another rut of your hips.
"P-please Hyune, need you." But you didn't need to beg, Hyunjin was lowering himself down, his arms resting either side of your head, leaning down to take your lips against his as you felt his massive cock breach your entrance.
Even with the slick that was pouring out of you, you felt the sting of the stretch, but Hyunjin's arms were there caressing you in his embrace, his head finding it's place back in your neck.
He groaned against your skin, allowing himself to be completely absorbed in your scent, the feeling of your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him and your soft pleasured whimpering that filled his ears.
He grinded his hips, pushing more of his cock into your cunt and you whined in surprise at how electric it felt to be filled by the one that was made for you, your other half, your mate.
"You're taking me so well angel, fuck, you feel so good." Hyunjin praised against your neck, licking over the same scent gland he'd been obsessing over all night.
"S-So full... fuck." You moaned back reaching down to hold onto your thighs, opening yourself up more for him.
"You can take more baby, you're made for me. Take all of me." Hyunjin groaned, snapping his hips forward so the rest of his cock slipped in, bottoming you out with a squeal echoing out of you and around the room at the extra stretch.
You felt him in the deepest parts of you, that you thought no one would reach, your walls squeezing down on him. Your bodies were radiating a scorching heat against each other, every rock of Hyunjin's hips was clouding up your mind, forgetting everything prior to this moment.
One of Hyunjin's hands found yours on your thigh and gently nudged it away, taking control of your leg and pushing it up toward your chest, seeking a new depth.
Your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, moans exploding out of you at the new angle as he pumped himself faster into you, his kisses on your neck growing soppy and desperate.
Your heart was melting under his detailed touch, from the way his hand on your thigh occasionally kneaded the flesh there almost in a comforting manner, to the way his hips grinded into you at the exact moment his lips sucked marks into your neck, as if he was claiming you in both aspects.
The smell of roses and salty lemon was in full strength as sweat covered his body, his hips moving with more vigor, his cock scraping against your walls with every motion.
Your wolf was going crazy, just as much as his was, giving them both what they had been desiring. Two hearts melting into one. Just as the thought crossed your mind, Hyunjin left your neck to stare down at you, his amber eyes blown out with lust and lips puffy and swollen.
"I-I'm not going to last much longer, needed you for so long." Hyunjin moaned, his hips stuttering in confirmation of his words and you nodded uncontrollably eager, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you.
"Claim me. I'm yours Hyune, always have been." You whined, tilting your head to the side in both pleasure and submission, signally your acceptance to your bond.
You had thought frequently about the conversation you had with Hyunjin a few days after you met. You both wanted to take things slow regardless of the thread of fate that bound you both together. You wanted to learn the minds of each other, grow together and you both wanted your first time together to be special. But now that you were both here, your bond had unravelled only to tighten back together stronger than ever.
You needed him, wanted him, desired him. You wanted no one else in this life, there was no one else in this life for you. He was your alpha, you were his omega and you had never felt such intense emotions before, but they didn't scare you, not with Hyunjin. Hyunjin made you feel complete. He was your beginning and end. You wanted it all with him, you wanted him.
Hyunjin leaned down, grinding his hips deliciously into your clit, creating extra stimulation that had you reeling close to the edge as he took your lips into his.
His lips moved with purpose, it was a final hesitation to give you one more opportunity to reject him. The fact he was always this careful with you, always this caring, it only made you realise more how utterly perfect he was and made you love him tenfold.
When he moved his lips to your cheeks, your jawline, you felt a fiery path chase them, anticipation filling your body with a desire that was unfathomable. Your walls tightening around him, your body responding to him in ways you couldn't control. Your hand remaining on your leg, abandoned it to find homage in his blackened locks, securing themselves around their roots, locking him in place at the position on your neck he had been so intently drawn to all night.
Hyunjin was lost in you, lost in your scent, lost in the way you moaned so sweetly for him, lost in how you so prettily displayed your submission for him. But he was also found in you. You were the home he had been searching for, the love he'd been craving, the words he could never find, placed perfectly in your mouth as you spoke to him with such sincerity.
You wanted to be his, and his you would be.
"You're mine, angel and I am yours." Hyunjin trailed the words over the skin of your neck like a tattoo, landing over the junction of your neck and shoulder. Licking the space there before sinking his canines into you.
You gasped at the sudden sting on your neck, convulsing in his hold as his hips grinded into you at a wild, animalist speed and his groans only matched the intensity.
Your heart was exploding with colours you couldn't identify, your mind ascending to the heavens as you felt your skin fizzle with pleasure.
Your orgasm wasn't only of pleasure, but joy, hope and an intimacy that could only be shared through the bond you had just forged.
Your walls were clamping down on him and you could feel his cock expanding within you, only making the tightness more pleasurable.
Hyunjin shook against you, releasing his canines from your neck as he lapped over the mark, pressing kisses there in between moans as he felt his knot catch, begging for release.
"You're mine. All mine. My pretty little omega, my mate. I'm gonna fill you so well." Hyunjin was completely consumed, his wolf babbling all of his hearts desires into your neck as his hot seed shot out, painting your walls with all the colours you couldn't identify. His heart bleeding out for you and filling yours.
Your hands clutched at him, dragging him further into you. Your sweaty bodies entwining in more ways than one as you locked yourselves together, breaths mixing as his lips met again with yours, not wanting the moment to end.
Hyunjin rolled carefully next to you, your bodies still attached at the hip and he pulled you into him, cuddling into your side with a gentle kiss to your cheek.
Nothing was said, you both coming down from your highs and basking in the emotion that danced around the nest you had subconsciously created for the two of you.
Hyunjin's eyes were half lidded, staring in wonderstruck at the mating mark he'd left on you and his hand raised to allow his finger to delicately trace the lines of the already healing flesh.
"I will never let anyone harm you again." He spoke softly, his voice coarse from moaning and you made a note of how heavenly raw he sounded after sex.
You looked at him with a soft smile, your own hand reaching up to trace the fading marks that remained from the fight.
"And I you. That is the last time you take a punch for me Jinnie."
Hyunjin let out a soft chuckle, feeling his knot begin to deflate as his heart only inflated at the new nickname you'd bestowed upon him.
"I will take thousands of punches for you my love, as long as you're safe and for as long as I live."
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sleepyconfusedpotato · 6 months
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🐺🧼Werewolf!Soap 🐺🧼
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(edit : now with colours!)
I suddenly dreamed of Werewolf!Soap during my nap today and I just need to sketch it. In my dreams he could jump so high and move so fast and of course super human. He has full control of the power, but he of course acts like a puppy attempting to be cool. His hairs are really fluffy when the power is activated.
I know Soap hates dogs but that's where the cuteness lies innit?
Hope you love this sketch! (≧∇≦)ノ
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tanukiimo · 1 month
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another werewolf au… but make it red riding hood(kinda)
+ a quick thingy of mio feelin her teeth !!
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yandere-kokeshi · 5 months
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— His Mate
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Pairing || Yandere werewolf! Ghost x gn reader
Summary || Working on a dangerous mission, you and Ghost re-meet after being separated. However, something goes wrong— making Ghost reveal his trust identity and his obsession for you, to come forth.
Warnings || yandere, lycropathy, imprinting(?), and smut: dubcon, gender-neutral genitals, descriptions of the reader having pubic hair, talks about kids, size difference, blood obsession(?), oral (reader receiving), breeding, knotting, and slight somnophilia
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It’s a dire situation. 
To the explosions, nearly being hit by a bullet, and now being separated from 141 during the firefight, you’d navigate north to a safe house, rather a cabin dispatched amongst the coms you’d flipped too. 
The language was hardly understandable, but you were able to pick up some words. 
It’s freezing cold, the gush of rain pouring down on you as lightning cracks above your head. Gear soaked through, hair damp and covered in likely blood and mud; if not more. The moisture and ice surrounding you was working to create a deep freeze into your narrow bones, and it’s working– pretty damn well, too. 
Mud splatters your camo-clad shins as you sprint through the forest terrain, heart lurching out of your chest as your soaked fingers fumbled with your gun to the sodden ground.  
The moist and crispy air of midnight caked your face with frozen lids, blood staining your face. Your lungs were burning, legs cramping and stinging from the amount of running you’ve achieved. 
You continue going, thunder rumbling in the clouds above, exhaustion gnaws at your joints as you shoot and cut-throat enemies from behind, their thick blood staining your face, and hands. Creating an emotionless barrier; nothing behind your eyes but annoyance.
If it weren’t for your radio, you’d be pestering Ghost. But due to the stray bullet, that certainly would’ve ripped through your heart if not for the layers of plastic settled over it, you had to count on your distance and not for help.
Just a little more, and you’ll arrive. And from there, you can focus on radioing the team; shooting a private message to Ghost to ensure your safety. He was protective, after all. But, for now, you had too—
Crack. 
Before you could react, chaos erupts — the sounds of trees cracking down as an explosion comes from behind you. The wave of warmth and smell of gunpowder settled into your lungs. A bomb had gone off. 
Panicked voices overlay each other in different languages. The thumps of bodies and flurry of shouts shot you to your very core. Breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through your veins, you find yourself hiding behind a sturdy tree.
The bark cutting at your palms, a reminder of the unforgiving chaos that surrounds you as you brace for incoming fire. Instantly, you gripped the gun slung behind your shoulder and started reloading it; cursing at yourself for not doing it sooner. 
As it clicked, ready and loaded, someone shouted out a name. 
“Ghost!” someone wails, and your blood runs cold, eyes widening. The whizzing of high-powered bullets persists, dropping mercenaries into the mud beneath them. 
You hear yelled orders, fighters urged to retreat by the incoming deaths, like a poison parade. 
Before you know it, all that’s left is the sound of your ears buzzing, the aftermath of the familiar bomb — the infinite number of trees swaying as more lightning struck ahead of you. Your brain was splattered, focusing on your inner voice instead of the upcoming footsteps. 
“Cobra, come out.”
You hesitate, teeth digging into your bottom lip. But with the thick, British accented voice familiarized to your brain, you eased your head out, clenching your grip on the gun as you checked for any more enemies before your eyes landed on the man itself. His hulking build that you could recognize anywhere. 
You’d be lying if you said you were unperturbed by the sight, fallen enemy combatants surrounded him, his gear covered in blood, as was his skull mask stained with gore. 
It was considered normal — but with the moon outlining his silhouette, the light bouncing off the turbid forest floor behind him, it was intimidating. 
Almost as if it was a warning about what was coming. What was ahead in the future. 
“Price sent me your last coordinates before you went AWOL,” Ghost states, clearing his throat as he bent down. Knees loudly popping as his hand curled around the knife, deepened inside a soldier’s head, and pulled it out with a thick sound. 
The gush of gore, and the slick sound of the knife easily coming out, made you cringe. Your throat tightened, you wanted to gag but stopped yourself as he shot a look at you. 
“Left quite a mess back there,” he added, looking at you with sharpened eyes as he stood back up. His knees popping yet again. His gun shuffled as he wiped the bloody knife onto his pant leg, before putting it back into the original place. 
You forced a smile, shrugging your shoulders playfully, “It’s what I’m best at, no?”
He let out a chuckle, something that wasn’t rare or common to hear. But it was something. Something that left you tingling. 
He stayed quiet and looked at you — almost like he could see, and feel you. Though, he spoke up after noticing your awkward stance.
“Le’s get going, safe house is ahead. From there, I’ll radio Price.”
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Staring into the bubbling pan of water settled over the small fire, you relish in warmth that creeps across your chilled body. Still, you’re soaked, the scent of iron and mud assaults your nose, the water that you pick off the fire cautiously heated enough to scrub the blood off your face and hands. 
