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lazycats-stuff · 1 year

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Hello, hope you'er having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 team x male reader who gets mald by a strange large dog, at first they wonder if the dog had rabies but it was perfect healthy, but yet reader get extremely sick and there is no explanation.

When reader recovers he has super human strength and speed, and gets irritated faster which is unusual.

All the sudden change causing anxiety that he might he hurt someone or worst. (Reader turning into a werewolf)

You sure can! Alrighty, lets go! I'm pumped today for some reason... Also, sorry for taking this long 😣😣😣, also (C/S) = call sign

Summary: (Y/N) got bit by a dog on a mission. Everything was fine until he got extremely ill.

Warnings: military inaccuracies, flu, seizures, shifting, werewolf, characters are probably OOC

Also, is it just me or is Barry Sloane extremely hot?

(Y/N) leaned his head back as they were driving to their target's location. The mission was capture or kill, as Ghost had before they had all left. Unfortunately, their target location was in the woods, which made (Y/N) rather... Jumpy. He was never fond of the woods and the fact that it was so far into the woods was not good for (Y/N).

" Alright, listen up! " Price started, attracting attention from his squad. " We have already separated into teams. (Y/N) and Gaz, you are with Ghost and Soap is with me. We have our back up and since the house is separated into two part, each team will cover one. " Price finished, gripping his rifle.

Ghost looked at the youngest member of the task force. (Y/N) (L/N), also known as (C/S). Ghost tolerated him, but never gave him mercy on the mat. He was always tough on him, but (Y/N) didn't mind.

" Nervous? " Ghost asked (Y/N), making the youngest turn his head.

" I'm not a fan of woods that's all. " (Y/N) gave Ghost a short explanation. Ghost didn't say anything, he simply got up when the truck stopped.

(Y/N) took a quiet breath in and got up too. (Y/N) followed Ghost and with the rest of the back up they started moving quietly towards the houses. They parked far enough so that they won't be heard.

Both teams moved quietly and by some sort of luck, (Y/N)'s team got the house that was a bit further in the woods. Bastards. (Y/N) sighed as he moved quietly behind Ghost.

" Scared (C/S)? " Ghost teased.

" In your dreams lieutenant. " (Y/N) bit back.

Ghost didn't respond as he kicked the door in, entering quietly and swiftly. Everyone aimed the rifles and spread out through the ground floor. It was very rich house and (Y/N) felt a ping of jealousy. When he was younger, he wanted live in such a house. But not in the woods.

Ghost took down a man and (Y/N) progressed more into the house. He saw the kitchen that was leading to the terrace and he went to check it out. He slid the glass door open and he stepped out into the cold air. He cleared the deck, but stopped when he heard rustling.

He took a deep breath, steadying his hands. He needs to check it out, it could be the enemy, but also it could be an animal ready to maul him.

(Y/N) doesn't get paid enough for this at all. He went down the stairs, putting on his night vision goggles. He listened for the rustling sound before he heard a growl.

He had no time to even turn around, before he felt a something bite him. It attacked him from behind him, biting down head on his leg. (Y/N) let out a grunt as he fell down, face first onto the ground. He tried to turn around, but the thing was heavy and unrelenting.

(Y/N) tried to kick it with it's free leg, but he couldn't aim. A gunshot rang out and the thing whimpered and ran off. (Y/N) looked up, seeing Gaz at the window. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as he tried to get up. His leg was killing him and he limped back to the sliding glass doors. He was cursing and Gaz ran down the stairs to meet him.

" (C/S), what's wrong? " Gaz asked worried.

" Something bit me. I think a wolf or something. "

" What were you doing there anyway? " Gaz asked, crouching to see the bite.

" There is a terrace and it leads to backyard. I wanted to make sure that everything was clear there. " (Y/N) said as Gaz stood up.

" We need to get to you to a hospital. Come on. " Gaz said, helping (Y/N) walk.

" I hate life. " (Y/N) said as Gaz called it in. Ghost came down, looking at (Y/N)'s leg.

" You alright private? "

" Oh, I'm peachy sir, my leg burns and I might have rabies. " (Y/N) answered sarcastically. " Did you at least have any luck? "

" Not here, but Price had. We got him. "

(Y/N) smiled, happy that they got him. " Thank God. I would have killed someone if we had to look for him. "

(Y/N) hissed a bit as he was sat down. " We will get you to medical in no time. " Gaz reassured (Y/N), who didn't share the same sentiment.

" Yay. I'm taking a leave after this mission. But you know, chicks dig scars. Guys too... "

Gaz snorted as he took the first aid kit. He stopped the bleeding with the gauzed and (Y/N) now realized how this bite was painful.

" I think that my adrenalin is stopping, this bite hurts like a bitch. " (Y/N) said, watching as Gaz poured some alcohol on a clean gauze.

" Get ready, this is going to burn. "

" It can't get any worse than this. "

(Y/N) was in fact, wrong on every aspect of that. When he was shipped off to the medical he was tested for rabies and other stuff that the wolf might have. Thankfully, he didn't get rabies or anything else for that matter.

But what baffled everyone was how sick (Y/N) had gotten. It wasn't a normal flu that hits you out of nowhere and knocks you back on your ass, but something much more severe.

His temperature was way higher than it should be, he was paler then the walls in the medical wing of the base, he was unconscious and worst of all, despite having a high fever, he was cold to the touch.

To Price, he looked like a corpse and that scared him more than anything. He was living and yet he was looking like an actual corpse. Even Ghost was disturbed, although he won't show it outwardly.

And it took a lot to disturb Ghost. That man has see a lot of stuff.

Soap and Gaz were just terrified. They saw (Y/N) while he was sleeping and if it weren't for the monitor, Gaz and Soap would have thought that (Y/N) had died from the bite.

Price was baffled by just what has caused this. The doctors were even more baffled. Nobody had a definitive answer for Price however. Some say stress, some say something else... Needless to say, Price was going to lose his mind.

It was a sad sight to see. A young private, so full of life and sarcasm, the one who didn't show mercy on the mat and the one who was a great sniper. And the one who gave Price the most gray hairs.

Price was sitting down on a chair next to (Y/N)'s bed. He was under a lot of medication and he was hooked to a lot tubes. Price was finishing up some reports. He could have done it in his office, but he didn't want to leave his private alone.

He listened to the heart monitors as he filed out some forms. Ghost was doing some work with the recruits. Ghost and Soap were somewhere on the base and considering that soon there would be a time for lunch, they were probably going to cafeteria.

Soap and Gaz had a really fast metabolism and Price was always shocked by it. Either way, one of them was going to take the shift of watching (Y/N).

Price sighed as he closed up the folder. He put it on the nightstand, watching the now sleeping private. It has been a week since (Y/N) was sick and there were no signs of improvement. Price was afraid of what was going to happen if he doesn't wake up soon.

" Price? " A very croaky voice said, nearly giving Price a heart attack.

" (Y/N)? Hang on, I have to get the doctor. " Price said, standing up, leaving the room.

Once the doctor was done with making sure that everything was fine, the 141 task force was allowed in. (Y/N) was laying down, Gaz feeding him some jello.

" So, the doctor says you are going to be fine. " Price said, sitting down on a chair next to Gaz.

" That's good. " (Y/N) rasped out, making Price sigh.

" Don't talk please. Drink some water. Also, Alejandro and Rudy called. They wish you a speedy recovery. "

(Y/N) just put a thumb up and opened his mouth to eat the jello from Gaz.

" And I have great news. You don't have any rabies. " Price said, making (Y/N) raise his hands weakly up and down, as if he was partying.

" You should get discharged soon too. "

Another thumbs up from (Y/N).

(Y/N) thought that he was going to get better and everything would be back to normal.

Nothing was normal.

(Y/N) soon realized how this... 'flu' changed everything. (Y/N) was faster. That shouldn't be a bad thing right? Well, it is if you were never so fast in the first place. And if it broke every single human record there was in the base.

Soap was very excited about it, but (Y/N) was lowkey terrified. Price said that he was going to test him with some regular tests. Price was shocked too when the times were amazing and (Y/N) didn't even break the sweat. Price thought he was going insane.

The next thing that freaked (Y/N) out was the fact that he was way more stronger than usual. How? Soap challenged (Y/N) to lift Ghost's weights and the weight that he lifts. And everyone knew that Ghost is a big man, with even bigger muscles.

(Y/N) was doing this just for fun and Ghost agreed to spot him just in case something goes wrong. Ghost paled when he saw how (Y/N) easily lifted the weight that made many brake.

And he didn't even struggle. (Y/N) was more leaning, there wasn't any defined muscles. Ghost watched in sheer horror as (Y/N) lifted them with ease. What in the actual hell?

After a few moments, (Y/N) was done.

Ghost thought that he was insane. Soap was on the verge of passing out. Gaz's mouth fell down to the floor. What the hell?

The third thing that made him wonder was the fact that he got super irritated. Soap could say anything or Gaz, even Ghost could set him off.

Price and the others knew that he can sometimes be sarcastic, but he could keep his composure. This new temper was something that baffled the task force. He never really exploded at them like that.

(Y/N) noticed these changes and just isolated. He stayed in his room and wondered what the hell happened. He was never that strong and he was never that fast and more importantly he was never this explosive when it came to his teammates.

Never.

He avoided them like a plague, refusing to be anywhere near them. He still wasn't cleared for any missions until the doctors get to the root of the problem.

The core four wanted to get to the root of the problem of his evasion. So, time to get him out of hiding. Ghost and the others barged into the room, making (Y/N) jostle.

" What the hell?! " (Y/N) yelled out.

" (Y/N), we want to know why you were avoiding us. " Price said sternly.

" I'm most definitely not doing this. At all. " (Y/N) said, ducking out of the room and walking away from his teammates. It was late and the base was deserted so to speak.

" Private! " (Y/N) heard behind him and he sped up. He walked blindly and was shocked when he got outside. It was slightly cold and he shivered slightly.

" Okay private! Please explain yourself for avoiding us. " Price said, the other 3 behind him.

(Y/N) has never felt anxiety like this. It felt like he couldn't breath and there was something else that he couldn't pinpoint it. Price was saying something, but (Y/N) couldn't even comprehend it. All of a sudden, he felt like something was trying to come out.

And something did come out.

The four members watched as (Y/N) turned into a werewolf. They saw a huge werewolf, black as night and with those (E/C), the same eyes that (Y/N) had.

The big wolf whined, shaking. Price took charge and stepped closer. He put his hands up and called him by his name. The wolf listened and Price offered him his hands to sniff.

" Relax soldier. We are going to help you. Now, can you try and switch back? "

The wolf whined in protest and Price assumed that he was too confused to do shift back.

" Whose room is the nearest? "Price asked the rest, who were silent.

" Mine. " Ghost said. Price nodded and turned back to face the wolf.

" (Y/N), you are going to be with Ghost for the night. I don't want anyone seeing you in wolf form. " Price explained, watching as (Y/N) padded over quietly to Ghost. Ghost actually petted him and (Y/N) followed him.

Everyone piled in Ghost's room and (Y/N) jumped on the bed, laying down. Ghost huffed at that, but knew that arguing wouldn't do anything.

" We will meet here in the morning. If he doesn't shift in the morning, we are going to keep him here. "

Everyone nodded and Ghost sat down on the bed. " Now, we are going to leave you two to rest. Good night. " Price said, ushering the other two out. Gaz and Soap said good night and Ghost looked at the big wolf.

" You will need to move a bit. "

(Y/N) shifted on a bed and Ghost laid down. He turned of the lights and said good night to the wolf that just nuzzled his nose closer to Ghost's chest.

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darkdemeter · 6 months

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IN THE HEAT OF HER MOMENT

◤✘WANDA MAXIMOFF SERIES/AU'S | CATALOGUE Wanda Maximoff x GN/Female/Male Werewolf!Reader ☾ PHASES COLLECTION FIRST EDITION 2024, ISSUE NO.#4/8

NOTES ↳ Bit of a mafia au because I just can't escape it, and I wanted to write some more mafia wandawolf. WARNINGS❕ ↳ SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — MxF version pairing — FxF version pairing — unprotected sex — mutual oral receiving — P in V sex — knotting — marking —profanity — pet names: Lamb, Mate, Baby, etc — established relationship — minor depiction of mafia activity — married couple fluff and love — reader is just a softie for Wanda — I think that's it? SUMMARY ↳ Happily married to the woman and mate of your dreams, where else to spend your honeymoon as newlyweds than the stunning resort beaches in the tropical islands. But first, you and Wanda have to take care of some heat.

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IV. What is a mated life but the promise of commitment? A wolf’s life can oftentimes be lonesome and hollow, with no special one to turn to. And it’s far more unlikely that the pairing between two opposites could be so right. With a mate for the wolf to call their own, special needs are required to be met, till death and beyond you cannot part.

If there is one way to describe Wanda, it’s that she’s needy. Perfectly needy. After landing in the tropical retreat of your private island, a treat for your wife, you’d taken swiftly to the villa in order to settle her eagerness to consummate your marriage. Not that this will be the first time you’ve both had sex, far from it. Back in your estate towards the city it wouldn’t be put past you both to have thoroughly broken in every room.

As evidently showing, you both were quite the couple. How Wanda hasn’t mothered several litters by now? Well, your parents and their old schooled tenants decreed that you both be married first before you both go siring a dozen or so pups to grow the family.

Almost a year later after that little sit down, here you are, closing the door to the villa with Mrs. L/N sauntering inside, hands smoothing down the curves of her body and her fitted, white gown.

You’ve barely begun loosening the collar of your shirt when she’s on you, pulling you in by the lapel of your jacket into a heated, passionate kiss, one of many you have already shared and will continue to. Seeking the comforting weight of her in the palms of your hands, you seek out her hips, massaging slowly with a low groan she melds with a moan of her own.

Her heels clatter to the polished floorboard hurriedly, meanwhile, her slender hands comb through your hair, dishevelling its tidiness and down your front, she practically is pawing you to remove your clothing.

“Dammit, Lamb,” you chuckle against her mouth. She slips her tongue past your teeth, tongues wrestling at the behest of her challenge.

“I need you,” she sighs into the kiss breathlessly.

Ring adorned fingers press into her hips firmly at her pleaful cry. “I know, darling. I know.” Your lips move to caress the cute curve of her jawline, taking care with every inch of her precious skin down her neck, she leans into you as she tries to capture your lips once more.

“Sure you don’t want to pay a visit to the beach?”

Shaking her head, she’s pulling you towards the loft’s staircase. “Tomorrow. Right now, I want you.”

“No complaining whatsoever,” you retort with a cheeky wink, following her insistent lead.

She giggles as she begins to race up the stairs with you close at her heel, the ghost of your presence haunting her lovingly, no sooner do you both reach the upper floor do you sweep your wife into your arms and she playfully shrieks in surprise. You hoist her up and spin, her arms encircle around you tightly, your embrace one of comfort and assured strength.

A promise, just as the gold around your fingers, that you’ll be for each other. Protect each other. You meet with another kiss, slower but no less passionate.

The glimmer of gold suits her finger. For you, it’s a precious addition that pales the rest across the bottom of your knuckles.

You carry Wanda over to the empty bed and lay her down, her hair fans around her with a cherishing, silvery-blonde halo she’d dyed before the wedding, and a smile that could warm the coldest days of winter and cure you of any level of anger. Wanda Maximoff has been a very influential figure in your life from day one.

From first meeting her, circumstances unlikely, you’d always felt your chest become alight with a flutter you always dreaded the absence of when she was gone.

And the more she visited, the more you experienced that flutter in your chest that came to bloom throughout your entire body and soul. But also the more her mere visits left a deep and dark burrow of void in your heart. At some point or another - and you were sure it occurred after a bit too much in the indulgence of whiskey and meeting with the Stark and Barnes Families to discuss business - you realise that Wanda is meant to be with you. No matter who else you met, they never gave you that same feeling.

Wanda was your destined mate. As frightful as it was, her rejection had been nothing but a case of anxiety and doubtful, nightmarish thoughts. Because the moment you asked her under the stars and full moon if she’d be your girl, her happy shrieks that filled the entirety of Central Park confirming your deepest wish, you became whole.

She blinks at you. Curiosity fills her beautifully serene and creamy jade hues that glow in the setting sun’s light. “What is it, Wolfie?”

You shake your head at the memories that consume you. You shower her with a toothy grin she cannot help but reciprocate.

“You’re just so beautiful.”

“Kiss me…”

Mouths connecting with a symphony of low groans and purring moans, your bodies meld together, sliding against each other as your hands explore each other, slowly peeling away the layers of formality, discarding them to the floor until the two of you were bare before the other.

FEMALE

She whispers your name across the skin of your neck, hands running over inked landscape, each single mile holding a memory to her, just as you do for her. One hand comes between the two of you to stroke her, tender and affectionately attentive, she curls into you with a pleased whine.

“Yes, Wolf,” she coos softly, “just like that.”

You work her gently at first, soon growing a bit firmer with rubbing, circling her clit that makes her spine arch and her toes curl.

You slide your middle finger into her tight pussy that clenches around it, her heat pulsing that it makes you sigh with a chuckle.

“Baby, you’re soaking.”

She hides her face in the crook of your neck with a pout, mumbling something amidst her pampering of kisses along your shoulder. You bend and curve your finger, in and out, in and out until she pants quietly to the shell of your ear, her nails embedding crescents into the muscle of your shoulders.

She begs you for more, encouraging you that she can take more. Obliging your mate, you slip two more fingers inside and begin to ever so faintly stretch her walls.

She pushes herself into you, soft gasps on the tip of her tongue and entangled in finery of pleasures. You curl your fingers inside her, pushing them further and to the knuckle. Her hands run down your sides, her touch is feathery, taking in every detail that maps your body, every mark, scar and tattooed line until she reaches the small of your back.

“R-right there,” she winces blissfully, hips abrupt in their suddenness to meet your thrusting fingers. Her release a coiling rubber band that’s bound to snap at an instant. As you perform on her, she reaches one of her own hands down, fingertips stroking along your equally sickened folds. “A-ah… hah,” you grin, and so cutely she admits to herself, shyly.

“I want to please my wife as well,” she says with a light tune. Her thumb rolls over your clit smearing the aroused juices of your pussy and your hips jerk again. Her hand cups you and she begins to massage her middle and ring finger against your entrance and then slips them inside, working to match your pace.

Rocking into the motion of the other, the rising of your releases are woven together, her sounds alone to get you off; her fingers only aided with hastefulness.

A series of intermingling moans shatter to the air, breaking the oath of stillness to the flood of your orgasms. You hot breath fans over her face and she smiles wistfully, her chest rising and breasts pushing to yours, the connection bringing a sense of electricity between you.

Her legs wrap around you the moment your fingers slide back inside her cunt, your claws bringing a more daring edge that leaves her utterly breathless in her lungs. “Y-yes! More, more! Just like that.”

Her eyes roll back and her dark lashes flutter erratically, her voice strangled by her moans and her body becomes tense, hips rolling into the thrusts of your fingers before her mouth flies open with a pleasured cry. Barely over the first and already she is taken hold by her second wave.

A moment of pure stillness and then immediate relaxation, her body finds itself floating high in the clouds as the hot, white flash consumes her. Your nose finds the juncture of her neck and your canines graze the delicate spot and she leans her chin to the side, providing more access for your leisure.

“I love you,” she gasps again and again. You answer, voice a husky octave, “I love you too.”

Your teeth break the surface of her skin and she winces, the riding of her high tunes out the sliver of pain, only to find her body unnaturally calmed by you. Your scent becomes stronger to her senses, the aroma of your expensive cologne is drowned out by the natural tranquillity of your natural smell; that of the pine forests, heavily wooded and hidden, the wild valleys of flowers and the crispness of freshly fallen snow.

Everything under her skin is warmed like nothing before. It’s not the same as a coat keeping out the cold, or feeling another’s warm skin against her. It is a feeling that envelops her on the inside like a warm, assuring blanket. A haven that guarantees she’ll be safe.

And then the coolness of stars line her vision. Something bright and full floods her and she thinks she’s floating in the dawning nighttime sky. Her stomach is taken over by a billion flutters.

“How do you feel, Lamb?” you ask and press your forehead to hers. “Breathe for me. That’s it, in and out. Deep and slow… you okay?”

“I feel… amazing.” Her dazed eyes find yours in the darkness that almost hides you completely. Her fingers brush aside the straying locks of hair hanging over your face.

“The best I’ve ever felt.”

“You’re gonna feel like that for quite a while,” you say. Chuckling, you steal a quick kiss from her, rolling over until she lays on top of you, hands holding her hips to you.

“I know this must be a strange question,” she begins hesitantly, but your hum of curiosity nudges her to continue. “Do you have a knot?”

“I do… as a wolf.”

“Then… maybe we could try?”

MALE

“Yes, Wolf,” she coos softly, “just like that.”

You work her gently at first, soon growing a bit firmer with rubbing, circling her clit that makes her spine arch and her toes curl.

You slide your middle finger into her tight pussy that clenches around it, her heat pulsing that it makes you sigh with a chuckle.