Though, as you look up at Simon, you quickly notice his demeanor is off; something amiss. Sure, he’s cold. But, he’s colder – brown eyes that are seemingly covered in nothing. Almost like something has taken over him, nothing of him is there; non-exist, and non-recognizable.  
His distant and blocking agency seems somewhat peculiar – lost in thought, intermittently clicking his tongue whilst cleaning his gun. Concerned, you gently approach, offering a caring inquiry: “You okay?” you ask. 
To which, he nods with a grunt. But you didn’t buy it, it was clear something was bothering him. But he’s known for being stubborn and not one to let people in unless necessary. 
Ghost had seated himself in the corner of the large, relatively empty room – looking quite ridiculous. He was attempting to fit himself in the short-legged chair as he was cleaning his weapons, and you had to hold back a laugh. You dipped the dripping rag back into the hot water, dragging it across your skin.
“Y’know…” you started, making him stop before looking up at you. “You can tell me whatever is botherin’ you. I’m not like Johnny.”
“I’m fine.” 
You raised your eyebrow at his reply, making him grunt as a less efficient, threatening way of ‘quit it before I make you’. 
“Are you sure?” You pressed on, “It definitely seems like something is on your mind. And while I may not—”
Ghost said your name in a threatening tone. His brown eyes watching you from beneath the mask. Eyes boring into you, watching you struggle to remove what was left of the grime and gore that failed to wash away. 
You sighed, and puckered out your lips like a duck, “Whatever you say, Mr. Grumpy-pants.” 
Minutes blurred by you, and before you know it, the small fire had set itself out; embers flickering around as that was the only thing keeping you two sane. You groaned, looking behind you the next minute before standing up.
“Going to get more wood,” you say out loud, and Simon had nodded — letting yourself feel a bit more relieved before your hand barely curled at the knob, and it’s when you heard it; the most guttural sound that sounded like a blend of a growl and snarl.
He said your name in a painful whisper. Not your code name– your right name. 
As you turn, you see him on his knees; his large hand grasping his chest. Heart attack? No. Something highly on not happening. But… panic attack?
“Ghost?” you asked, concerned, stepping forward before stopping at his shaking head. He was in pain and it was hurting you.
“Fuck—” he grunted, heaving as his body started to shake violently. “D-on’t come closer.”
Your eyebrows raise automatically, looking at him eerily. “Why can’t I get close to you?”
He grunted, moaning out in pain again, as yet another growl erupted from the bellows of his chest. And before you could say anything else, his holster gun fell from his arm to the floor. The sound of clattering and the smell of aforementioned sensed you to reality. 
“I- we need to get you up, what’s going on—!”
Almost as if the universe tricked you, ripping came next — the man you knew was no longer there. But instead, a hulking black-wolf took his place, boring holes in you and cracking each bone in his skeleton into places. 
Like a Cobra, you stiffened. Ready to attack the friend you once knew. 
“Ghost…?” you confessed, heavy breathing as adrenaline shot through you. By the time you whispered his name, he grew in size. Being too large. Too inhuman. Monstrously. Midnight mass fur grew onto his body, the sounds of bones breaking and reforming, his gear tearing off like nothing as scarred ears, a large snout, and patched fur grew all over him like parasites — paralyzing you like venom. 
You couldn’t fathom his form, taking a few steps back as he whined out in pain; teeth, once human, now becoming a famous creature that you imagined as a myth. 
And these eyes, they were wide and bright as Amber and honey, the color that contrasted greatly through the darkness. They were large and squinted, and the sound of snarling brought you to know you were being threatened.
But yet, you couldn’t do anything. 
His military boots outgrew, rising and shredding apart as the feet he once had, turned into paws with long claws. The curving nails scraped into the wooden floor, snapping of planks and splinters flew around his feet, echoing the noises of his cracking bones and whines of pain. 
It was practically towering over you, all muscle and height, and it made you feel powerless underneath it, trapped under its hardened gaze and intensity of its possible strength.
You let a small gasp out, uneven breaths being snaked out as he licked his chops, rearing back, bending the wooden-planks and the fallen gun underneath his weight. Turning his canine head at your expression. 
“S-imon…?” you whimper, hands shaking as you winced at the bones still cracking. 
His large head came down, eyeing you deeply at one side before walking forward, nudging at your leg. The sound you didn’t want to let out was paralyzed by fear, you didn’t want to let him know you were rather scared, as you watched with no knowledge of what he could do next. 
He left you no room to move, the fear finally choking you of words. And you could only babble out words that would normally leave you embarrassed.
“Who— what… are you?” your gaze turned to him, reminding yourself that your demand was weak. You knew so, but a bigger part of you was buried in denial. He was Ghost. Still is.
His eyes, once cold, a beautiful brown, and stood on deck, now were sharp and bright with yellow, contrasting so strongly against his scarred, ripped fur and inky shades. His head barely grazed the top of the ceiling, his ears flickering as more bones cracked in place. The snapping and crunching was horrifying. 
“Smell– your smell… sweet,” those words fell into your stomach and sank like lead. His whiskered lips and sharp teeth curved around his spotted gums. He growled, smelling– grinning at your feared state, “Mine. You’re mine.” 
Before you could think, your feet kicked his chest backwards — he roared, taking a few steps back from your move. 
Seconds blurred by you, and right as you lunged toward the door beside you, nearly skinning your knees on the floor, you heard a thick snarl from the beast behind you. 
His claws, bigger than your head, were suddenly pinned at your hips and yanked you back, making you face plant onto the floor before he dragged you enough feet away for his satisfaction. Capturing you more into the depth of his hold.
Blood– you tasted it before feeling it, your nose bleeding from the impact, and you groaned; the smell of iron making its way back to you, and he noticed this. 
He turned you right-side up, his claws ripping holes in your clothes. You let a small whimper out, as his large head came to nudge at your shoulder. Almost as if he was trying to calm you, showing he wasn’t a threat.
He whined out, taking your quiet frame and heaving breaths as more fear — apologizing for hurting his beloved. 
And with that, his warm wet and pink tongue suddenly started lapping at your arm, then your neck and finally a rough lick from your jawline up towards your nose. Starting at, licking up the very same blood that’s coming down your face — nearly suffocating you with his rough texture. 
He needed to comfort his mate. His, his, his!
You grimaced at his tongue, the rough black and pink muscle not stopping when you moved side to side, trying to dodge it. Was he now tasting you for taste? 
You pushed at its brawny chest to get some space, but he didn’t listen– his rough tongue continuing his assaults. Behind him, you could see glimpses of a tail swinging strongly behind him; the thick tail slightly wagging at your blood. 
Fuck. What was he going to do? Rut you? Fill you? Mark you? Kill you?
Suddenly, he growled — earning a gasp from you, as you watched his pupils dilate, his tongue coming out to heave; dried blood on his muscle. 
“Don’t mean to scare ya’. Jus’ drivin’ me insane, sweetheart,” he states, licking your jaw one last time before his claws – trying to on being careful – shreds your gear and pants to bits. 
You answered with your frozen stiff body, a long wine erupting from the man above you as your teeth chatted one against each other.
“Let… me go, Simon. Now!” you demanded, but his claw rose from your bruised hip and cocked a sharp nail to your chin, making you look up at him; his golden irises digging holes into your soul. Deepening his animal need for you.
“I jus’ got you, I promise I’ll treat you well.” he purred in your ear, licking yet another strip at your face before making his way down to your sex. 
“Simon–!”
“You’ll be mine, nobody will take you away from me; fill you full of my cum. Mark you, take care of you. Until I’m satisfied.” he said while lifting your lower body up from the ground, grabbing your ankles to set them beside his head, his hot breath shaking you to your core. 
“NO!” you screamed, suddenly snapping back to reality. His ears folded in an angry expression, the sound positively jarring to his sensitive ears. “No– you can’t, no, no! You won’t–!” 
His body was heavy, one paw leaning against your stomach to keep you still. You didn’t even realize you were squirming until he applied more weight, earning you a whine that you didn’t even know you could let out until now. 
“Mine,” he growled, “That’s what you are,” Simon pressed his wide hips forward, making you feel his cock– his long, swelling hot, and erect cock that was awaiting to be stuffed inside you. His knot pulsing, as if it was begging to feel your taut walls clenching around it. 
You shook your head, denying his claims. Denying his appearance. This is a dream, this is a dream. A dream!
But when he tore away your undergarments, flattening his tongue over your fluttering entrance, the sensation caused you to realize —- nothing of this ‘dream’ was fake, but instead of a standing still. 
He stuffs his whole snout into your bush and groans. The feeling is alien, his muzzle warm and wet, and you shudder with it. “You smell divine.”
You attempt to swat him away, but to no avail, he growls at your antics, showing his teeth as a warning.
“Tastes good,” he purrs, his deep and raspy voice shuddering you. He started licking long, broad strokes and making unwanted moans escape your lips — fingers digging into your bruised thighs, and his saliva adding to the sensations. 
You cry out, bucking your hips into his maw as he grunted– licking up all your juices like his last meal. Walls clamp down on his thick tongue, thrusting it in and out of your hole as you’re subjected to the pleasure. 
Though, just as your stomach starts getting warm; your abdomen heating up like a lamp, he pulls away. Making you whine out. 
“M’ make you cum in a few.”
Ghost towers over you — his thick structure showing off his heated, non-sheathed cock. Making you realize what he’s referring to as his swollen tip nudges at your entrance; the pulsing heat making you clench your thighs unintentionally. 
“Won’t fit–! No. Simon—!”
You cried out as he growled in response, his tongue licking your neck to soothe the oncoming pain. It hurts so bad. Yet so good as he fills you so full. 
You prayed he’d be gentle– but you knew better. And in a rough instant, your stomach swelled, and fire consumed you. Air rushed out from your lungs from his thick, girthy cock into your tightening, barely prepped channel, and you quiver in ecstasy at how utterly full you are right now. 
The beast, Simon, grunts and heaves; some of his drool drops on your face as he tries to calm you down with him nudging his head into your face. 
“Oh– fuck,” you whispered, panting as your teeth bit into your bottom lip.
Simon’s thick paw continued to press on your stomach, hitching out breaths as his cock slowly started to piston in and out of you. “You’d look so pretty, filled with my babies. Getting all swollen and full of my cum.”
He smirked– his thick teeth shining in the dim fire, dragging his tongue up your neck.
“Breed– need to breed you,” he gave a harsh thrust, making you feel the thick part of his cock pushing inside. He let you cry out as your legs curled around his lower hips, tightening your hold as he hit that part. 
And without another word, he shoves his cock back out and in, pounding into your soaked hole with animalistic, determination and vigor speed. With Simon being so deep into you, you didn’t even realize you were begging for more, and more. 
“Wa—eugh” you gurgled, smearing your tears against his fur as with each slap of the furry balls on his body, he sank further. His fat cock splits you open and makes a mess of sweat, tears, and drool on the wooden floor of the abandoned shack. 
It’s too much, too much— it’s too good.
Your walls tighten up around him, making him snarl out, bullying his cock into you at a more rapid pace as he pulls away from your neck; grunting in your ear with promises. 
“Fill you with my cum– belly so full. Full of my pups, I promise.” 
As if he didn’t nearly split you in half, he took himself almost out; gripping your hips before turning you on your stomach, making you support yourself on your bruised knees as his claws nicked your skin. 
He spread apart your ass, plunging back inside, and continuing with his animalistic pace; heaving and snarling above you. 
“—plea—god!” your nails scraped at the wood, leaving marks that you didn’t care about. All you cared about was his knot. His, his, his. Everything of his cum. “Fuck–! Knot… Wan’ your knot!” 
You babble nonsense, your body growing tired as his knot was slowly getting bigger– creating delicious friction as it rubbed against your inner walls. But, interrupting your soon-to-be climax was Simon coming down, leaning on your lower back for support as he snarled, aggressively nipping at your shoulder before licking the open wound. 