“Baby, you’re soaking.”

She begs you for more, encouraging you that she can take more. Obliging your mate, you slip two more fingers inside and begin to ever so faintly stretch her walls, to get her ready to accommodate your cock that now stands hardened between her legs.

As you perform on her, she reaches one of her own hands down, fingertips stroking over your length and your hips jerk. “A-ah… hah,” you grin, and so cutely she admits to herself, shyly.

“I want to please my husband as well,” she says with a light tune. Her thumb rolls over your tip, smearing the beads of precum down the base, your hips jerk again. Her hand wraps around you and begins to massage and carefully tug, working to match your pace.

Rocking into the motion of the other, the rising of your releases are woven together, however before she has a chance to pull your orgasm from you, you stop her with a tut of your tongue. Her eyes shine with that concern, brows furrowing.

“I wanna be inside you for that,” you breathe in reply, “I would like to finally experience that first, if you don’t mind.”

She smiles at you. “Of course.”

Nodding and still grinning, you usher her to her first climax of the honeymoon period. Her eyes roll back and her dark lashes flutter erratically, her voice strangled by her moans and her body becomes tense, hips rolling into the thrusts of your fingers before her mouth flies open with a pleasured cry.

A moment of pure stillness and then immediate relaxation, her body finds itself floating high in the clouds as the hot, white flash consumes her.

“So fucking wet, my little Mate.” Her slickness pools around the knuckles of your fingers, the whisper of her juices gushing from her tight hole as you withdraw paint a beautiful picture. You raise your fingers to your lips and allow your tongue to taste her, a hum of approval as your eyes shimmer in the setting darkness.

“You taste good, Lamb.”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip with a bashful giggle followed by a moan of your name. Your lips part and she can taste herself on your tongue, you steady your weight above her with one hand beside her, the other guides your throbbing cock to her entrance.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.” With her assurance you press your waist forward and with a gasp, she spreads her legs wider as you push inside her. Walls wrapping around you, inch by inch, you succumb to the radiant heat of her cunt around you. For a moment you find yourself still.

Her tongue surrenders to you with the first initiated thrust, lost to the small noise creeping up the back of her throat and you nip her bottom lip playfully. Your cock strikes her, kissing her cervix until she’s chanting your name like a prayer, and you begin to drive more force behind it. Skin meeting against skin in a coursing pattern fills the room, growing louder with each thrust becoming harder and faster, you grunt and groan lowly.

“I love you,” she gasps again and again. You answer, voice a husky octave, “I love you too.”

“Cum inside me. P-please… cum in–side me.”

To hear her talk so desperately sends your wolf brain into overdrive, your canines graze the juncture of her neck and she, accepting of your long-awaited mark, cranes her neck to the side.

“Cum with me, little Lamb. Come on, you can do it,” you pant hotly, “cum for me.”

Her back arches off the bed and your legs wrap over your waist, hugging you closer as her walls clench around you like a vice. A howl passes a suppressed groan in your chest, eyes burning brightly of amber, her orgasm being the last straw for you. Your cock twitches and explodes, releasing your seed to paint her walls as you practically rut into her with mad intent.

And then the coolness of stars line her vision. Something bright and full floods her and she thinks she’s floating in the dawning nighttime sky. Her stomach is taken over by a billion flutters.

You slow the grind of your hips to a pause and pull your teeth away from the mark, thumb wiping over it and her body jolts at the action, a reasonable reaction.

“How do you feel, Lamb?” you ask and press your forehead to hers. “Breathe for me. That’s it, in and out. Deep and slow… you okay?”

“I feel… amazing.” Her dazed eyes find yours in the darkness that almost hides you completely. Her fingers brush aside the straying locks of hair hanging over your face.

“The best I’ve ever felt.”

“You’re gonna feel like that for quite a while,” you say. Chuckling, you steal a quick kiss from her, rolling over until she lays on top of you, hands holding her hips to you; your knot strict in its place inside her pussy.

“So once the knot goes down, I’m thinking we could try…”

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The next morning would have been peaceful. Should have been peaceful. It was your fucking honeymoon after all. However, your phone interrupts the moment at the brink of dawn, the sun painting the sky with vivid pinks, purples and a colourful bow of deep orange.

You groan, hand fumbling aimlessly on the nightstand for the irritating noise. Finding the device, you clench it on your iron grip and raise the voice on the other end to your ear with a less than pleased huff.

“The fuck you want?”

By your side, Wanda stirs. Her eyes peek open, the bare minimum of the sunlight gracing her angelic face, still showering her with comforting darkness, your arm that’s around her assuringly pulls her to your side, herskin melting under the contact with yours.

“Boss,” Sam says with relief, “I know it’s—”

You growl deeply into the speaker, “My honeymoon. So this better be good.”

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tired-biscuit · 8 days

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werewolf roommate knows you weren’t satisfied ENOUGH. like yeah it was fun, yah got off a few times but your brain didn’t absolutely melt and you still have your ability to walk.

cue werewolf roommate knotting you and doing that little mocking thing guys do. “yeah? you needed me to fill your slvtty pvssy?”

idk I’m bad at writing I think you get the vision

- 🥥 anon

i’m just imagining how fucking tense he’d be whenever he’d smell the hormones you’re producing while you’re getting fucked by another dude.

he’s scrolling through his phone, keeping busy, but he can still hear your sighs and panting and oh gosh, the whimpers that he’s almost positive you’re not even attempting to muffle for his sake anymore… they make his cock stir in his pants even if they’re not meant for him, and the scent of you afterwards — despite mixing with a male one — is so intoxicating that it makes him want to shove his head right between your thighs and just inhale. sniff. like a dog that he’s trying so damn hard not to be.

the first couple of times it happens, he’s just grumpy — nothing too bad. he keeps his distance, maybe snips a rude remark or two, goes out for a run to clear his head... but then he starts getting more and more agitated by it; starts getting kind of aggressive and territorial because the urge to cover some other man’s scent — his rival’s — with his own grows impeccably stronger the longer he’s exposed to it, you know?

you make the mistake of stepping into his room while he’s trying to drown everything out one random night, and things get ugly fast. he’s vulnerable, you’re in his space, and his bestial nature has him burning up quick, so he says some really nasty stuff, which leads to a fight, which leads to him somehow pinning you down on his bed as a result.

so now you’ve got an inhumanly strong man on top of you, snarling and baring his teeth, unable to say anything because he simply can’t stop the provoked growl that keeps on rumbling deep in the back of his throat.

great job, roomie!

#biscuit mail #cw monsterfucking #🥥 anon

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Well Met By Moonlight Part 14

Hey all! Because I'm working strictly on Paper Hearts and Sweet Home Indiana exclusively until they're done, I thought I would put out chapters of this, Icarus (metal band), and Never Hold Back Your Step...(boy with a bat book 2) this week to tie you over until I can get back to them.

The poll wanted me to continue this one and Never Hold Back Your Step, so show me how much you love this story. Because people it is going to get juicy good and hella twisty and you really don't want to miss out on that. ;)

This is a very Nancy heavy chapter and as always she comes off very nuanced.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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Steve had two thorns in his side. Tommy Hagan and Murray Bauman. Jonathan had gotten his mom and Hopper to back down by citing actual pack law.

He suspected that Nancy had given him that little tidbit to throw in their faces.

It was nice to have the younger generation on his side. Well, most of it. There was still the matter of Tommy.

But now it was time to let Nancy in on what had been going on in the pack.

“I wish you had come to me sooner,” she huffed after he had explained everything and shown her his proof.

“Would you have come to me if the shoe was on the other foot?” Steve asked sharply.

She folded her arms and looked down at the ground. Steve raised an eyebrow at her and she threw her arms in the air.

“Fine!” Nancy cried, throwing her arms in the air. “I wouldn’t have gone to you, I would have gone to Jonathan first. But at least I would have gone to another pack member instead of a keeper, Steve.”

Steve curled his lip and she took a step backward. “Keepers are bound to a scared trust and while Tommy has broken his, Robin would never.”

“Platonic soulmates, I know, I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “So you keep saying. But she isn’t your female alpha, she isn’t even a werewolf Steve.”

Steve drew himself up to full height and glared at her. “At what has this pack done to show me any loyalty? It goes both ways, Nance and frankly all I’ve gotten since I came back to the pack is suspicion and distrust. Where’s my loyalty, huh? Where is it?”

She looked down at her feet again and sighed. “You weren’t a pack member for ten years, Steve and then you come back, in just a year you’re alpha. Like the rest of us have grown up together. Played together as children and then as puppies when we changed. We know everything about each other, but nothing about you. Then you start to change things and we’re just supposed to take it?”

“Yeah?” he said. “Okay, I’ll walk away. Hopper can take over or hell, give it straight to Murray. He’s the one that wanted it so bad after Hop was taken. See how you fare under his alphaship. If you guys have no loyalty to me, I’ve got none to you.”

He shook his head and walked away.

“Steve!” she cried. “Wait!”

Steve whirled back to face her. “What? You wanted me gone, so I’m leaving.”

“Of course I don’t want you to leave!” she huffed. “God, that wasn’t what I meant at all.”

“No?” he growled. “Because that’s what it fucking sounded like Nancy. What? You think Jonathan would be a better fit?” Nancy didn’t answer but her look said it all. “Because let me tell you, the Byers boys are the best of us, but both are straight up pacifists. They would make for terrible alphas.”

Nancy refused to look at him.

“And besides,” Steve finished with a smug grin, “Jonathan would back me in a fight for alpha, not challenge me and you fucking know it.”

She let out a long sigh. “God, how did you get so smart?”

“I’ve always been, thanks,” he huffed. “School stuff? I’m absolute shit at, but leadership and knowing the right play for the whole team? That comes as naturally to me as breathing. I don’t know it’s all the sports or if I was good at sports because of the natural ability to lead. Either way, there is no adult male in this pack better suited for alphaship and you can’t argue that.”

She looked up and stomped her foot. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“You better get used to it,” Steve said with a wink. “It’s going to happen a lot.”

Nancy clenched her fists and set her jaw. “You are the best leader for the pack as much as it literally pains me to say it, but you have to understand that all we saw was how rich and popular you were in high school. Captain of several teams, friends with Tommy and Carol even though you weren’t pack. King Steve. And then you come back to the pack after high school and the first chance you get you challenge for alpha and fucking win. That fight with Murray was the most brutal fight I’ve ever seen.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “In what way?”

“You don’t fight like a wolf, even in wolf form,” she muttered. “You don’t even fight like an animal most of the time. It’s like... the wolf is only a vessel for you. Instead of being ingrained into your psyche like it is for the rest of us, you are still aware. You fight the way a human would if suddenly given four legs and a tail. It’s frightening to watch.”

He blinked as he thought about the implications of that. “I don’t have the socialization of a wolf pack, so I fight and think differently. That’s why everyone is worried about where I’ll take the pack. Because you think I’ll try to separate you from your wolf.”

Nancy bit her lower lip. “Exactly that.”

Steve nodded and then transformed. “So teach me how to be a wolf.”

She smiled and transformed, too. Maybe they weren’t friends, but they could be allies and Steve was okay with that.

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Nancy had learned a lot that day. About Steve and why he didn’t know how to be a wolf and it was a secret she would take to her grave. She learned that she was only the fourth person ever to know about what really went on at the Franklins. Behind Wayne; who was there; Robin, his best friend; and Eddie, his boyfriend.

And if Steve was to be believed, and she had no reason not to, Wayne had told Eddie, not him.

So she was the second person Steve had personally told and that was a lot of trust he had placed in her.

But it also stirred memories in her mind of the day the pack had been informed that the Harrington’s were dead and that Steve was going to be living with another couple until he came of age.

She had been pretty young herself, but she remembered how Wayne and Hopper had almost come to blows about it.

Hopper had yelled that the pack was as safe as houses and Wayne said the house was a condemned building.

She remembered it because she thought the phrase was hilarious. But regardless there was someone else who was there. Someone who was fighting to keep Steve in the pack, but she couldn’t remember.

Nancy rubbed her forehead between her eyebrows as she thought.

She shook her head.

She had bigger fish to fry. Steve’s threat about banishing those that had threatened his alphaship had stirred up a lot of feelings in the pack that she as female alpha had to try and smooth out.

The pack had only banished two people ever since Hopper had taken over the remains of the shattered Harrington pack after Wayne had torn them to literal pieces.

Just then she heard an argument break out. Josh had been swapped out for Chase and she could hear his raised voice.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Pat?!” Chase hissed. “Joining these flea-bitten mongrels?”

Nancy frowned. Maybe Chase should have come to the compound first, rather than Josh, because it sounded like Chase had been overly influenced by Billy’s style.

“How about not dying?” Patrick snapped back. “Billy wasn’t going to change me and Steve was willing to try. Vampire’s don’t need consent to change you, but werewolves do. And so yeah. I fucking consented. I didn’t want to die.”

“Better dead than a werewolf,” Chase said. “Hanging out with the vamps was fun. But all this is hard work and the stench of rotting meat.”

Nancy reached a point in the woods where she could see them, but they couldn’t see her.

Patrick shook his head. “He saved me twice, Chase. Even Jason is impressed by how respectful Steve had been about the whole thing, especially since we nearly killed him.”

Chase blanched. After those six weeks at the coven, he had forgotten the reason for the whole exchange program in the first place. That they could have been thrown in jail for attempted murder.

He looked down at the ground. “Shit, man. I didn’t mean it like that. Of course you’re grateful to Harrington for saving your ass. It’s just so much has changed in so little time that I loss track of all that...other bullshit.”

Patrick sighed. “I know, it all seems like it’s from another life. But Wayne has said that he’s going to recommend to the DA that we get a year of community service under his eye and it won’t go on our permanent record so we can still go to college.”

“That’s decent of him,” Chase said. “He could have made things really bad for you.”

Patrick shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t think Jason is being genuine. He’s still angry about getting caught by Eddie Munson of all people.”

Chase frowned. The rivalry between Jason and Eddie Munson was the stuff of legends. Jason would bully the Hellfire Club kids, and Eddie would stand on table tops in the cafeteria ranting about basketball players were only good at putting big orange balls in laundry baskets.

It was actually Eddie and not Billy who had stepped in between Chrissy Cunningham and Jason when he found out she was a vampire and not some pure Christian girl who would stay at home once they were married and pump out his babies.

Chrissy could have defended herself considering how strong she was as a vampire, but Eddie had still stepped between them. Chase was sure that if the principal hadn’t walked by just then, that Jason would have decked Eddie.

“Especially now that Eddie is the same supe Chrissy is,” he said slowly.

Patrick nodded. “I worry he’s going to get caught up in something that might get himself killed.”

“Jason is such a bone head,” Chase said shaking his head. “Why did we follow this guy again?”

Patrick threw back his head and laughed. “Because he was captain of the basketball team, dating the head cheerleader, and hot as fuck.”

Chase let out a startled snorted. “Yeah, okay. You’ve got me there.”

They moved away from the clearing and there was a tap on Nancy’s shoulder.

She yelped and whirled around, coming face to face with Murray.

“Jesus!” she hissed, putting her hand on her chest as she fought to catch her breath.

“You shouldn’t be eavesdropping on people,” he said with a smarmy smile.

She returned his smile with a tight lipped version of her own. “Well, you would only know I was eavesdropping, if you were doing the same thing. A bit pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?”

He tilted his head and regarded her with interest. “I can see why Steve would chose you as his alpha female. So smart. Just don’t go digging holes you can’t jump out of.”

He slipped into the shadows of the woods and she felt a shiver down her spine.

She had been so wrapped up in the drama with Steve that she had neglected her duties as alpha female.

Well that changed today. She would get to the bottom of this and give Steve her full support. Like a proper female alpha.

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got totally blindsided by a whole fucking beautiful chapter on IRL a/b/o pack dynamics in a sociological nonfiction nyt bestseller book I was reading

EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU, ISABEL WILKERSON FOR INCLUDING THIS CHAPTER IN CASTE (great and challenging read btw, highly recommend) i am also honestly like why is there a whole chapter dedicated to this is she secretly an A/B/O fan LMAO

a few choice quotes for all my fellow a/b/o fiends out there:

"True alphas, the behaviorist told me, are fearless protectors against outside incursions, but they rarely have to assert themselves within the pack, rarely have to act with aggression, bark orders, or use physical means of control." speak softly carry big dstick vibes

"True alphas command authority through their calm oversight of those who depend upon them. They establish their rank early in life and communicate through ancient signals their inner strength and stewardship, assert their power only when necessary. An alpha generally eats first, decides when and who will eat afterward, inspires trust through firm shepherding for the safety and well-being of the pack."

"An alpha is not necessarily the biggest or fastest but usually the innately self-assured one who can chastise a pack member with a mere look or low voice. A true alpha wields quiet power judiciously apportioned."

"You know that you are not seeing a true alpha, or, put another way, you have encountered an insecure alpha, if he or she must yell, scream, bully, or attack those beneath them into submission. That individual does not have the loyalty and trust of the pack and endangers the entire group through his or her insecurities, through his or her show of fear and lack of courage."

"We owe our misperceptions about alpha behavior to studies of large groupings of wolves placed into captivity and forced to fight for dominance or to cower into submission. In nature, wolf packs are more likely to consist of extended family systems, packs of between five and fifteen wolves, led by an alpha male and an alpha female, whom the pack trust and has reason to trust for the survival of them all." ok let me interject here to briefly proclaim *clears throat* ALPHA FEMALE SUPREMACYYYY

"The main characteristic of an alpha male wolf is a quiet confidence, quiet self-assurance...you know what's best for your pack. You lead by example. You're very comfortable with that. You have a calming effect."

"At the bottom of the hierarchy is the omega, the underdog, the lowest-ranking wolf, arising from natural personality traits in relation to others in the pack. The omega generally eats last and serves as a kind of court jester who acts as an escape valve, often picked on by other wolves. He bears the brunt of the tensions they face in the wild, where they are subject to attack from predators or from rival packs and during lean times in the hunt for prey."

"The omega acts as a kind of social glue, allowing frustration to be vented without actual acts of war...the omega is so critical to the pack structure that when a pack loses its omega, it enters into a long period of mourning, where the entire pack stops hunting and just lays around looking miserable, as if there were no longer a reason to go on. The loss of an omega can threaten social cohesion and put the entire pack at risk. Depending on the composition of the pack, an omega might not be easily replaced. The new omega would mean a demotion for one of the lower to mid-level pack members. Either way, the pack is destabilized. After all, these roles are not artificially assigned based upon what an individual wolf looks like, as with certain other species, but emerge as a consequence of internal personality traits that surface naturally in the forming of a pack."

tagging my fellow a/b/o + werewolf au fans/moots/beloveds:

@obsidiangravity @the-californicationist @ghostgorlsworld @http-paprika @deadbranch

@gemmahale @frogchiro @yeyinde @ghouljams @shotmrmiller

(i bless you all with enough inspo and hcs and fic ideas to rival loads of rut/heat-induced knotti-)

anyway, HAPPY JULY FOLKS WHAT A GREAT WAY TO START THIS MONTH

#madstrothought #a/b/o dynamics #caste by isabel wilkerson #isabel wilkerson #alphas #omegas #wolf packs

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The Library of Illusion — Arachnophobia

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➮ jorogumo!Wooyoung × sub!Reader wc: 8.1k summary: Deep in the Horror Section, Y/N finds herself descending into a dark cave where she meets a man who is not what he seems. genres/themes/au: angst, smut; fantasy, horror; non idol au, jorogumo!Wooyoung warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, CW: SPIDERS & SPIDER CREATURE!WOOYOUNG, graphic body horror, mentions of blood and viscera, sexual content (18+ mdni), smut tags under the cut! ‼️IF YOU ARE SEVERELY ARACHNOPHOBIC, DO NOT READ THIS‼️

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a/n: this was interesting to write and I knew from the get-go I wanted to make Wooyoung a monster. I almost made him a werewolf but changed it to a jorogumo. Traditionally, jorogumo are female spiders that change into beautiful women but male spiders do exist so I thought maybe that might a cool idea and make a male jorogumo. I hope you enjoyed this part and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (use protection, especially if you're gonna bone a huge man-spider creature lmao), rope (web) bondage, monster genitalia, dirty talk, slight brat!Reader (it lasts for like .2 seconds lol), marking (f receiving), creampie/slight breeding kink (you have to squint for the last one tho), use of pet names (only sweetheart and darling one time but it's not entirely endearing) and i think that's everything but of course let me know if I missed anything!

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“How was your trip?” Seonghwa asked, clearly amused as you reached the desk and glared at him. “Don’t even ask,” you growled to which he merely chuckled.

“I trust you were successful?”

You raised your hand, opening it and letting the key fall to the desk with a metallic thud. Seonghwa’s eyes shifted from your face to look down at the key before a polite smile crossed his features. “Excellent,” he simply said, looking back up to meet your gaze.

“Where would you like to visit next?” He asked, getting up so effortlessly from the desk. You watched as he started to pace, circling you almost like a predator would circle his prey. “Only you can choose your next destination.