You were his — his mate, his to claim in every way. 
Without hesitation, he bit on the back of your shoulder. Hard. You cried out, feeling blood trickle down your arm and neck, tears pricking in the corner of your ears. And Simon whined. 
He didn’t mean to do that! He was so out of focus on breeding you, he had hurt you. Comfort. He needs to comfort you.
Simon didn’t stop licking– not until he saw that your tears were long gone, and the smell of fear and shock had gone away. But instead, blinding lust and more was demanded. 
And you could no longer talk, pain lingering, but pleasure buzzing on the edges of your nerves. Numbing every sensation but the beast within you and blanked the world but him, and his inhuman cock stretching you too big. Time didn’t exist. 
Your body grew tense– a white-hot flash washing you whole. Your abdomen was tightening so much it hurt, and then it snapped. And suddenly — everything grew too much. 
You cried out, tears forming out of stimulation, but he wasn’t done. You couldn’t think anymore, and after several moments of his vigorous fucking, he howls– his knot expanding painfully, stretching it to unbeknownst size, and his cock twitches violently as he spills inside, the large load obscene within you. 
The stretching ended with an audible pop, stuffing you completely as he bucked his hips at your squirming. “G—” you stumbled with the start, “G-get out of me!” you tried elbowing him, pleasure growing to a near painful degree before his claws grabbed your bicep gently. 
Then, your stomach felt heavier. It hurts so good, and so hot.
He purred, “Be quiet, honey— m’ filling you real hot.”
He fucks into you for another few, sloppy thrusts before he stops to ‘clean’ you. Nudging you with his wet nose into your neck affectionately, 
You’re a proper mess now. The load of cum feels obscene within you, all warm and sticky. He held you against his taut chest, rumbling in a way that felt like a cat purring; somehow soothing you. 
His thick claw gripped under your chin, forcing you to look at him as he huffed quietly, “I’ll take real good loving care of ya’ and our lil’ pups.” he jostled you somehow deeper to just the right spot, and you whimpered; quite in a state of being fucked raw by a beast who has it’s knot stuck inside you. 
“…are we staying like this?” you asked, looking down, curious and intimidated by the sight below. Mustering some strength, you slid down a tingling hand to support you as Ghost licked your shoulder. 
“For a while, I reckon,” you arched your back as his teeth slithered across your beating pulse. 
Fuck, a single movement by him has you wanting more. But you’re tired. So, so tired. 
You tremble and whimper, feeling his cock still hard — your limbs now coming limp with exhaustion as your eyes roll back into your skull. You’re so tired on Ghost’s monstrously cock that you don't even notice that he lays down with you, cradling your body close to his warm one.
“You’re mine. All mine,” he mutters, feeling your heartbeat succumb to sleep before he starts grinding into your ass. You whined, murmuring something. But he shushes you, making you fall into a blissful sleep as the man, the monster you once knew, keeps rutting into you from behind.
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One day in January I thought, "wouldn't it be hilarious if there was an episode where the camera crew changes places with a crew filming a documentary on werewolves in california. and everyone is playing a werewolf counterpart version of their character?" And it all devolved from there. Ty to @vampireshmampire and @memosminifridge for riffing with me and coming up with hilarious ideas <3
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Title card, close up on a full moon glowing blue, surrounded by swirls of fog and bands of purple, blue, and green light. Overlaid is tht title "What We Do Under The Moon" in the What We Do In The Shadows font, letters dark blue with a brighter blue to purple gradient at the bottom, backlit in white.
2. Wide shot of the werewolf character played by Kayvan Novak doing a talking head. He is wearing medium wash jeans, a grey tee shirt over a millennial pink vest, a small gold medallion around his neck with a matching crescent moon earring, and has his long wavy hair half up in a messy bun. He is sitting on a light cream L-shaped couch adjacent to a glass patio door letting in the sunlight and below a wall hanging that says 'live, laugh, lick'. The lower third identifies him as "Navid - beta werewolf". Navid leans back casually against the cushions and props one elbow up on the back of the couch, leaning his head into that hand, and says, "If I am to establish myself as the Alpha of the pack over Lionel and Niki, I must find a mate. Someone strong, powerful, and...nearby. In the same house even, if possible." As he speaks, he glances meaningfully to his left, where the character played by Harvey Guillen is standing behind the couch, his back to Navid as he fusses with a vacuum. He is wearing square retro glasses, airpods in both ears, brown chinos, and a short sleeved green button up unbuttoned to the sternum with a dog silhouette pattern and sleeves rolled up his biceps. His beard is well-kept stubble and hair is buzzed short on the sides, curls pushed to the side in artful disarray and sun-bleached a lighter brown.
3a. Close up on Harvey's character as he walks down the hall away from Navid's talking head. In the background, Navid whips around to lean over the back of the couch with an expectant grin, howling, "Gerardo!! Eavesdropping again? Do you have anything to add to this topic?" Gerardo barely pays him mind, tossing his reply over his shoulder: "No, sir. Seems like a werewolf-only interview. I'm going to go vacuum the alpha den, they've been shedding." 3b. Waist-up of Gerardo standing with his arms crossed, doing a talking head. The lower third reads "Gerardo Cordero de Luna, werewolf familiar (familiar is crossed out) apprentice." Gerardo says haughtily, "I am not a familiar! Only witches and vampires pull that nonsense. I'm an apprentice, and I'm part of the pack." 3c. Repeat. Offscreen, one of the crew asks, "And what does a werewolf apprentice do?" Gerardo goes a bit red, embarrassed, and glares off to the side, hesitating to answer.
The following are all cropped close ups on a mottled orange and yellow background from a colored doodle dump. 4. Waist up of Gerardo and Navid as Navid begs, hands laced together, "Gerardo, won't you let me bite you?" Gerardo avoids his gaze with a nervous grin, flapping his hand dismissively, and replies, "Ehh...not yet! There's still plenty for me to learn about being a werewolf! I've only been apprenticed what, 3 years?" "Almost 15!" Navid shoots back.
5a. Knees up of Navid and Natasia Demetriou's werewolf character, Niki. She is wearing dark red gradient high waisted leggings, a dark red low cut bralette with crossed straps in front, a fluffy cropped brown fur coat, a gold medallion matching Navid's, and multiple golden piercings in her ears with two large oval discs dangling from the lobes. Her lipstick and square cut nails are dark red, and her long hair is permed in tight fluffy curls half up in twin buns. Navid grabs his left wrist with his right hand and thrusts it at Niki's face with an anxious expression, asking, "I smell like I love him, right??" Niki curls her lip and cringes away from him, hands up to swat his arm away as she spits back, "Ugh, yes!! You stink up the whole house with your pining! There's no way he can't smell it." 5b. Knees up of Gerardo sitting on a light cream couch, reading from a book titled "Care for the Lonely Werewolf" help up in his right hand. Navid is laying across the couch, sans vest and hair loose, with his head resting on Gerardo's left thigh. His right hand is trapped beneath him, fingers hooked at the back of Gerardo's knee, and his left rests on top beneath his cheek. Gerardo's left hand his idly petting his hair. Navid stares intently into the middle distance, thinking, 'Perhaps I should be less aloof with him...'
6a. Bust of Gerardo, who is holding up an iPad in his left hand with a drawing stylus poised in his right. Navid, large and hairy in werewolf form but still sporting his dangly earring and little hair bun, is hugging him from behind, clawed hands on his shoulders and wet nose nuzzling into the side of his face. Navid's eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open, tongue lolling out happily. Gerardo looks up at him with a fond, if confused, smile. 6b. Knees up of Navid raising a triumphant fist with a grin and confidently declaring, "He is playing hard to get, but he underestimates how hard I am to get rid of!"
7a. Waist up of Matt Berry's werewolf character, Lionel, who looks much the same but is casual in a light cream linen shirt unbuttoned well below his sternum tucked into matching linen pants, his only accessory the gold medallion matching the others'. He is standing in front of a countertop hosting a box of Thin Mints and cringes away with a drawn-out whine as Gerardo pops into frame to spray him with water, scolding, "No, bad Lionel!" 7b. Waist up of Mark Proksch's character, who appears to just be Colin Robinson dressed like Indiana Jones, as he walks into frame with a rolling suitcase. He smiles and waves, shouting, "Howdy, guys!!" Lionel stands in the background, hands on hips with an easy smile, and says. "Oh, look, it's our landlord Arthur Simon Santiago who lives such an interesting life in New York City and uses this condo as a vacation home!"
8. Group shot, knees up, of Lionel, Niki, Gerardo, and Navid smiling for the camera. Lionel has one hand on his hip and the other around his wife's waist, leaning into her. Niki has one arm thrown around Lionel's shoulders, flashing a peace sign, and the other held up behind Navid's head to give him bunny ears. Gerardo is standing slightly in front of her, one hand clutching a pamphlet for Tisch School of the Arts and looking a bit uncomfortable as if he had been dragged into the photo last minute. Still, he offers the camera a hesitant smile and allows his left arm to be crushed to Navid's chest as the werewolf pulls him close with an arm around his shoulders. Navid leans his entire body into Gerardo with a huge grin, flashing a peace sign with his free hand.
9. Uncropped version of the entire doodle dump, repeating images 4 through 8. /end ID
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VAMPIRES WEREWOLVES AND GAY SHIT (idk how to caption this)
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Because I'm legally required to have 30 wips going on at the same time and werewolf au is my cosy cool down...
Pov: you let the hunted werewolf sleep on the floor of your apartment to hide out, but you wake up and find a whole-ass man there, and oh. He's hot.
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Desire, (18+)
♡ Pairing: Wolf Hybrid!Bang Chan x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader x Wolf Hybrid!Changbin
♡ Genre: little red riding hood au, fantasy/supernatural au, hybrid au, allusions to omegaverse dynamics, porn with plot, sequel to scent of you, past dubcon from part 1 is discussed
♡ Word Count: 10.9k (i have got to stop doing this, my god)
♡ Summary: In which the bunny hybrid “little red” has been unable to forget her past encounter with the wolves of the forest, and goes to seek them out for more fun together- while also being in the throes of her heat. 
♡ Warnings: same as before; uses the little red riding hood fairytale as a base for inspiration, words like "alpha" and other omegaverse terms aren't used but the vibes are There
♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): reader is in heat so... yeah, pet names (though mostly as a title- bunny, little red, and sweetheart), more use of the word slut + gendered language, dom/sub dynamics (dom!chan, switchy!changbin, sub!reader), lots of kissing, size difference, size kink (again i'm sorry if you're tall, pls suspend ur disbelief for the dynamic fsdgsdf), outdoor sex :'), manhandling, unprotected piv, dacryphilia, orgasm control + denial, subtle mxm may not actually be all that subtle + more of the onesided rivalry between binchan lol, mates / mating, biting, nipple play, overstim, multiple orgasms, choking kinda? reader just gets held by the neck lol, handjob, cum eating, multiple creampies
♡ Notes: this is a sequel to scent of you, which you can read here! so i fully intended to still be on a small break and this was not supposed to be a series but i literally could not stop thinking about what would happen next for them and i had to write it :’) i hope you enjoy <3 
♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.
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A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you stare up at your barren ceiling, sweat dripping from your brow as your limbs grow tired and ache with exertion. How long had it been since the night you got lost deep in the woods, only to be found by Chan and Changbin? Two wolves who you would still think you imagined were it not for the note they left behind, clear evidence that everything you experienced with them was real. It wasn’t something your psyche conjured while lost and alone in the dark woods, the pleasure wasn’t a vivid dream made in an attempt to cope with the reality that you were lost- everything about them, about that night, was entirely real.