You turned to look around the room, noticing how the sign over the Science Fiction section had faded and all life from beyond the door disappeared, leaving nothing but blackness.

You tore your gaze from the door and peered around the others until your eyes landed on one. ‘Might as well get this over with,’ you told yourself as you turned to Seonghwa. “That one.”

Seonghwa followed your outstretched hand, pointing to the next entry in your story. As he read the sign he couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement.

“The Horror Section,” he said softly as he turned to his desk, grabbing his key and leading you over to the door.

You watched as he unlocked the door and turned the old handle, ignoring the way it creaked and squeaked. He pushed the door open before turning to look at you. “Here you are,” he said, gesturing to the now open door.

Taking a deep breath, you took a cautious step into the hall. “Be wary of monsters,” Seonghwa warned as you stopped just past the door and turned to look at him. “Monsters?” You asked softly. He nodded.

“Yes, but sometimes they don’t look like monsters,” he added. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “What do they look like?” You whispered, eyes watching as he slowly closed the door until just his face peered in at you.

“Like you and me.”

And with that the door shut with a click, no doubt locked behind you.

“Is he always going to be so cryptic?”

You turned away and stared ahead. All you could see were the shelves on either side of you, even your flashlight did nothing to illuminate the black void that lay ahead of you.

Deciding it was much too late to turn back, you did the only thing you could and continued forward.

Each step on the creaky wooden floor echoed in the hall as your eyes darted around, searching for anything that would tell you where to look for the next key.

As you continued, the creaking of the wood was replaced with the tap of your boots against rock and you glanced down to see the wooden floor was now nothing but a rock and stone covered in dirt.

You glanced behind you where you could still see the door leading into the lobby and the wooden shelves full of books. ‘Just like the science fiction section,’ you noted internally before continuing down the tunnel and further into what appeared to be a cave system.

As you stepped down a small dip in the floor, the sound of rock scraping behind you caused you to freeze and turn slowly.

Behind you the tunnel had disappeared, a wall of rock now separating you from the only exit. “Great,” you murmured before turning back around and looking into the dark passage ahead.

You pulled out your flashlight and turned it on, the beam illuminating a small portion of the path in front of you.

Casting the light around gave you the chance to see the whole tunnel from side to side before you started walking forward, keeping your eyes open and ears straining to hear even the slightest shift.

You had only walked a few meters ahead when a rustling echoed through the passage. You froze in your steps, gripping the handle of your flashlight tighter as you braced yourself. The rustling faded just as quickly as it started but you saw nothing. ‘Maybe it’s just bats?’ You took a deep breath before continuing forward.

‘Yeah,’ you told yourself. ‘Just bats.’

Your feet carried you through the cave, footsteps echoing lightly as you moved. You kept your head and flashlight on a swivel, glancing around often to make sure nothing jumped out at you from the darkness.

You wondered just what could be down here, waiting for you.

This was the horror section after all.

Your mind wandered to all the horror movies you’d seen in your youth, especially the ones that took place in a cave. A shiver ran up your spine as you envisioned savage beasts that might be lying in wait to ambush you and eat your innards.

“Get a grip,” you whispered to yourself. “It can’t be that bad, can it?”

No sooner did the words leave your lips that another sound reached your ears. It was like the rustling from before but there was something else to it. Almost a like a hissing sound. You froze yet again and looked around, glancing towards the cave ceiling. You expected to see bats but what you saw was much worse.

Spiders.

Hundreds of thousands of spiders were crawling all over the ceiling. As soon as the light hit them, they scattered around, avoiding the beam. It was like a steady stream of spiders all crawling in one direction and away from the way you were heading.

Your heartbeat quickened, palms growing clammy as you watched the spectacle.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you whispered before turning your light away from the spiders and continued further into the cave.

As you went, webbing started to appear, growing thicker the deeper you went. Something in the air shifted and the temperature dropped, sending chills down your spine and bumps forming on your skin. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end but you persevered.

You tried not to imagine what the spiders would be moving away from as you reached a large open cavern. The ceiling extended upwards, reaching maybe twenty feet. Thick stalactite grew from the chamber ceiling, pointing down at you from above. Large rocky formations blocked your view of the room, forcing you to walk around them.

You continued to walk, ducking under thick white strands of webbing as you delved deeper and deeper into the cavern.

As you rounded one of the many tall rocks, your eyes landed on something in the darkness, lying on the ground. You shined your light in the direction and let out a gasp, eyes widening.

Lying about ten feet from where you stood was a man.

He was lying on his side, his back facing you. You cleared your throat before whispering out to him.

“H-hello?”

Your whisper echoed around the cave and you glanced around quickly.

Since entering the chamber, the rustling had stopped. The spiders were far behind you now.

You quickly made your way over to the man and leaned over, hoping to catch sight of his face. Small bits of web adorned his clothes and hair. You knelt down, reaching a hand out slowly until it made contact with his shoulder.

“Sir?” you whispered, giving him a gentle shake. When he didn’t stir, you carefully pulled his shoulder towards you, rolling him onto his back.

His head lolled as he landed, eyes still shut. You leaned over, listening for any breathing and felt relief wash over you as you heard steady deep breaths coming from him. He was alive, just unconscious.

Sitting back up straight, you reached forward, hesitating momentarily before you pushed his black hair from his forehead and felt his skin. He was warm to the touch but not feverish. You continued to look over him until he made a small noise.

You pulled back quickly, watching as his face screwed up as he came to. His brow furrowed as he started to open his eyes. You scooted back, keeping the light trained on him as he slowly woke up.

As soon as his eyes opened, he started to look around, turning his head before his eyes landed on you. He raised his hand to shield his eyes. “Yo,” he croaked. “Stop shining that shit on me. I can’t fuckin’ see.”

You lowered the light, pointing at the ground instead. “Thank you,” he said as he lowered his hand and looked around again as he sat up carefully.

“Who are you?” you asked before you could stop yourself. He turned to look at you, squinting as if he couldn’t see past the bright light of your flashlight.

“Wooyoung,” he answered simply before nodding in your direction. “Who’re you?”

You hesitated before answering him.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

He nodded slowly before slowly shifting and getting to his feet, you following suit but keeping the flashlight trained on his chest.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as Wooyoung looked around the cavern. He turned, looking at his surroundings before facing you again.

“I—” he hesitated, clearing his throat. “I don’t remember.”

Silence fell over you as he looked around and you studied him.

‘Maybe he’s the guardian?’ You wondered to yourself.

“Where are we?” he whispered, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

‘There went that idea.’

“Are you hurt?” you asked, drawing his attention. You raised the light to his face to which he immediately shielded his eyes. “Will you stop blinding me?” he grumbled exasperatedly.

You lowered the light with a soft apology. “Are you hurt?” you asked again.

He looked down at himself, looking over his extremities. “I don’t think so,” he replied, looking at his hands. He went to take a step and let out a whimper.

His ankle seemed to give out on him and he crumpled. You rushed forward, catching him with a groan as you tried to keep him from hitting the rocky floor.

You helped him back up, trying to help him balance as he looked up at you and let out an unsteady chuckle. “I guess I was wrong,” he admitted. You rolled your eyes before telling him to hold still and knelt down to look at his ankle. Handing the flashlight to him, you instructed him to hold it steady so you could see what you were doing.

You carefully rolled his pant leg up to expose the ankle and saw how bruised it was. “Holy shit,” you breathed. “How bad is it?” Wooyoung asked. You glanced up at him and then back down.

“How long have you been unconscious?” You asked, carefully prodding at the spot, taking note of how he winced and whimpered in pain.

“No idea,” he answered. “I don’t even know what day or time it is.”

You looked back up at him. “It’s…” you started as you checked your watch but trailed off when you noticed the hands weren’t moving. Not even the second hand.

“What the hell?” you whispered, bringing the device up to listen for the ticking but heard nothing. Wooyoung watched as you did this, keeping the light fixed on his foot.

“What is it?” he asked as you tapped the face of your watch. “It’s stopped working,” you answered. “This is brand new!”

You were starting to sound annoyed and exasperated before sighing in defeat. “Last I checked, it was ten in the morning on June eighth. Thursday,” you said as you went back to inspecting his ankle.

Wooyoung looked lost in thought when you glanced back up at him.

“That means I’ve been out for… a whole day?”

Your eyes widened, brows raising at his admission. “How long have you been down here?” you asked as you removed your pack and started to sift through it, looking for a bandage. “A week? No, two weeks,” he answered.

“My friends and I came—” he suddenly gasped, making you jump as you looked up quickly. “My friends!” he all but shouted. You shushed him quickly, glancing around. “Not so loud,” you replied, reaching back into your pack and pulling out the bandage you were looking for.

“I’m going to wrap your foot,” you announced as you carefully undid his shoe and pulled it off along with his sock. His entire foot was bruised, dark inky splotches covering his tanned skin tone. “This looks really bad,” you admitted as you looked over it. “Keep your foot straight,” you instructed as you started to wrap it carefully.

Wooyoung grimaced, wincing only a couple times as you wrapped his foot with as much expertise as you could before pulling his sock back on and easing his foot back into his shoe. “I’m not gonna tie this super tight,” you explained as you redid the laces on his shoes. “We just want it secure and not falling off.”

Wooyoung let you work, keeping the light pointed so you could see.

You finished tying his shoe on and let him place his foot back on the ground. He kept one hand on your shoulder as he slowly put his weight on his foot and winced but thankfully kept his balance.

“It hurts still,” he admitted. “But it feels steadier.”

You smiled up at him before packing your bag back up and slinging the strap over your shoulder.

You stood up, taking the flashlight from him and shining it around.

“So,” you said as you looked around. “Any idea on how to get out of here?”

You turned to look at Wooyoung who shook his head.

“Not really,” he answered before glancing around himself. “Just pick a direction and go?”

You nodded, shifting your backpack and putting your arm through the other strap.

“Can you walk?” you asked, turning to look at Wooyoung who took a shaky step forward. “Kind of,” he admitted. You switched your flashlight to the other hand and stepped forward. “You can put your arm around my neck,” you said. “I’ll help you.”

It was awkward, being this close to a man you just met but you’d already been fucked by an alien in the previous section so this was comparatively tame.

You helped support Wooyoung as the two of you continued further into the cavern, hoping to find some kind of exit or something.

“You’re awfully nice,” Wooyoung noted as the two of you stopped to let him rest. You were looking around, shining the light around the rock walls, trying to find an opening somewhere.

“I don’t think I know anyone who would help a stranger they found in a cave.”

You looked over your shoulder at him leaning against the rock wall opposite you.

You offered a kind smile. “I guess I’m just a big softie,” you answered, turning back around to look at the wall before you, not noticing the way Wooyoung’s smile fell, a serious expression taking over.

“That’s not always a good thing,” he replied softly.

You noticed the shift in his tone.

Turning back, you were met by his kind smile. “Some people might take advantage of your kindness,” he added. You chuckled. “Yeah,” you answered. “They usually do.” You walked back over to him. “I don’t think we’re gonna find anything here,” you explained. “Let’s keep going then,” Wooyoung replied.

You nodded as he stood back up, slinging an arm over your shoulder as your arm went around his waist and the two of you continued further until you reached a slim opening between the walls of the passage.

“You go first,” you offered but Wooyoung shook his head. “No, you go first. That way if I fall on the other side, you can catch me.” You let out a soft laugh.

“We’ve only known each other for about twenty minutes and you’re already admitting to falling for me?” You joked. A smile spread across Wooyoung’s face. “What can I say?” he asked with a shrug as he leaned against the rocks for support while you approached the narrow gap.

“I’m a sucker for a pretty girl,” he added with a wink. You rolled your eyes and turned to the side, starting to shimmy your way through the opening. It was fairly easy, even with your pack and soon you were on the other side.

You turned back to the gap. “Alright,” you called. “I’m through!”

Wooyoung didn’t answer. You peered through the rocks and saw him looking back behind him. “Wooyoung?” you called.

He turned his head slowly to look at you.

“Did you hear that?” he asked softly.

You shook your head, confusion taking over your expression as he turned his head back to look behind him. His eyes were wide when he looked back at you.

“You need to get out of here,” he said quickly. Now you were not only confused but also concerned. “Wooyoung, what are—”

“Go!” he shouted. “Get out of here! It’s not safe!”

Over the echo of his voice you heard another sound. The rustling was back.

“The spiders,” you whispered. “Wooyoung,” you said, drawing his attention. “Hurry up, come through the gap and we’ll leave together!”

He shook his head. “It’s too late,” he answered. “If you don’t go now, they’ll catch up to you too!”

You shined the light through the gap and noticed a thick wall closing in behind Wooyoung. Your throat constricted, tongue feeling dry as your stomach churned. “Come on, Wooyoung!” You yelled, stepping forward.

“I told you to run!”

The fear in his voice was audible. The panic on his face sent shivers throughout your entire body, chills working up your spine. It felt as if the spiders were on you. “Go,” he said softly as the wave of arachnids swept rapidly towards him.

“We can make it,” you urged, your eyes burning with unshed tears that started to blur your vision. You didn’t want to be alone again. He shook his head.

“It’s too late for me.”

You took several steps back as the blackness reached Wooyoung, tripping over a large broken bit of stalagmite and falling back, the flashlight flying from your hand as Wooyoung let out a shrill scream and the blackness swept him away.

You scrambled up, grabbing the light and shining it through the opening to find it empty.

“Wooyoung!” you screamed. The rustling and chittering started back up and you saw no other option but to turn tail and run. You scrambled over the rocky floor hastily as you headed for the only opening you saw.

Feet pounded the cavern floor as you sprinted through another passage, trying to use your flashlight to light your path. You heard another scream in the distance, echoing against the walls. You didn’t stop until you reached another room, tripping over another broken stalagmite.

You fell, the flashlight flying from your hand once more and clattering across the rocky floor as you fell hard, scraping your knees.

“Fuck!” You cursed, dust billowing from your breath as you shakily pushed yourself up, rolling over to assess the damage to your knees. Without the flashlight you couldn’t see much. Glancing around, you spotted it lying a few feet from you, pointing to an opening in the rock.

“Shit,” you hissed as you carefully got up and walked over, hands shaking as you neared the flashlight and leaned over to pick it up while dusting yourself off.

You shined the beam at your knees, clicking your tongue when you noticed light scrapes with minimal blood. “It could have been worse, I guess,” you whispered as you stood up straight.

You heard a soft scraping on the rock in front of you and snapped your head up to look forward. The gap before you was black and narrow. You could hear a soft breeze whistling as it blew through the gap.

Slowly, you raised the flashlight to shine into the opening.

Straining your ears, you heard the sound of pebbles crunching and the rustling from before only this time, much faster. It was approaching you rapidly.

You turned to continue running but ran straight into something.

Or rather, someone.

You shined the light up and exclaimed in shock and relief at Wooyoung standing before you.

“Oh my god! You’re alive!” you sobbed pulling him into a hug.

His arms went around you instinctively.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” you said, pulling back to look at him. He nodded, following your lead as you pulled him along. “I thought you were dead,” you said as you helped him over a rocky hurdle. He shook his head.

“I thought I was too,” he admitted.

You continued through the passage until it opened up into a large chamber.

You gasped, looking around. “We’ve gone in a circle,” you said softly as you looked around. Wooyoung leaned against one of the large rock formations as you looked around for another passage.

“Fuck!” You cursed angrily, kicking a small rock as Wooyoung’s hands went to his abdomen.

“I don’t feel so good, Y/N,” Wooyoung said, his voice sounding strained.

You turned around to shine the light on him. He looked like he was about to be sick. “Let’s keep moving,” you said, moving to help him up.

You’d only taken a couple steps when Wooyoung screamed out in pain, doubling over as he clutched his stomach. You tried to ask him what the matter was but he only continued to groan and scream as he dropped to his knees.

You knelt by his side, one hand on his back. “Wooyoung, what’s wrong?”

“Get back,” Wooyoung warned. You leaned over, trying to get a look at his face only for him to push you away with much force than you expected. The flashlight tumbled from your hand, rolling away as the beam danced across the rock.

Wooyoung’s groans of pain morphed into deep growling as his body jerked violently. You tried to scoot away, kicking up dust as you watched in abject horror as Wooyoung writhed before you.

His screams turned primal as you heard what sounded like his bones breaking.

“Wooyoung!” you cried out as his body jerked violently, a loud ripping sound echoed around the cavern.

There was a sharp snapping and you screamed as Wooyoung’s back burst open forcefully, blood splattering the wall, the ground, and you. His screaming stopped almost instantly, and your ears were left ringing as long appendages unfurled from Wooyoung’s back.

You watched in terror, covered in his blood as the appendages, all eight of them, moved. Sharp cracking like knuckles rang around the chamber as the tips of the limbs reached towards the ground.

Clicking and rustling, much louder than before, sounded as Wooyoung’s lifeless body slowly raised off the ground.

Your eyes widened in fear, stomach churning and heart racing as the lower half of Wooyoung’s body detached and slumped to the ground, viscera spilling over the rock and staining it. The creature before you paused, blood dripping from its body.

You leaned forward slightly as you saw Wooyoung’s head twitch.

‘How the hell is he still alive?’

Wooyoung’s head slowly raised up before looking around, settling on your form.

“Wooyoung?” You whispered, gasping as the eight limbs moved simultaneously, turning to face you. Your breathing grew ragged as you realized what you were looking at. Wooyoung wasn’t dead. He wasn’t killed by this creature.

He was the creature.

“Wooyoung,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you looked at him, taking in the ripped clothing still hanging from his frame. His blank expression shifted, a menacing smile spreading across his face as he advanced on you sitting helpessly backed against the cavern wall.

You tried to press back further against the wall, trying to escape him and his wicked smile. Staring up at the creature, you realized the man was gone, well at least the lower half was.

Before you was only half of Wooyoung. From the head down to the torso was human, the tanned skin blending into the blackish purple of his carapace.

Your eyes took in the strong eight legs as he raised far above you, towering over your meek frame. “Stupid, foolish, human,” he said, his voice taking on an echo-y sound, like it was more than one person speaking at once.

“You should have run while you had the chance.”

Your heart hammering in your chest, you darted forward, ducking under his purplish black spider-like body and between the four sets of legs as you scrambled past him and towards what you hoped was the exit. You could hear the head thud of his feet, all eight of them against the rocky cavern floor as he gave chase.

You ducked around and between the rock formations that appeared in your path, trying to lose him as you wound around turn after turn.

You could hear the chittering and rustling of his legs as he followed you the best he could.

Glancing over your shoulder, you could see you’d lost sight of him and quickly ducked behind a rocky outcrop, covering your mouth to mask your breathing as you listened.

The chittering grew closer and closer until it stopped not far from where you were hiding. Resisting the urge to peek, you kept still and as quiet as you could, listening to the clicking of Wooyoung’s feet against the cave floor.

“Hiding won’t do any good, Y/N,” you heard him say, his voice echoing around the cavern. “I can smell you.”

Your heart pounded against your rib cage as you tried to force yourself to calm down. ‘He’s bluffing. There’s no way.’

The clicking grew closer and closer until you managed to catch sight of Wooyoung strolling past your hiding place. “I can smell your fear,” he continued, glancing around slowly, scanning the cave for any sight of you. “And let me tell you,” he continued.

“It smells delicious.”

Leaning back as far as you could into the shadows, you hoped he wouldn’t be able to see or sense your presence. As you leaned back, you were hit with a gentle breeze from the darkness behind you and turned your head to look further into the opening in the wall. A distance and dim light flickered at you.

You glanced back at Wooyoung who was continuing down the cave tunnel, still searching for you. Knowing he’d heard any sound you made at that moment, you decided to hold out for just a bit longer until you could safely scramble up and shimmy your way through the narrow opening.

You were so focused on formulating the plan that you failed to notice Wooyoung was slowly making his way back down the corridor. Your stomach dropped as he came back into view and you got a full view of his imposing stature.

‘It’s now or never,’ you told yourself as you glanced back to the flickering light in the distance. You waited until Wooyoung was facing the other direction before scrambling up. You ignored the sound of his laughter as you started to squeeze between the rock only to feel a hand wrap around your ankle.

You let out a scream as you felt Wooyoung tug on your leg, trying to pull you out of your hiding place. “I like it when you fight,” he chuckled, his strength coming to his advantage as he started to pull you from the sliver.

Your fingers dug into the dirt, trying to claw and grab at something to stop your path but you found nothing. Your screams echoed around the cavern as Wooyoung pulled you out of the dark and rolled you onto your back. As quickly as you could, you kicked your free foot, making contact with his jaw and knocking him back.

With him being stunned momentarily, you were able to scramble back up and squeeze back into the gap, soon squeezing out of his reach and further into the wall. “There’s no way out, Y/N,” he called, in a singsong voice, the sound echoing after you.

“I’ll find you eventually.”

You rushed yourself, squeezing between the gap in the rocks until you finally came out into a small room. There was a skeleton with remnants of clothing, an old tattered bag, a lantern, and a journal. You dropped to your knees and started sifting through the bag, hoping to find some sort of weapon.

You found a small knife and whispered a thanks to the dead traveler as you unsheathed it and looked it over. The handle was old and covered in dust but the blade was shiny and still very sharp. ‘This could come in handy.’