You can still remember how you tucked your note away into a pocket of your dress before you opened the cottage door, your grandmother scrambling up to her feet when she heard you enter, rushing off her bed and out of her room as fast as her weak legs could carry her. You met her halfway, catching her as she stumbled, her arms squeezing you tight as relief washed over her. You knew she must’ve been beside herself with worry, but actually experiencing it made guilt strike your heart like lightning; and when you opened your mouth to speak, she simply shushed you, requiring no explanation. 
Your grandmother wasn’t stupid, she knew a predator had caught you- your cape was torn in several places and you positively reeked of wolf, but rather than comment on it, she was simply grateful you were back home in one piece. There were very few things a rabbit could do to ensure their survival against a wolf, and she was wise enough not to pick at the fresh wound you may very well harbor for having done the unspeakable in exchange for your life. 
She let the topic of wolves die right then and there before it could even be spoken, simply dedicating herself to stitching your cape back together, doing her best to make it appear as if it had never torn at all. And not being forced to discuss what happened that night was certainly a relief, but not for the reasons your grandmother might expect. Because how would you explain to her that you actually liked the wolves that had found you in the deep, dark woods that night?
It’s utterly shameful how even now you still think of them, how their touch still feels engraved in your skin even as each season comes and goes. Shameful, how you look at that note they left behind as a sign that they’d want you back in their arms, that perhaps they think of you as much as you think of them. And they knew where you lived, they could easily seek you out whenever they pleased, but they never had. 
You assume it to be for the same reason they likely left you outside instead of carrying you to the front door of your cottage, or opening the door to bring you inside your home- because you lived with your grandmother, and what would that poor, frail woman do if she was confronted with the sight of two massive wolves holding her precious granddaughter? But despite the logical reasonings, there was a part of you that still felt.. rejected, somehow? 
It was fucking dumb, you knew this, but you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling that way. You just wanted to see them again so badly, to look at them and touch them and let them touch you and bask in the warmth of their skin, to lay yourself against their massive bodies and revel in how feeling small was good in their presence. Safety, protection- the complete opposite of what you should feel from them, the complete opposite of what you felt when you first laid eyes on Chan and then on Changbin, but somehow by the end of the night, that had all changed. 
To further complicate matters, your heats have since made the disgraceful yearning you feel exponentially worse, your mind flooded by the memory of them, your body aching to feel them again, every nerve inside you practically screaming for their touch. You are typically quite prepared for your heats, often stocking up on the herbs needed to brew natural remedies meant to make your symptoms more bearable so that you can be an effective caretaker for your ill grandmother, and they usually did well enough for you. 
Of course, it’s not a magic cure-all, nor does it completely alleviate any of the discomfort you feel, but it’s enough; and you still need to make yourself cum a couple times before the night is over, but you can at least go about your day with little issue until the remedies effect begins to wane. This week, and tonight specifically, was supposed to be more of the same- prepare dinner, get grandmother comfortably into bed, and then take care of yourself in the privacy of your room.
If all went as expected, you’d feel satisfied enough to get some sleep, the next day you’d start your morning by brewing and drinking your homemade tea to calm your nerves, bring down your heightened temperature, and ease any aches you may experience. You’d carry on through any remaining discomfort as best you could as you spent another day taking care of your responsibilities until night came, rinse and repeat for essentially a week until your heat eventually recedes and you can go back to your daily tasks as normal. 
Why had it become so different after meeting Chan and Changbin? While going through a heat without a partner is never a comfortable experience, what you experienced now was downright unbearable; nothing you did to calm yourself or your body ever seemed good enough, none of your orgasms satisfying enough to dull the incessant need for something more, your only relief coming from driving yourself to utter exhaustion, when your body would be forced to give itself to sleep.
It didn’t make sense- it’s not like you were a virgin before you met them, you had your fair share of fun experiences with a few trusted friends of yours before you moved in with your grandmother to care for her. So certainly, while you weren’t exactly super promiscuous in your personal life, you were no stranger to sex, and you never fixated on your past partners during your heat the way you do now with Chan and Changbin. 
If you had to guess, it must be because of how different they were. Nothing about them was familiar, and that brought a unique sort of excitement you’d yet to feel again since that night had come to an end. Could that feeling be replicated with another rabbit? You weren’t sure- and even if it could be done, would you want them over the two wolves? That was another thing you’d found yourself stuck on lately; was it them specifically that you wanted, or just a similar experience, in which anyone would do as long as they successfully replicated the sensations? 
Either way, you spent yet another night in unsatisfied yearning, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take it. And your poor grandmother would suffer for it, as your scorching fever and addled mind made your ability to care for her deteriorate. Compounding on that even further, your longing for them was becoming increasingly heightened as you became more and more desperate for relief- a desperation that would drive you to make foolish decisions you wouldn’t otherwise make. 
You look again at the note the two wolves left behind, clutching it tightly in your hand as you consider what you should do next. If you go see them again, grandmother will know- their scent will be all over you when you return, and what will you say? Will you admit you liked them and sought them out on purpose, or will you make up some stupid excuse, blaming your every decision solely on your heat, chalking your choices up to a lapse in judgment brought on by your need for relief? 
But the simple truth is that it isn’t just your heat that makes you want to see them again, and even if you did place all of the blame there, it wouldn’t change what you have come to realize about yourself. The shameful reality is that you’re attracted to wolves- those two wolves in particular, and no one but them will be able to grant you the specific relief you seek. 
And you know how dangerous it is to leave your home when you’re in heat- your scent could attract far more than just Chan and Changbin, and truthfully speaking, there is no guarantee that you will find them before someone else finds you first. You’d be walking blindly, mirroring what you’d done the first time you were lost in the woods at night, though this time with the explicit hope that you’d be found by them. 
It’s dangerous, it’s foolish, you absolutely should not go into the woods at night looking for a fucking wolf- but that’s exactly what you do. Not even bothering to change out of your nightgown and into proper outdoor attire, you opt for tying on your cape and pulling up the hood, knowing they will instantly recognize you if you’re wearing it (as if they need more than just your scent to identify you in the first place.)
Just in case, you hastily write a note for your grandmother in the event that you aren’t back before morning, apologizing as you explain in the briefest of terms that you needed to soothe your growing ache. She’ll understand, you hope- she was young herself once, and surely she remembered what this feeling was like. And foolish though your choice may be, you hope she’ll sympathize and scold you lovingly instead of harshly upon your return. 
The night air feels impossibly cold on your fevered skin, but it’s hardly a deterrent- in fact, you welcome the way the wind chills your sweat, a small, but much appreciated form of relief before you hopefully experience what you truly wish to. Honestly speaking, you have absolutely no fucking clue where you are going; there is no path to follow to their den, no landmark for you to use in an attempt to guide yourself to your destination. You simply wander in the direction you hope is correct, praying the one (or ideally both) of the two wolves you so wish to find stumbles upon you. 
You glance up at the sky, the waning moon and countless stars shining back at you; a full moon is coming, and you wonder if they even have time to play with you at all. You don’t know all that much about wolves outside of what is required for self preservation, but you do know that the full moon is important to them; will they even entertain you right now? Maybe this truly is a fool’s errand, maybe you’re making a mistake and getting yourself lost for nothing, maybe-
Suddenly you’re being grabbed, body being forcibly turned around and back shoved harshly against a thick tree you’d passed just moments prior. Your breath hitches, and your nose recognizes who it is before your eyes do- it’s Changbin, caging you in and looking down at you with a clenched jaw, his claws digging into the bark of the tree he has you pressed against, clearly trying very hard to control himself. 
“Y/N-” he breathes, voice strained as he uses your given name for the first time, and hearing it from him makes a new, fresh wave of heat crawl over your body. “What are you doing walking around out here smelling like that? Are you insane?” Unable to control yourself now that he’s close, you immediately grab at his shirt, twisting the fabric in your hands as you look up at him with pleading, glassy eyes. 
“B-Binnie, I- I was looking for you, needed to find you,” you explain, your voice embarrassingly weak with desperation, “need you and Channie to help me, please.” His grip tightens, you realize- the sound of wood cracking and splitting audible just behind your head. “Please? I’ll be a good bunny for you again, I promise, please help me,” you continue to plead, shamelessly pawing at him, begging for him to accept your advances. 
Holy shit, are you seriously doing this to him right now? Begging him to take care of you? Him? A wolf? A rabbit begging a wolf for something like this is completely unheard of, only occurring within his wild fantasies. To be quite frank, he was aware that the first time with you was coercion- he and his elder saw a meek, defenseless rabbit, and they took their chances. He had his fun, and while you did too when things really got going, he fully expected that to be it, though he hoped otherwise. 
And God, he can’t even believe how reckless you’re being; what if it was one of the other wolves patrolling this area tonight that found you instead of him? He can only imagine how the younger wolves in the pack would react to your scent right now- he’s barely keeping himself in control as it, and he has much more experience with these matters than them. He clenches his teeth as his gaze trails away from your eyes and down your body, where your nightgown leaves very little unexposed, where you are very clearly pressing your thighs together as you stare up at thim, expectant and hopeful. 
Fuck. You really want this, don’t you? “Fuck, yeah, okay, just-” Changbin says as he picks you up, tossing all his responsibilities aside as you’re lifted from the ground and cradled in his arms, “just hang on, we’ll go find him, okay? We’ll help you.” And he’s trying, he’s really fucking trying to control himself and not just throw you down on the ground right here and have you all to himself, but you’re making it increasingly harder to maintain focus on the task at hand as he winds his way through the forest. 
Chan’s scent is barely discernible over the way yours intensely fills his nostrils, and even when he does manage to pick up on his elder’s location, he can hardly even focus in on it. And your hands wont stop roaming over his skin, you press your body to his as much as you can manage, absolutely desperate for contact. He can hear you panting despite the fact that all he’s doing is holding you, can feel your body tremble in his arms, can smell the slick that steadily leaks from your core. And to put it simply, Changbin is a weak man, and your desperation is utterly infectious. 
But still, he holds strong; that is, until you start pressing kisses to any patch of his skin you can reach, and when your breath hits his neck before your lips latch on to it, he feels completely done for. This is it. Fuck it. Chan can have his turn with you later- Changbin is the one that found you, it’s only fair that he has fun with you first, right? And besides, you’re acting positively insatiable right now- how is he supposed to hold off or say no? That’s quite literally asking him for the impossible. 
So he falls to his knees, your bodies tangled together on the grass in a matter of seconds, your clothes being thrown off in a flurry. Changbin rotates to his back, pulling you on top of him, deciding that he should still be a gentleman even when his composure is at its limits and not let your bare skin touch the dirty forest floor. He grabs your face, pulling you in to kiss him before you’re even fully settled on his lap; it’s a bit awkward, given the size difference between you, but he makes it work, curving and twisting his body however necessary to keep his lips on yours as you adjust your positioning. 
Your slick drips and pools, coating him entirely with no effort expended on either of your parts. He’s even bigger than you remember, and that feeling of pure adrenaline inducing excitement that you’ve missed so much finally returns to you. This is what you needed all this time, what you’ve been craving. You grab the base of Changbin’s cock with one of your hands and do your best to line it up with your hole- and again, it’s awkward due to the difference in size between you, but you’re determined to see this through.
“Wait, fuck, sweetheart-” Changbin gasps as you begin to sink down on him. He fully intended to get you prepped first, was going to pull you up after he got his fill of kisses and have you sit on his face, make you cum and loosen you up enough to take him, but apparently you felt that you’d waited long enough to have him inside you again. And you’re so fucking wet that the slide down is relatively easy; benefits to being in heat, you suppose- it makes your fervent desperation for cock come with far less sting.
And no doubt, there is still a sting- after all, your body isn’t made to take a size so disproportionate to your own, but all it does is further ignite the fire in your gut, the excitement swelling as you take more and more of him inside. Changbin uses one hand to bear his weight and keep himself propped up while the other holds your face in place, his tongue shoved in your mouth. 