You replaced the sheath and stuck the knife in your pocket before searching through the rest of the bag. Most of it was old food rations, stale and molded. You threw the bag aside and picked up the journal, carefully opening the cover to read the contents.

The first entry spoke of an expedition into the cave system, hoping to find gold or some other rare mineral. The next entry of note was about a cave-in that left the miners trapped and forced them deeper into the caves to find a way out. The next entry spoke of a strange sound the miners heard and how one of the miners went missing.

With each passage, the entries became more sporadic, desperate, and unhinged until the last page was covered in splatters of blood and ink. You tossed the book aside, breathing heavily as you stared at the bloodstained pages.

As you tried to compose yourself, dust and small bits of rock fell from above you. Slowly, you glanced up to find a large round opening in the rocky ceiling. The blackness above you was haunting as more dust and pebbles fell onto your lap.

Before you had a chance to move, from the darkness a hand extended, fingers tangling into your hair and yanking you up to your feet, a yelp of pain escaping your lips.

You watched in horror as Wooyoung slowly descended from the black void, a terrifying smile etched on his face. “I told you I’d find you eventually,” he said with a dark amused tone. His grip on your hair tightened as he held you up, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes.

“What do you want?” You whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. “I told you before I’m hungry,” he answered, glancing briefly at the corpse on the ground by the lantern. “It’s been some time since a human wandered into my caves.”

Your eyes filled with unshed tears, breathing quickening. Wooyoung noticed and moved his free hand to wrap around your throat. “Oh, crying won’t get you anywhere, sweetheart,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. “But don’t worry,” he continued.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said as leaned in, face inches from yours.

“I don’t kill everyone.”

You glanced at the skeleton before looking back up to meet his gaze. “Why him?” You asked, clearly referencing the dead man. Wooyoung’s eyes darted to the lifeless skeleton before looking back.

“Because he’s a man,” he answered.

You narrowed your eyes at the monstrous creature.

“And that’s why you killed him?” Wooyoung nodded slowly.

“I had no use for him,” he answered, leaning in, sniffing your skin.

“The fear coming from you is so potent,” he added. “It’s making me hungry.”

You whimpered, fingers wrapping around his wrist as he lifted you off the ground, your feet dangling. “Don’t eat me, please,” you squeaked. Wooyoung laughed in your ear. “Oh, I don’t want to eat you,” he answered.

“I don’t eat females,” he added. “I have a much better use for you.”

You opened your mouth to respond but were unable to do so as the hand in your hair pulled, tilting your head to the side and exposing part of your neck to him and just as quickly, you felt a sharp pain in your neck as he sank his teeth into your skin.

You struggled against him, trying to kick at him as your vision blurred.

“Keep fighting, darling,” he teased. “It’ll just speed up the process.”

“What p-process?” You slurred, feeling dizzy, your grip on his wrist slacking.

“The more you move and struggle, the faster my venom will spread through your tiny human body,” he answered, whispering in your ear.

“But don’t worry,” he added. “It won’t kill you. It’ll just knock you out for a while.”

“No,” you murmured feebly as your strength left you, your extremities starting to feel the effects, the tips of your fingers and toes going numb. “Stop.”

Wooyoung chuckled in your ear as your eyes started to slide shut and everything went black. “See you in a few hours, Y/N.”

When you came to, your eyes snapped open but failed to adjust to the darkness around you at first. You tried to move but found your limbs were locked in position. You tried to roll over but you couldn’t move.

Slowly, your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you and you could see you were suspended in the air at least ten feet off the cavern floor.

“What the fuck?” You whispered, struggling to move your hands. Your wrists were bound in some sort of white rope. The same rope was wrapped around your ankles, midsection and even some of it was around your neck, keeping you firmly immobilized.

“What the fuck is this?!”

Your voice echoed around the rock and you knew there was no way that Wooyoung hadn’t heard you. As if summoned, you heard the clicking as he started to approach. You watched as he rounded a large rock formation and came into view. He looked at you, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said teasingly as he slowly advanced. “Aren’t you a vision,” he added, walking around your form and eyeing you up.

“What a precarious position you’ve found yourself in,” he continued as he rounded to face you again. “You put me in this position,” you growled, glaring at him. He chuckled, reaching a hand up to cup his own cheek.

“You flatter me,” he said with feign embarrassment.

“Let me down!” You demanded but Wooyoung’s playful demeanor dropped. “And if I refuse?” he asked, taking a couple steps forward. Your eyes fell on a flash of something around his neck and you realized it was the key.

How had you not seen it before?

Wooyoung tilted his head, watching you before glancing down and seeing what had caught your attention. “Oh? This is what you came for, isn’t it?” He asked, looking back up to meet your gaze.

“You want this?” He asked.

You nodded, struggling against the bonds.

Wooyoung pulled the string off and held it out. “Go on then,” he smirked. “Take it.”

You struggled against the white ropes and growled in defeat when you couldn’t break it, nor make it budge.

You let out a defeated sigh, head hanging. “I can’t,” you whispered.

Wooyoung smirked as he watched your resolve crumble. “Of course not.”

You raised your head to glare at him. He laughed again as he replaced the string around his neck, the metal of the key resting against his chest.

“Tell you what,” he started, looking back up. “I’ll give you this key if you do something for me.”

You narrowed your eyes, wondering just what you could possibly do for him.

“And what is that?” you asked suspiciously. Wooyoung started to circle you again, ducking his head as he passed under the thick white ropes.

“I told you before, I don’t eat females that wander into my cave,” he started. “Only the men.” You nodded as he passed behind you, feeling a chill run up your spin as you felt the tips of his fingers graze the back of your calf muscle.

“There’s a reason for that,” he continued.

“I know,” you answered. “The men don’t have a purpose.”

Wooyoung chuckled, amused that you paid attention. “Precisely.”

“And the women do?” you asked as his fingertips continued to dance over your skin, moving up the back of your leg until he took a firm grip of the back of your thigh. “They do,” he answered, giving your thigh a firm squeeze before his hand continued up, running over the material of your khaki shorts.

“You know,” he said as his hand moved over your ass. “You should have hidden this better,” he continued, reaching into your pocket and removing the small knife you’d taken from the tattered bag earlier.

“Maybe then I wouldn’t have found it so easily,” he added, tossing it aside, the knife landing with a dull thud as it hit the rocky floor.

You struggled against your bonds as his hand continued up your backside, moving around to your hip. “What do you want with me?” You whispered as his other hand moved up your stomach, stopping just under your chest.

“I have a strange interest in human women,” Wooyoung answered. “My own kind have often ridiculed me for it and even going so far as to ostracize me for it.”

You swallowed the knot that had formed in your throat. “What kind of interest?”

Wooyoung chuckled unceremoniously as his hands made quick work of the bonds holding your ankle, cutting through the rope like it was nothing. Like it was made of—

“Wait,” you gasped as the realization dawned on you. “Is this spider web?!”

Wooyoung laughed. “Took you long enough but even then, most don’t ever figure it out,” he answered. “You’re a smart one, Y/N.”

You glanced back at him from behind you. “What kind of interest do you have in human women?” you asked, trying to gauge his reaction. He looked up from your backside, eyes meeting yours in a heated gaze.

“A sexual one.”

Your stomach dropped at the implications of his words at the same time a heat rushed to your core. ‘A sexual interest?’

“What does that mean? Like you want to study the human body?”

Wooyoung chuckled again, shaking his head. “I think you know exactly what it means, sweetheart,” he answered.

Your heart hammered in your chest.

“You want to…” you trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“I want to mate with them,” he finished the sentence for you.

Your cheeks burned, heat flooding your core and rushing between your thighs.

Wooyoung let out a soft laugh. “You’re a strange one,” he said softly, hands moving down to your thighs. “I mention sex one time and your scent changes.”

Your face flushed with heat, realizing he could smell your arousal.

“First you reeked of fear and now? Nothing but arousal,” he noted, leaning in to sniff again. “Seems I’m not the only one interested in cross species breeding,” he continued.

You felt his hands withdraw from your body and twisted to try and get a look at him but he was no longer behind you. You heard a scuttling and turned back around to find him in front of you, face inches from yours.

“So how about it?” he asked, tilting his head.

“I’ll even give you this key if you let me have my way with you.”

You gulped, staring back at him looking between his black eyes.

After a moment, you slowly nodded. “But,” you added. “Leave my ass alone.”

Wooyoung laughed loudly.

“Deal,” he answered, moving quickly behind you.

You felt his hands reach around to undo the button and zipper of your shorts before quickly discarding them along with your panties. “Wow, you waste no time,” you gasped as you felt his fingers spread your folds.

“There’s no need to,” he replied. “You seem to be properly lubricated,” he answered. “Could you possibly untie me, though?” you asked, sounding hopeful and trying to glance behind you.

“No,” he answered flatly. “I prefer this,” he added.

Silence fell between the two of you for a moment before he spoke up again.

“But I suppose I could make you more comfortable though.”

You sighed in relief as he cut through the bonds on your wrist and neck, moving your arms behind your back and quickly wrapping them in the same thick white ropes of webbing. “Is that too tight?” he asked, satisfied when you shook your head.

“Good,” he replied, reaching around to quickly unbutton your top, leaving it open and exposing your black lace bra. “This is pretty,” he noted, ducking his head to look under your body at the material.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Wooyoung chuckled, rolling his eyes before grabbing your hips. “You sure you don’t want to see what you’re getting yourself into?” He asked.

You hesitated. Did you want to see it? Was it human or was it something else.

“Do you think I should?” you asked, not sure if you wanted to or not.

Part of you was curious while the rational part of you said no way.

Without answering you, Wooyoung’s hands left your hips and you heard him moving around your body, leaving your glistening cunt exposed to the cool air of the cave.

You waited in anticipation as he rounded in front of you and held your gaze with his black eyes.

Slowly, your eyes traveled down his chest and torso until you saw it.

Your eyes widened, lips parting in a soft gasp.

At the base of his torso was a slit, just past where the golden skin blended into the blackish purple. Protruding from the slit was what you would call his cock.

It was dark indigo at the base, close to the body, fading into a very pale lilac, the same color as his tongue. The head of the shaft was very bulbous, thinning as it neared the base.

The sides of the shaft were covered in rows of bumps. The entire thing curved back towards his body and allowed you to see the thick vein on the underside that ran the entire length. The pointed head was rounded at the tip with light ridges that rippled down to the glans.

Your eyes moved back up to meet his gaze. “Are you scared yet?” he asked.