He hardly lets you pull away for a breath before you’re dragged back to his lips, a deep, grumbly groan coming from deep in his chest when you meet his tongue with enthusiasm. Your palms are pressed firmly on his chest, your nails digging into the surprisingly soft flesh, your every moan and whine swallowed by his open mouth until your hips finally become flush with his. You know you should feel the utmost shame, desperate as you are for a wolf, stark naked and exposed in the open forest where anyone could stumble upon you, but all you feel is relief.
True, delightful relief, finally- Changbin gives you everything you need just as easily as you’d hoped he would. You mentally compared him to a puppy during your first meeting- desperate, easily excitable, cute in a way that juxtaposes his rough exterior. And you knew, just knew he’d never deny you if you offered yourself to him, because it’s simply not within him to do so. A desperate puppy with his equally desperate bunny- what better pairing could there be? 
And truly, you feel like heaven- your body, so small in comparison to his, makes you feel impossibly tight, your wet warmth utterly perfect and beyond compare; he could die right now, and feel that his life was entirely fulfilled. “Be a good girl, and show me how good bunnies can bounce,” Changbin breathes as he lets go of your face, now supporting himself with both arms as he leans himself back to watch you. He huffs out a small laugh when he feels you clench, pleased to find that words still have a profound effect on you. 
Changbin expected you to start slow, but maybe expecting a desperate little thing like you in the middle of her heat to show restraint wasn’t his brightest moment- because you’re bouncing fast, and fuck, he knew rabbits had strong legs and were notoriously skilled at bouncing, but what the fuck? You’re riding him like your life depends on it, which from your perspective may very well be true- you’ve been so pent up and unsatisfied that truthfully you couldn’t act any differently than this even if you wanted to. All you can think about, all that drives you, is your need to cum on Changbin’s cock- nothing else matters. 
Despite the fact that Changbin is using his arms and hands for the explicit purpose of keeping himself upright to watch you, you all but demand he brings them to you. It’s a pitiful attempt really, trying your best to learn forward enough to grab his hands without losing your balance on his lap and falling straight onto his chest, but thankfully he realizes what you’re going for and offers them to you before you can fully fall against him. 
His back once again touches the cool grass, with you intertwing your fingers as soon as his hands come to your own. His hands are much bigger than your own, fingers thicker, and you have to completely spread out your own fingers to even get them between his, but he squeezes your hands once you succeed. You use the additional support of his hands in yours as leverage for your bouncing, his arms strong and firm enough to help keep you upright and steady as you slide up and down his length. 
You can hear his tail thumping against the ground, a display of excitement and pleasure that he’ll never be able to disguise. Your nails dig into his knuckles, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you try to contain the noises that leave you, not wanting to alert the entire forest that you’re fucking right now (as if yours and Changbin’s combined scent doesn’t already give that truth away.) 
But there’s still something missing- something that a desperate puppy and bunny really needs; and that is someone to keep them in line. That’s where Chan comes in, tsking at the scene in front of him as he steps closer, having evidently caught your scent and came straight to where you are now, sitting on Changbin’s dick in the middle of the forest without a single ounce of shame between the two of you. 
“What’s this? Having fun without me?” he asks with a frown that feigns disappointment, though the slight swish of his tail and subtle spark in his eyes relays that he doesn’t actually mind very much. If anything, it gives him a chance for even greater fun, opens up a world of opportunity to tease and demand whatever he wishes. And his sudden presence and voice doesn’t cause you to slow down in the slightest- rather, it excites you further, causing you to bounce with renewed eagerness as you turn your head in the direction you heard him, looking him squarely in the face even as you continue your motions atop Changbin.
“That’s not very nice, I thought you liked me,” Chan pouts as he squats down next to the two of you, though his obviously fake pout breaks into a smile when you whine and affirm you do like him and want to have fun with him too. “We tried, fuck- we tried to find you, I swear, but she- she just-” Changbin is doing his best to talk, though you’re making it extremely difficult for him to be coherent, not letting up your pace in the slightest; and truth be told he’s never been much of a multitasker. “She- she’s fucking- God, I can’t-”
There’s also a pang of jealousy in the pit of Changbin’s stomach over how obviously excited the addition of Chan made you, how his presence and voice caused you to bounce on his dick with renewed vigor; and really, he should probably be happy that you’re putting so much effort into riding his cock thanks to Chan, but he doesn’t. Instead, he squeezes your hands harder, almost instinctively, a gesture that he doesn’t even fully comprehend as possessive. “Oh, look at what you’ve done to poor Binnie. He’s a mess because of you, slutty girl,” Chan coos and your stomach twists as you divert your gaze back to Changbin. 
He’s sweating, panting hard, his stomach rapidly clenching and unclenching- and you feel it, the throb and twitch that alerts you to how close he is. And you’re close too, you have been for ages. Days worth of terrible, unfulfilling orgasms make the pleasure of this moment positively euphoric- but you were doing your best to hold out for Changbin, knowing that once you came you wouldn’t have the strength to ride him anymore, and you wanted to be good and do what he asked of you to the best of your ability. 
And Chan can clearly see the signs on both of you; he’s shared with Changbin enough times to recognize his tells, and in your case, well.. it doesn’t take a genius to realize you’re about 3 seconds from gushing and creaming all over Changbin’s cock and lap. But you started the fun without him! And he isn’t sure you deserve to cum so easily after leaving him out- so just as your volume picks up, your pace finally faltering as your taut line is about to snap, Chan grabs your hips and forces you down, bringing you to a complete stop. 
You whine loudly, wiggling your hips as you vainly try to lift yourself up again, but it’s impossible- Chan is much, much stronger than you after all. Changbin, who was close himself, curses and whines nearly as loudly as you, his brows knitting together as he tries to calm himself down. “Hyung, what the fuck-” he complains, though he doesn’t dare make a move to make Chan stop holding you down- he knows better than that. You look at Chan, bottom lip quivering and eyes glassy with fresh tears as babbles of “why” and “please” and “need to cum” leave you. 
“But weren’t you a bad bunny? Having fun with just Changbin, weren’t even thinking of me at all..” Chan says with another false pout. He is nowhere near as jealous and unconsciously possessive as Changbin, as he knows very well he can have whatever he wants, but this dynamic is where he has the most fun- exuding control is the greatest pleasure he knows. Changbin’s denied orgasm is just collateral. “And poor Binnie, you dragged him down with you because you just couldn’t wait,” he continues, grabbing your face with one hand and making you look back at the wolf beneath you, “I think you should tell him you’re sorry. Tell him you’re sorry for being a slut who can’t wait and getting him into trouble with you.” 
You whine again, watching as Changbin swallows and bites his lip, clearly eager to hear the apology you’re about to grant him at Chan’s command. “I.. ‘m sorry, Binnie, ‘m really sorry,” you mumble, and Chan tsks again, very clearly unsatisfied with the meek apology. “C’mon little red, you can do better than that, can’t you? Try again, we’re waiting.” You glance at Chan and then back at Changbin, swallowing as both of them stare at you and wait; the ball is in your court, and you have no choice but to deliver. 
“I’m sorry f-for being a slut, and ‘m sorry for being a bad bunny, sorry for getting Binnie in trouble, ‘m really sorry, I promise ‘m so sorry,” you try again, to which Chan smirks, taking his hand away from your face to give you a pat on the head. “That’s better,” he says as he finally removes his other hand from your hip. You take that as all the permission you need to start moving again, wasting no time in lifting your hips and slamming them back down onto Changbin’s lap. 
Changbin’s surprised gasp transitions into a groan, his hands once again squeezing yours while also trying to be careful not to pierce your skin with his claws. Eventually, begrudgingly, he lets go of your hands to dig his claws into the earth instead, finding that better than risking cutting into your precious skin. Chan watches patiently, waits until you’re both close again before he brings you to another stop with his strong hands, frustrated whines leaving you both as you plant your feet firmly on the ground and try to fight against Chan’s natural strength.
“I didn’t tell you that you could move,” he explains as he watches tears fall from the corners of your eyes, “couldn’t even wait for my permission, and look at you now, in trouble again, dragging Binnie down with you again.” You pout and cry, babbling apologies to both wolves, shame ever a foreign concept in the face of desperation- all you know is you want to cum, but if Chan needs you to be good, to ask first and follow his rules, then you will; you’ll always be as good for him as you possibly can be. 
When Chan removes his hands from your hips this time, you ask for permission as he wants you to. “Can I move, please? Please, I’ll be good from now on, I promise, just need to cum so bad,” you beg and he smiles as he coos, once again giving you a sweet stroke to your head. “Of course, good bunnies can have whatever they want. Make Binnie cum too, he’s so good to you, he deserves it, doesn’t he?” Chan chuckles as you nod quickly, eagerly resuming the motions on Changbin’s cock as if Chan had never stopped you at all. “Tell him,” he says, moving his hand down your head, over your back and to your tail, tugging it ever so slightly, “he’ll get so excited. Go on, talk to him.” 
“B-Binnie, you’re so- so good to me, make me feel so good, want you to cum, d-deseve to cum- cum in me,” you stutter out between harsh breaths and Chan has to suppress the laugh in his throat when Changbin’s tail fucking whacks against the ground in an impossibly loud, excited thump. So predictable, he always is- can’t hide a damn thing he thinks or feels. Changbin is the one grabbing your hips this time, helping you along as he starts to fuck up into your from below. You squeak and nearly fall forward onto his chest, but somehow manage to keep your balance and stay mostly upright, your hands gripping desperately at his biceps.
And in all the times they have shared someone, Chan is met with a sight he doesn’t think he’s ever seen. Changbin’s eyes are rolling back as bites his lip and chases his high from below, using all of his strength to move you however he wants. Clearly, being denied orgasms did something profound to him- he’s almost feral, relentless in the way he fucks into you. When he feels the build up again, he tries to hold back, almost afraid that Chan will rip it all away from him at the last moment again- but then you’re squeezing him hard, he can feel more slick gush and coat his length as you cry out, and he loses it entirely, cumming in long, drawn out spurts, giving you all he has to give.
You’re entirely collapsed on Changbin’s chest now, seemingly spent from all the effort you exuded and the intensity of your orgasm, eyes closed as you try to collect your breath. Changbin is equally breathless, brain lagging as he processes the fact that he’s cum the hardest he thinks he ever has, and on top of that it was in the middle of the fucking woods with Chan controlling when you were both allowed to cum. Maybe he’s due for some self discovery after this..?
Changbin, whose senses are finally returning to him and recalls he was unable to kiss you at all once you really got going and was sorely missing it, lifts your face and pulls you into a kiss. One kiss turns into two, then to three, then to four, until you’re essentially making out, with Changbin effectively stealing away all the breath you’d just regained. Chan watches for a time, lets Changbin indulge in what is one of his favorite intimate acts, but he can’t let you two be the only ones having fun for much longer. 
It’s Chan’s turn now, and he’s been patient enough. He’s good at putting up a front, makes his control seem effortless, what with his boundless charisma and intimidating presence, but fuck, the minute he caught the scent of your heat in the air, he about lost it. Just as Changbin surely felt, he needs to fuck you before he risks going insane. The younger wolf whines when you’re pulled off of him, a mess left behind on his lap where you once were. What a selfish pup he is- maybe one of these days Chan needs to remind him what it means to share. 
“Go home, Bin. And tell everyone still there to get the fuck out, so I can bring her back home with me.” Changbin blinks for a moment as he processes, and then he’s scrambling to his feet, getting his clothes back on in a rush. Changbin wanted to bring you home too, but he knew he couldn’t- if he just walked in with you in his arms, it would’ve been chaos; the younger wolves with much less practice in self restraint would’ve lost their fucking minds- even Chan and Changbin themselves had barely been keeping it together, still heavily effected by your heat despite how experienced they were. 
“Uh, when I do, can I.. y’know..?” Changbin asks before he starts to leave and Chan rolls his eyes before he lets out a small laugh. “Yes, Bin, you can join us again.” Changbin smiles, tail swishing cutely before he runs off and once again you have to suppress a giggle at the surprisingly adorable display. You wonder if he’d take offense to the fact that you view him as a puppy; he just screams “I need constant affection and attention or I’ll die” and it’s oddly endearing. 
Chan doesn’t let your thoughts linger exclusively on Changbin for long however; he’s grabbing your face again, diverting your attention back to him, making you look straight up at him. He captures your lips in a kiss, one that is far more impassioned than you would’ve expected based on his cool exterior. He holds you tightly, pressing your body firmly against his own, leaving no space between you. You in turn wrap your arms around his neck, sighing into the kiss as you are met with more of the sweet relief you’ve desperately needed.
His hands travel over your body, refamiliarizing himself with the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers, refreshing the memory, letting it become engraved once more. When he pulls back, he is looking at you carefully, doing his best to continue to suppress his carnal need to have you long enough to ask you something that’s been mulling around in his mind, “Tell me honestly, little red. Did you want us to find you tonight, or was it an accident?” He needs to know if it was simply spur of the moment with Changbin, if anyone would’ve done if they’d approached you, or if it was them you specifically needed to get you through your heat. 
“You, I wanted you,” you answer easily, truthfully, a slight blush crawling over your face as you admit how you truly feel; your mind may be foggy from your heat, but you're not immune to the nerves that come with an honest confession, “I told Binnie too, that I.. I wanted you both.” Chan smiles at your answer, a smile that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how pretty he is when he smiles at you. “Good. Then my next question before I keep you for the rest of the night- do you want to be ours?” 
“B-Be yours..?” you ask, blinking up at him as your mind goes over what that could mean. “Mhm, mine and Changbin’s. Our sweet, little bunny that we’d take good care of. Our mate, essentially.. Do you want that?” Your breath hitches, the blush on your face growing as the words swirl around in your head. Their mate. Chan’s. Changbin’s. Both of them.. Their mate. “A-Are you serious? I mean.. I’m a rabbit, and you’re.. not.” From what you've heard, wolves take having a mate very seriously.. and he wants that special someone to be you? And to share that special someone with someone else? Is that really okay?
“I’m completely serious. And you don’t have to be if you don’t want to, but I hope you know it’s not something I offer easily,” he says, stroking your cheek, offering you the softest smile you’ve ever seen him hold. “And you feel it, don’t you? The inexplicit desire, how nothing since having each other has felt complete, satisfying.. enough?” You swallow as you nod, knowing that much is true- ever since you met them, every night without them felt.. wrong somehow. Like you weren’t where you were supposed to be. And God, how unbearable your heats had become, going far past the usual discomfort into completely uncharted, agonizing territory. 
“I do, I really do,” you answer, unable to lie about such a thing even if you wanted to. And there’s still so much about your life you’d have to figure out, but you know you’d regret it if you said you didn’t want to be theirs, you’d live in agony if you didn’t have them. He smiles again before he kisses you, hands traveling down to your legs, over your thighs and hips, until he’s cupping your ass, lifting you up and bringing you closer.
You leak onto his lap, but he doesn’t mind, can’t even process it, really- his mind is full of you. Of your scent, of your touch on his skin, of his on yours. And just how you’d done with Changbin, you insatiably run your hands over whatever patch of his skin within your reach. And if his senses weren’t in overdrive from your scent, he’d admonish you for being so insatiable, tease you for being a slut and make your face burn red from filthy, whispered words.
But he has to admit the desperate, needy side of you he’s witness to is a treat, and it works at the rope that is his composure in record time, steadily tearing at it until all that keeps it together is a thin thread. He’s no better than Changbin, is he? Really, if this is how you’ve been from the start, it’s clear the younger wolf never had a chance; but Chan is the superior here, and he has to set an example- what good will it do if he can’t stay in control long enough to get you back to his den? 
He has something to prove- to himself, to Changbin, and to you; that he doesn’t break and give in so quickly and easily. So he quickly rises to his feet with you in his arms, carefully leaning to where your clothes were discarded and picking them up, covering you in your cape like it’s a blanket. “Just in case there’s some stragglers still at home,” he explains; when you’re officially his mate, no one will touch you, but until then, he’ll take every precaution necessary to protect you from other wolves that may want you- barring Changbin, naturally. 
It takes you no more than a few minutes to get to their den thanks to his speed, and just as before you closed your eyes and clung to him tightly as he wove through the trees to get there. Thankfully, it seemed Changbin did a good job at relaying that the leader wants everyone gone until morning, as the only sight you are met with inside is him sweetly and excitedly waving as Chan approaches with you in his arms. 
Just like the first time, Changbin trails close behind on the way to Chan’s room, locking the door for security when you’re all inside. You’re set down on the bed, with Chan putting your discarded clothing on his nearby armchair before he’s sitting next to you. Changbin also wastes no time getting his clothes off again, to which Chan stares at him incredulously until Changbin replies with a simple “what?”, causing Chan to scoff in disbelief and you to giggle. 
Changbin sits on your other side, his hands in his lap as he waits for whatever it is Chan is going to do next; and he may be jealous, but he won’t interfere with whatever his elder wants to do with you, even if it means all he gets to do for the remainder of the night is watch. Chan reaches out, pushing your hair behind your shoulders and exposing your neck, to which Changbin instinctively swallows. He resisted last time, only scraping your skin with his teeth, but he wanted to bite you so bad that night. 
It was a bit strange, considering he’d never had such an urge with previous partners; he liked them, of course, they were pretty, sexy, fun.. But he almost felt the natural instinct for a wolf to bite was either a myth or something he wasn’t meant to experience until he had you. And maybe that’s why he felt so jealous when Chan captured your attention; Changbin has always been a jealous person, but it never felt this.. real, almost? Serious, and not entirely playful and fun-aligned as it usually was. 
Changbin watches as Chan trails his fingers over your neck, the both of you instinctively holding your breath. He watches as Chan replaces his fingers with his lips, watches as he trails kisses over your skin, watches as his hands travel to your thighs and squeezes them. His jealousy mixes with excitement, softened cock beginning to harden once more, his fingers twitching and aching to touch you some more, but not acting on the desire; it’s Chan’s turn, he has to remind himself repeatedly.
Chan chuckles a bit when he pulls away and sees Changbin very clearly internally struggling; he’s so simple when it comes to things like this, incredibly easy to read. Once more, Chan grabs your face, but he does something new this time- he makes you tilt to the side, exposing the entirety of the right side of your neck to Changbin. He licks his lips and swallows before tearing his gaze away from your neck to look at Chan, unsure of why exactly he’s exposing your neck to him like this.
“Bite her. I know you want to,” Chan says much too casually for Changbin’s poor brain, his eyes widening in surprise as he practically gawks at his elder. “W-What? But- I can’t, she’s-” he stutters out, and you’re surprised to hear him so flustered; you guess the rumors are true- wolves take mating and bites very seriously. It’s not something he’ll do on a whim, even if he desperately wants to. “She wants you to. Wants both of us to,” Chan continues with a smile as he watches the gears turn in Changbins mind, “isn’t that right? Tell him, sweetheart.” 
“’s true, I wanna be yours. Both of yours,” you tell him and Changbin groans, though you can’t tell if it’s from disbelief, pleasure, or a mix of both. He takes one of your hands in his, squeezing once more as he leans down to your neck, inhaling your scent as he presses open mouthed kisses to your skin. “You’re sure..? This isn’t something you can take back,” Changbin asks between his hot kisses, and you affirm eagerly, that yes, you absolutely want this. 
“Together then?” he asks as he pulls away, looking at Chan with utmost seriousness. Chan hums his agreement before he’s tilting your head backwards, your entire neck exposed to both of them. And though this is something you want, you can’t help but be nervous as they take their places on either side of your neck, their breath tickling your skin and causing you to squirm. “Relax, sweetheart,” Chan whispers soothingly, his hand coming down to find the one Changbin isn’t holding. 
You let out a breath, doing your best to will you heart and nerves to calm; this will change your life forever, but it’s a change you accept wholeheartedly, and once the initial pain subsides, you know they’ll take the utmost care of you, they’ll make it all worth it. You feel their teeth start to prick your skin, their positions on your neck a true mirror of one another- the same placement on either side, marks that will show to the entire world that you have not just one mate, but two.
Chan’s fangs pierce your skin first, causing you to gasp and squeeze at their hands, crying out when Changbin’s own fangs follow shortly behind. It stings, but that initial pain dulls rather quickly, and you’re soon left with only the pleasurable feeling of belonging, of.. love? Or maybe that's not entirely accurate given how this all came to be, but whatever it is transcends anything you've ever known or experienced in your life thus far. It’s unique, special, new- a fitting description for your newfound relationship, and all the emotions it conjures within you.
Changbin is the first to kiss you when they seperate from your neck- and it's to be expected, he just can't help himself. But possessive though he can be, intentional or otherwise, he pulls away rather quickly, giving Chan his opportunity to kiss you too- because it’s not just him you belong to, and he wants to make it clear that even when he’s clingy, or jealous, or pouty, he’ll never do a single thing to jeopardize what the three of you have together. He simply hugs you as Chan kisses you, his lips ghosting over the mark he left behind, soothing a sting that no longer exists.
You wondered, when you were back at home in your cottage in the clearing, if it was okay to miss them. Was it foolish, did it even make sense to want to see them again? But you feel you’ve found your answer- you were meant to miss them, were supposed to feel a tug in their direction, were supposed to find them irresistible in every aspect, to desire them with all that you are. They are meant for you, and you for them, and maybe everything up to this point happened the exact way it was supposed to; and now you were truly where you belong.
Though Changbin should keep his hands and lips to himself given that it’s Chan’s turn to have his fun with you, he really can’t help himself. You’re sure Chan notices, as he notices everything when it comes to the both of you, but he doesn’t scold, tease, or pull you away. As fun as it would be to make you both whine and pout, this is a moment that will never be replicated- to bite someone like this is an act that you hopefully only do once in your lifetime. For the first night of belonging to each other at least, he’ll loosen the reins of his control just a bit for Changbin’s sake.
Chan guides you, and in turn Changbin, to lay back. Changbin's back hits the wall, while yours rests against his chest, where he cups and grabs your breasts from behind, squeezing and playing with them to his heart’s content while Chan continues to kiss you. His tongue slides in your mouth when Changbin’s rolling and pinches of your nipples causes your mouth to open with a moan, Chan’s own hand traveling between your legs, his fingers becoming quickly coated in your slick. 
Your body jolts when he rubs your clit, instinctively squirming and avoiding his direct touch- because even though it’s the first time either of them are touching it tonight, you’ve been abusing it all week whilst chasing your (unsuccessful) orgasms. It’s tender, sensitive- and you say so, a tremble in your voice as you try to make Chan understand that the feeling is just too much right now. “It’s too much?” he questions, and you’d think his tone was one of genuine concern were it not for his smirk giving away that he doesn’t very much care if the feeling is overwhelming you, “but you’re making such pretty sounds for us. And I thought you needed to cum? Isn’t that what you told me?” 
“Y-Yes, but-” you start but Chan quickly shushes you, another roll of his fingers making your eyes roll back as you continue to squirm. Your hands instinctively go to his wrists, simply holding them as you know you’d never actually be able to push him away. “But what? I’m giving you what you want, silly girl,” he says with a smile that you’d view as sweet if you didn’t know any better, “you should be thanking me. Go on, tell me ‘thank you’, nice and sweet, ‘kay?”
Oh, he’s so mean- and Changbin is no better, because he feels it fair to remind you that apparent cuteness and loss of composure aside, he’s just as much a menace as his elder. “Yeah, yeah, do it, pretty. We wanna hear it,” he says, close enough to your ear that it makes you shiver and squirm some more, whining in equal parts embarrassment and pleasure. Because even if it is overwhelming, it does still feel good- so good, you can’t help but cry.
“Th-Thank you, thank you,” you say between moans and gasping breaths, your nails digging into Changbin’s thighs now that you’ve released Chan’s wrists from your grasp. “Hmm, are you sure that’s all you wanna say? I think Channie-hyung expects more from you,” Changbin says with a grin you can’t see but can certainly hear. He’s right, of course, but you have no idea how you’re supposed to string together a coherent sentence with the way they’re coordinating their touches to your body and talking to you. 
But you have no choice but to do your best, because the alternative is disappointing them, and you would never. “Thank you- thank you for making me feel s-so good, thank you Channie, Binnie, th-thank you.” Choppy and hardly coherent through your whimpery moans your words may be, they seem satisfactory enough; Chan hums approvingly, and you can feel Changbin’s cock twitch against your back.
“That’s my good girl,” he smiles, increasing the speed of his fingers before he corrects himself, “our good girl.” You squeeze your eyes shut, legs twitching, entire body trembling, though you no longer instinctively squirm away from his fingers- your body has finally accepted it, you suppose. Apart from the tremble and shake in your legs, your body is otherwise limp, accepting of every bit of stimulation they bring you.
You’re close, they both know, but given the circumstances, Chan decides to be kind this time- he can make you beg and cry some more later, for now he should give his good bunny what she needs. “Gonna cum, aren’t you, pretty bunny? Go ahead and let go, let us hear it,” Chan says, doing his best to apply more pressure with the pads of his fingers, though how sloppy you are from slick doesn’t make the task entirely effortless- not that he minds, of course; he likes the mess you’ve made between your legs. 
You cry as you nod, head falling back against Changbin’s shoulder when his tugs and pinches to your nipples become harsher. You try to warn them before it happens, but you can’t- it hits you so hard that you can’t even utter any further noise, your mouth hanging open in silent cries as your eyes roll back and body tenses and untenses rapidly, gushing and making a further mess of Chan’s fingers and the mattress beneath you. 
They both whisper praises in your ears, sweet encouragements and dirty words that further drag out the euphoria you feel. You’re not sure how much time has passed before you open your eyes again, feeling Changbin’s hands rubbing your hips and thighs while Chan strokes your cheeks, smiling sweetly at you, actually sweetly, as your senses return to you. “There’s our girl,” he says after giving you a quick peck on the lips, “did such a good job, sweetheart.” 
He strokes your head as Changbin presses sweet kisses to your neck and shoulders, moving his hands from your thighs to wrap his arms around you in a soft hug. “Channie, fuck me now?” you ask, because as breathless and nearing exhaustion as you are, you’re still eager to feel him inside you, and you won't be truly satisfied until you get another load of cum inside you- his specifically. His smile turns to a grin, his hands coming down to your hips, prepared to move you into whatever position he desires, “Course sweetheart, nights not over until I’m done with you.” 
He flips you around effortlessly, Changbin catching you before you fall completely against him. He holds you upright while Chan adjusts the position of your hips, aligning his cock with your hole once he has you how he wants you. Changbin kisses you as Chan slides his way inside your heat slowly, swallowing every little noise that escapes you. And really, you’re beyond wet and prepped enough for him to go fast if he wants to, but he doesn’t- and not entirely because he wants to tease you (though it does serve that purpose), but because he’s been so on edge this entire time that he’ll cum in record time if he doesn’t, and he’ll die before he lets Changbin last longer than him. 
Changbin, who is happy to have your attention again, has his tail thumping excitedly against the mattress. You’re holding onto his shoulders for support as your tongues play together, gasping into his mouth when Chan is finally fully sheathed inside you, his hands digging into your hips whilst still trying to be cautious of his claws and their ability to pierce your delicate skin (though you don’t think you’d particularly mind if they did.) Changbin brings a hand to one of your ears, stroking the soft fluff and causing you to whimper as you clench around Chan’s cock, earning you a grunt from behind, a clear sign that he felt it. 
It’s not meant to be a challenge against Chan’s ability to hold out, but he takes it as one- if anyone is going to break and cum fast, it won’t be him. His hand comes around to your front, grabbing your neck with just enough strength to pull you back towards him. You gasp and whimper, turning your head as much as you can to look at Chan while he holds your neck. “Make our Binnie cum again while I fuck you, and then I’ll let you cum again too. Understand, bunny?”
You nod quickly as Changbin whines and his cock twitches. Our Binnie- he likes the sound of it more than he’d expect. Chan whispers a simple ‘good girl’ in your ear before he lets you go, letting you fall back into Changbin. Your head lands on his chest, and he intends to lift you up to support you and shift himself into a position that’ll benefit the both of you, but it doesn’t seem you need it- your hands are instantly on his cock, your tiny hands wrapping around and stroking as much as they are able.
He groans and grabs your face, lifting it up enough so that he can lean down to kiss you. Your pace falters when Chan finally starts to roll and thrust his hips, but you do your best to keep steady, determined to perform well and be allowed to cum again. You’re gasping, whimpering, crying as Chan’s pace turns to one you can only describe as purely animalistic- and fair, you admit, given how much self restraint and composure he had to hold until now. The fact that he even went this long before losing it is herculean feat. 
Despite that, he is still firm on the idea that he absolutely will not cum before either of you do, so he reaches around and grabs one of your hands, taking it away from Changbin’s cock and bringing it up instead to one of his twitching ears. “Wanna see our Binnie really lose it? Rub his ear, he’ll go crazy.” “Hyung-” he opens his mouth to protest, face starting to flush and seemingly embarrassed that his weak spot is being called out. 
The complaint dies in his throat however when your fingers softly rub over his ear, a gaspy whine coming out instead as his hips jolt up into the other hand still on his cock. “Fuck, shit-” he weakly groans while Chan smirks in victory- though the smirk doesn’t last very long, as he truthfully isn’t fairing much better than Changbin in regards to how good you’re making him feel. Maybe in the end, his plan backfired- because each noise that Changbin emits causes you to clench harder, but he still has other ideas in mind to make the two of you cum first.
Chan’s fingers find your clit again, making your body jolt and your hands grip at Changbin harder- on both his poor, sensitive cock and equally sensitive ear. He curses again, eyes rolling back for the second time, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as his hips once again unconsciously thrusts upward. It reaches a point where he’s essentially doing all the work, your fist almost entirely still while Changbin fucks your hand. 
His hands dig into the sheets, almost tearing them as he clenches at the fabric between his fingers. “O-Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum- harder, touch me harder, please-” Butterflies explode in your stomach, having never expected to hear Changbin beg the way you are usually made to. You do as he asks, you’d never dream otherwise; your fingers grip him harder, squeezing his cock and rubbing harsh circles on the soft ear in your hand. 
The thump of his tail is erratic, his breaths harsh as his head falls back, cum shooting on your hand and his stomach. When he opens his eyes and lifts his head, he’s met with the sight of you licking his cum off your hand before your scooping up the mess he made on his stomach with your fingers, sticking them in your mouth and then opening your to show him it’s all gone when you’re done, twisting your neck after to show Chan too. 
“F-Fuck,” Chan stutters a groan, pulling out long enough to flip you back around, your back hitting the mattress as Changbin moves to the side to watch. “Such a good girl, cleaning him up without having to be asked, should- fuck, should reward you, shouldn’t I?” But he already promised you could cum if Changbin did, so what’s the next best reward he could give you? “What do you want? Tell me, bunny, and I’ll give it to you,” he decides to simply ask as he slides back into your wet warmth, resuming the harsh pace he’d set before you flipped back around. 
“K-Kiss? Can we kiss?” you ask and he chuckles, stroking your cheek as he brings his face close to yours, close enough that your noses are touching and you can feel his breath against you. “That’s it? That’s all you want?” he asks, unable to suppress the smile when you quickly nod, “Bin’s gonna get jealous, y’know. You’ll have to make it up to him after.” But before you can reply, he’s kissing you, tongue shoving it’s way in your mouth.
Chan’s pace is fast and not entirely accurate, but God, he’s trying- and you perfectly understand, because even with the cool exterior he exudes, you can tell he’s barely been holding it together. He’s utterly gorgeous like this too, sweat dripping and jaw clenched, brows scrunched and veins popping from exertion, pretty lips glossy from your kisses just prior. His fingers on your clit are replaced by Changbin’s, while Chan’s hands grab your legs and keeps them held open, his cock going as deep as it can go. 
“So perfect, perfect bunny for us,” Chan grunts as his head falls to your neck, lips ghosting over the mark he made with fangs. Changbin brings his other hand to one of your ears, rubbing the base in the same way you rubbed his, while his fingers on your clit rub in quickly practiced circles. “Yours, ‘m yours and Binnie’s, bunny just for you,” you affirm, body shuddering when Chan groans in response.
He’s close, so fucking close, but you have to cum first- so he closes his eyes and tries to focus on hitting the spot that makes you see stars, working to stave off his release as long as he can possibly can. And he’s successful, Thank God- between his perfect thrusts and Changbin’s fingers, you’re cumming again in no time at all, the wet spot beneath you growing as you drench Chan in your release. 
He grunts, thrusts reverting back to their sloppier rhythm as he chases his high, his grip on your thighs sure to leave bruises behind. A string of curses leave him as he finally cums, filling you to the point it leaks even as he’s still fully pressed inside. Your eyes are closed, heavy with exhaustion, but you hear them talk to each other as they wipe your sweat away and clean you up between your thighs.
One of them picks you up, Chan you think, while the one you assume to be Changbin changes the sheets for him, absolutely filthy after the night you just shared. Tired and not entirely conscious as you are, you still snuggle into the chest of the one holding you, and it’s confirmed it’s Chan when you hear him chuckle and whisper something about you being “sweet and cute.” You tiredly whine when you’re put back down, eyes still closed but missing the warmth you were enveloped in, and hear them once again chuckle before you feel them on both sides, pressed against them in the middle. 
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With a struggle, you blink awake, body heavy and eyes still impossibly tired, the darkness surrounding you making it near impossible to tell what time it is. It's clear you're still in their den, and wolves dens are always dark given their nocturnal nature. You're laying on your back, you realize, Changbin’s arm slung over your stomach while Chan, who is also apparently awake, is stroking your head as he looks at you. “You didn’t sleep?” you ask quietly and he shakes his head, whispering his reply back to you. “It’s still the middle of the night, sweetheart. We never sleep at night- but well, after what you did to Changbin, he was out as soon as he got comfortable next to you. Couldn’t stay awake even if he wanted to.” 
You quietly giggle, turning your head to catch a peek at him. He looks cute, peaceful- you give him a soft peck on his cheek before you turn your attention back to the awake Chan. “He’d lose it if he was awake during that, y’know. He loves cute shit like that,” he says and you smile- you can tell, it’s obvious; Changbin is a bit of an open book, you think. “What about you?” you ask and he scoffs a little, turning his gaze away as a slight smile peeks out on his lips. “Course. I just don’t make it as obvious as that idiot. Seriously, we have a reputation to maintain.” 
You peck his cheek, and he scoffs again, trying to hide the growing smile and retain the cool image. “Don’t start- you’re gonna make me as bad as him.” “Is it going to be morning soon..?” you ask as you lower your head back to the pillows. “It will be in a couple hours,” he replies, turning back to you with a more serious expression, “you need to go back home, yeah? Can’t stay here?”
You frown as you nod, a strange feeling of loneliness filling your gut at the idea of leaving them behind to go back to your cottage. “Grandmother needs me..” you tell him and he hums in understanding, careful not to expose the ache in his chest that you’ll be parting soon- whether that’s courtesy of the mating bite or if it’s feelings he’d have regardless he can’t entirely tell. “We’ll figure something out. Just get some more rest for now, okay? I’ll be right here.” You nod and close your eyes, relaxing further when you feel him start to stroke your head again. When you shift slightly for comfort, Changbin instinctively holds you tighter; even in his sleep he has to make sure you’re close.
There’s a lot you’ll have to confront come morning, but you decide to follow Chan’s words and leave it until then. You lay one of your hands atop the one Changbin has pressed on your stomach, and use your other to touch Chan, humming happily when he brings his own over to hold it. For now, you’ll fall back to sleep, you’ll indulge in the safe comfort you feel while sandwiched between their bodies, holding their hands, secure in the knowledge that even though your life will be drastically different from now, it’s what will make you happiest. A bunny and her two bad wolves, who aren’t actually as bad as they seem- this is where you belong.
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I just found your account and I’m like ??? Where have you been all my life I’m in heaven 🥰 now you got me thinking of being carried around everywhere on your werewolf’s knot and I’m drooling 🤤
ASKSKSK BESTIE IT'S OUR WEREWOLF FIRST OF ALL. SECOND OF ALL HERE YOU GO SOME MORE KNOTTING
⎯ The time he sat you down to tell you about his....anatomy. You surprised him by finishing his sentence about knotting(all that werewolf/omegaverse smut payed off).
⎯ To say you were excited (and aroused), was an understatement. You were sure you'd lose your mind if your bf didn't fuck you.
⎯ As you felt the knot growing, your werewolf stopped. He was still vaguely thrusting but he grabbed the bottle of lube from your nightstand, and graciously applied it (as best as he could with his cock inside you).
⎯ He then slowly pushed his knot into you and thrusted a bit and came inside you. He then turned you both so he was laying on the bed and you on his chest with his knot deep inside you. You'd never felt so full.
⎯ "You alright dove? Was I too hard? Are you comfortable? Do you want to change positions?" You cut off his monologue by kissing him and giggling, too tired to speak.
⎯ After a while you did manage to ask him, "How long does your knot stay?" He chuckled before answering that it could last around 20-25 mins.
⎯ You were hungry and before you could say anything, your bf asked "You hungry lovie?" You hummed. He got out of the bed with you (couldn't really pull out the knot without causing both of you immense pain).
⎯ This was basically how your first time went with him. He still does care for you every time you have sex as if it's your first time.
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werewolf Simon NSFW
MDNI 🔞
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he had been rutting into you for what felt like hours. your entire lower half was sore and tired, your upper, covered in bites and drool. tousled hair and crumpled sheets in your fingers, Simon hunched over you again. the fur down his back stood on end as he pressed into you again.
cw: werewolf au, smut, MINORS DNI 🔞, monster f♤cking is afoot again sorry, k♡tting, size k♧nk, muzzles and collars, gn! reader, simon is a big guy 👀, not proof read, self indulgent ♡
his claws tore into another set of sheets, leaving tears in their wake. you could feel your sopping entrance part when he pressed his knot against you.
"Si.. I dont think I can take it," you whimpered out, finding his giant hand to hold onto.
his collar jangled, buckles on his muzzle clinking together when he rested the cold wire on your shoulder. he was panting, giant fangs inches from your face. Simon was careful not to nuzzle you with the cold metal, pressing his head against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
his hips never relented. you could feel the curve of his knot pressing against you again. it took your breath away, making you pant right along with him.
"gotta relax," he grumbled, leaning back on his haunches.
his free hand pressed on the small of your back. he tried to be mindful of the claws, only letting then press against your skin not break it. you did as he instructed and squeezed his hand again. the cold wire muzzle pressed against the skin of your back before it was soothed by him licking at the skin he could reach through the metal grate. a kiss in his own way.
"just gotta arch f'me," he encouraged, watching your back bow inward. "there we go, good pup."
ironic considering who's the werewolf here.
he pulled your cheek to the side with his free hand and let a long string of drool fall to the fat base of his cock. long claws dug into the plump flesh of your ass, leaving red indents here and there. he kneaded your skin like dough, his tail wagging in response to your moans.
still mindful of his claws, he used his thumb to gently push at the ring of your tight hole. you hummed and moaned, trying to relax your body for him.
"need me to talk you through it, hm? you like that?" Simon could feel your walls pulse around him again. his fangs glinted in the dim light at his devilish grin.
his hips started their steady cant again, working you open all over again. "fuck, that's it. you're so close sweet thing, just a little more."
you could feel the curve of his knot finally pushing into you. fuck he was massive. you clutched st his hand again, nails digging into the spaces between his fingers. Simon was drooling over you, literally. his free hand pulled your hip up to meet his own. he could almost watch his knot disappear.
you started to whine again, starting to feel too full of your giant werewolf boyfriend. before you could protest too much, simon was putting most of his weight on you.
he was mumbling apologies to you. despite his heartfelt apologizes about how fat his cock was, he couldn't fully mean them when your entrance finally gave to his constant rutting. your walls finally parted, allowing not nearly enough room for him to knot you.
Simon howled in pleasure, muttering finally and thank yous into your ear. you damn near howled right along with him, the stretch making your vision white out. your shaking orgasm made it just that much easier for him to thrust against you. even now his hips wouldn't stop, desperate to fill you to the brim.
"fuck Simon.. you're so big."
I know he says. I'm so sorry my love he says, finally filling you with cum. he praises you for doing so well, his tail wagging.
"gonna be stuck a while," he mumbles, hips never stopping their gentle rhythm. "may as well make the most of it."
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(I need more werewolf gifs 💔)
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The Day is My Enemy (1)
Author: @deadbranch
Pairing: werewolf!Captain Price x fem!Reader
Summary:  You and John are acquainted with one another, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Word Count:  1.1k
Warnings:  18+ MDNI, light angsty emotion, impolite language, eventual smut.
A/N:  Takes place in the same werewolf AU as Midnight in a Perfect World, but on the other side of the Atlantic.  Click here for AU lore.  This first chapter was written for @glitterypirateduck ‘s Captain Price writing challenge, using prompt #62 “Story takes place in an airport or on a plane.”
SERIES MASTERLIST
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THE DAY IS MY ENEMY (1)
There are times you miss the rank and file.
Perhaps you just long for simplicity. The clarity of service in uniform.  They still call you by your rank, observing the hierarchical courtesies, but it all drives you a little mad by the end of the week.  This isn’t the army.  It’s something else entirely.
Most of the seats on this flight are filled with werewolves.
There are a few trait carriers, otherwise human in appearance, among them but not many.
The flight attendants and crew likely have no idea.  Or maybe they know and don’t pay mind to it.  Regardless, it’s rare to find yourself in a flight cabin with this many.
The representative bodies of the Twenty Nations meet every two decades.  It’s tradition.
You’re certain the advent of trains, planes, and other vehicles makes the pilgrimage easier, but for you it would always be difficult.
You’re already making plans to avoid the next one in twenty years.
“Excuse me.”
You glance upward abruptly, not having realized you were zoned out to the buzzing activity on the tarmac outside the window across the aisle.
It’s Captain Price.  You know him as John, at his previous insistence, but you still call him Price.  There’s something to be said about keeping a wolf like him at a professional distance.  You’re not interested in a legacy more than fifty generations deep, nor any legacy for that matter.  Your bloodline ends with you.
You hadn’t realized Price was on the same flight.  Despite the near statistical certainty of sharing a plane, someone like him seldom occupies your thoughts beyond institutional annoyance.
He takes a breath as though to speak but stops himself.  Of all things, you admire his eyebrows for a moment.  They’re expressive, almost as much as they are when he’s more wolf than man.
You never served under the same command, but you’d participated in the same joint force exercises.  It feels like forever ago, but upon reflection it was less than three years.  You thought you’d never see most of your former teammates, acquaintances, even your enemies once you were recruited for off-books work.  Seeing Price’s restrained smile across the room during orientation gave you no small amount of trepidation.  You were looking forward to a fresh start. 
You dutifully stand to let him pass.  Tempted to ask if he’s sure he’s on the correct row, you decide less is more.
At this rate, maybe you’ll catch a short nap before takeoff.
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Price closes his book and lays it against his chest in contemplation.  He spares a glance at the woman next to him.
He’s certain she remembers him, by the look in her eye every time they bump into each other.  He knows her name, she knows his.
She’s asleep in the seat next to him, arms folded and cover pulled down in the manner of a sleeping soldier.
He takes a sharp intake of air through his nostrils.  He still can’t tell if she’s a wolf on suppressors or a carrier.  The medication messes with their natural scent, making wolves smell...not like wolves.  He knows someone who can pull her records, to confirm.  He doesn’t want to do that.  Although not exactly an egregious transgression, he doesn’t like the idea of invading her privacy.
And does it even matter?  He sighs inwardly.  It does to the custodial members of his bloodline.  Pair with a wolf.  Sire full-wolf children.  Maintain the legacy.
Fucking legacy.
He runs a hand through his close-cropped beard as he averts his eyes from her sleeping form.  He can’t help feeling guilty.  The opportunity presented itself for him to ask her, a few years back.  He didn’t take it.  It felt wrong to ask.  What are you?
Price shuts his eyes and tries not to breathe too deeply as he attempts to doze off.
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The pressure inside your head wakes you.  The drop in altitude means you’re almost home.  You smile bitterly.  Not home.  Just where you sleep while you’re not working.  Your parents believe you’ve taken a civilian job.  The bitter smile fades.
Price rouses from his own nap, book sliding off his chest and into his lap, causing the muscles in his chest and abdomen to flex at the unexpected movement.
His eyes, still bleary with sleep, meet yours.  You look away.  You’re hoping he didn’t notice your line of sight, but it’s too late.  The way his brows perk up, you’re all but certain he can smell your shift in perception.
“Sleep well?” he asks innocently, followed with a soundless yawn and rubbing of his left eye with the heel of his palm.  He’s giving you the dignity of feeling unseen.  Christ.  A gentleman werewolf.
“Well enough,” you say dismissively, avoiding his gaze as you tuck your cover under one arm before digging through your pockets.  You’ve got aspirin somewhere, but you suspect you likely left it in your carryon, now in the bin above and behind your seat.
He’s staring at you.  As you look up, you catch the aftermath of his flared nostrils.  He turns a little crimson under the collar but doesn’t look away.
“You’re…in discomfort?” he asks, nearly choking on the effort to speak.  You’re accustomed to the young wolves and non-legacies losing their nerve around you, but a wolf like Price?
“Just a headache.”
He reaches into the small carryon seated between his boots, withdraws a small bottle, and presses it into your palm.  You don’t recall reaching for it, but you take it gratefully.
You knock two of them into the back of your throat and swallow.  He winces.  You frown at him with mild amusement as you replace the plastic cap and press the bottle back into his open hand.  His fingers close around yours for the briefest moment before your hand slips through his grasp, his skin warm and dry to the touch.
“I’ll never get used to watching someone swallow pills dry.”
“Then don’t watch.”
He blinks slowly as he laughs in response to your logic.
“I suppose you’re right.”
“Thank you.  For the aspirin,” you amend quickly, unsure of where this is going.  You’ve lost all concept of time and space.
“You’re most welcome.  I was hoping I could offer you something, anything.  At some point.”
Shaking your head, you mentally retract yourself from the moment.
“I don’t need anything from you.”
An infuriating level of patience and sincerity emanates from his every expression, gesture, even the movements of his mouth.
“I know you don’t.  But I’m here…if you ever do.”
With that, he shuts his eyes and turns toward the window again, his book still in his lap.
As his body shifts subtly to adjust to the attempt at sleep, you can’t help noticing his nostrils flare twice more and the hint of a smile at the near corner of his mouth.
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