You shook your head. If anything, you were more turned on by seeing exactly what he was about to put inside you. Wooyoung’s stoic expression morphed into amusement. “Is that so?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you answered him. “I’ve had bigger.”

You weren’t exactly certain where the sudden boldness came from but it seemed to do the trick. The smirk on Wooyoung’s face dropped and he quickly rounded back behind you. “We’ll see about that,” he retorted.

You felt his hands on your hips, tilting your body down as he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Just to be certain,” he said, hesitating. “You are giving me permission to mate you?” You rolled your eyes with an annoyed groan. “Yes, just fuck me already!”

Without another word, Wooyoung pulled your hips back, pushing his cock past your folds and driving it deep into your wet pussy.

You let out an involuntary moan as he bottomed out, cock stretching your walls as they fluttered around him.

“Oh,” he murmured. “You’re much tighter than I expected.”

You let out a moan as he gave you a measured thrust, pushing and pulling your hips back, your ass meeting his own hips.

Another moan left your lips as you felt his cock throb inside your cunt.

“So warm and wet,” he noted with a shudder. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he added with a hint of amusement. “Just fuck me, damn it,” you hissed, regretting your words almost instantly as he set a merciless and unrestrained pace, ramming into you with a strength you’d never experienced.

“Oh holy shit,” you gasped, the sound of your skin hitting his reverberating off the walls and echoing around the cavern as he relentlessly drilled your pussy.

“I don’t think I’ll last long,” Wooyoung grunted, the tightness of your walls clearly affecting him more than he let on. “So quick?” You teased, the brat in you jumping out. “Keep teasing me,” he urged. “And I’ll make you regret it.”

You let out a whimper, your nails digging into your palms as you felt one of his hands make contact with your ass, your walls tightening around his cock. “You humans are so predictable,” he noted with a chuckle.

“Always like being spanked.”

You moaned loudly, ignoring the way the sound filled the cave along with the lewd wet sounds of his cock entering your soaked cunt repeatedly and the sound of your skin hitting his with each thrust.

“Was the last guardian this rough with you?” he asked, his grip on your hips tightening, fingers digging into your bare waist.

‘How did he know about that? Could he smell it?’

You shook your head, moan after moan leaving your lips as your head hung, unable to keep it up anymore.

“I can tell. He was too tame. Too soft on you.”

You raised your head to speak but let out a yelp as you felt a sharp pain in your back just above your hip. “What are you doing?” you yelled as you felt Wooyoung’s tongue run over the same spot.

“Marking you,” he answered. You whined, pulling against the restraints. “What about your venom? Isn’t that gonna make me pass out?”

Wooyoung let out another chuckle. “I didn’t inject any venom this time,” he answered. “Just teeth, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself unable as one of his hands grabbed the bindings around your wrists, pulling back and pulling you into his thrusts. “Stop talking,” he growled. “You’re going to ruin this with your words.”

You obeyed his demand, simply moaning loudly, each thrust drawing whimpers and groans as you neared your peak. He wasn’t far behind, his thrust growing sloppier and more erratic told you he was about to blow any moment.

As your walls convulsed around him, you finally tumbled over the edge, coming with a loud, wanton moan, your cunt gripping him tightly.

Wooyoung wasn’t far behind, his grip on your hips tighter, his sharp nails digging into your flesh as he came with a growl, hips stilling as he flooded your abused hole with his sticky seed.

Each spurt inside you made his throbbing cock twitch until it subsided, thick strings of the viscous fluid leaking from you and spilling onto the cave floor.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your body shuddering as you came down from your high.

“That certainly was interesting,” Wooyoung said from behind you, slightly breathless. You winced as he pulled his cock free from your cunt, more of his seed spilling onto the floor. “And don’t worry about that,” he added as he moved to release your arms from their bonds.

“I’ve mated with enough human women to know we aren’t compatible.”

Your legs shook as Wooyoung lowered you to your feet, his strong hands holding you steady. “You alright?” he asked softly, watching you carefully. You nodded slowly. “Just a little wobbly,” you admitted. Wooyoung chuckled as he let go.

Your eyes landed on the knife he’d thrown away earlier, now laying at your feet.

“Well,” he said suddenly, drawing your attention. You looked up at him as he removed the key from around his neck. “A deal is a deal,” he added, holding out the string for you to take. You extended your hand and took the key from him.

“Here are your clothes,” he added, also holding out your shorts and panties.

You took them hesitantly and glanced up at him.

“You’re really going to let me go?” You asked softly.

He nodded. “Unless you’d prefer I eat you,” he answered with a devilish grin. “I’m being generous. Leave before I change my mind.”

With that, you hurried past him. “Take a left at the fork,” he called to you as he disappeared into the blackness behind you. You hurried down the tunnel, stopping briefly to pull your clothes back on, making sure to button your blouse and shorts back up before glancing at the key in your hand.

You heard a shift echo in the tunnel and quickly continued on, taking the left at the fork and noticed how the rock began to give way to wooden shelves, lined with books. The door came into view and you reached it, twisting the knob and throwing it open, slamming it shut behind you and leaning against it for support.

Glancing up you were met with the sight of Seonghwa looking at you from the desk.

“Welcome back,” he called, setting his quill down and bringing his hands together.

“I trust you were successful?”

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Jason Todd x Top Werewolf Male Reader | Headcanons Part 2

Word count: 1,595

Request(s):

I like the thought that werewolves can go into heat, on that note what if the dug or medicine if used to often their body refuses to take it kinda like reacting to poison? But if werewolves haven't had their heat in a while than it can be pretty intense. Leading up to werewolf reader completely railing Jason? - @xweirdo101x

Author Note: I love this idea and this gif is perfect for it, ugh 😩 I love Jason Todd and it shows. Read part 1 in order to understand this one.

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YALL

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Jason, porn with plot, manhandling, intense sex, animal like features, Reader has a big dick, fingering (Character receiving,) slight biting, making out, and last but most definitely not least… Breeding.

Ever since you’ve told Jason about what you really were, things have going well in your relationship for the past few months and you two have actually built a good bond of trust which just made your love for each other much stronger. But it also arises some new feelings that we’re racing in Jason’s mind

Now that he knew, you felt more comfortable showing your true strength, speed, and resilience, and while he’d never admit it to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little aroused every time you showed it off, knowing what you could so easily do to him was just such a turn on to him something he never expected would be before you

You told Jason about your heat cycle and how they can get really intense and pretty rough so you use suppressors for them which he was completely fine with but when your heat cycle came around, it seemed that your body has finally gained immunity to it at the worst time possible,

Jason was out doing his usual patrols and work at night and you were in pain and need to breed something but you wanted to hold back and not worry him, but when Jason came home that night, he called out for you and only when he walked in your shared bedroom he could finally see everything in full display

You were on the bed breathing heavily and panting as you fisted your cock desperate for release for the sixth time that day but no matter how many times you came you only felt worse, the sweat on your body was glistening, your load was twice as much, and your mind can only think about one thing and that was to relieve the aching pain in your body that was in desperate need to rail and fuck someone with your cock

Jason was frozen in place, he watched feeling completely turned on by the view in front of him, they have done many things but Y/n looked… different like this, almost animalistic and the thought of his boyfriend using his strength against him was just such a turn on to him as he just couldn’t help himself. He shifted in his weight making a floorboard creak and the noise immediately caught your attention chasing you to snap your head and toward him

Jason’s knees almost buckled at the sight of your eyes that looked exactly like a wolf’s were full of desire and absolute hunger which made his body shiver in anticipation as he slowly approached the bed with your eyes following him, not at all leaving his body for a moment, you were fighting every thought in your head that told you to pounce on him and fucking him mercilessly even though you knew that both of you wanted it

He closed the door shut and slowly got on the bed “You mind if I…” he gulped as his eyes trailed down to your length that was throbbing between your hands “Help you?…” for a second you both stayed silent, the atmosphere being very thick in the air as you both looked into each other’s eyes before you suddenly grabbed his hips flipping him onto the bed pushing him ok his back with thick muscular thighs spread out beautifully and you immediately dived between his thighs

You opened your mouth to say something your wolf fangs getting flashed to Jason which only fueled his arousal but instead of talking you leaned forward and softly bite his inner thigh, not enough to hurt but just good enough to send shivers throughout his body “Oh- god…” a whine came from his throat as he felt his cock twitch and slowly harden creating a small pool of cum on his stomach as your teeth lightly move along his inner thigh, grazing his skin as you move deeper between them

He felt your tongue loll out of your mouth and slowly begin to trace over the thick meat of his strong thighs as he practically teased both him and yourself just tasting the sweat on his skin as you inhaled the musk on his body practically tasting his scent the more you pressed into him which only made your length wetter with anticipation, he could feel your fingernails that were much sharper and longer than normal, they looked like they could claw right through him as you lightly pressed them into his skin before you finally had enough and couldn’t take it anymore rubbing your tongue over his hole before immediately pushing it in his puckered pink hole causing him to let out a choked whine

Your tongue pressed against his hole pushing in and out to tease the rim only to push your tongue further in his hole watching as he swallows the spit that gathered in his mouth and let out soft little whimpers as he bit his lip to try and muffle the noises, he watched as you pressed a thumb in and began to push it further down his hole, stretching it open and pulling it out only to watch as it clenched around nothing, you suddenly put in two fingers and scissored his heat causing him to elect a louder moan, impatiently trying to open it up enough for your cock that was throbbing in your pants and rubbing against the bed sheets

The friction only increased your lust as you fingered him faster and you can feel his patience running thin as well “Just please… fuck me already…” he begged helplessly as you stretched him open, watching as his hole squeezed down on your fingers only for you to add another finger and fuck his insides with them faster, a loud string of cusses words and moans left Jason’s lips as he felt your fingers graze against his prostate which only made him grow more impatient as a loud moan elected from his throat and you decided you both had enough so you pulled your fingers out causing him to whine from the emptiness and you wrapped your hand around your aching cock that was throbbing from the lack of attention

Jason took notice of how your cock looked somehow bigger while you were in heat and his cock twitched at the sight imagining how it would fill up his insides and completely wreck his hole only for him to look at your wolf-like gaze that pierced through his soul and the look Jason gave you right then and there was pure want and need as he reached over and gave your arousal a slow long pump feeling how it pulsed and somehow got harder in his hand, his lips parting as if he wanted to taste it but you were, long done with waiting so you grabbed him by his waist flipping him over so his face was pressed up against the pillows and his hips were raised giving you access to his wet gaping hole

Looking at the sight of Jason splayed out like this right in front of you, a complete mess you couldn’t hold back anymore and began to slowly grind your too against him before you finally pushed in his heat causing him to let out a string of cuss words at how much bigger your cock felt inside of him as you slowly began to stretch him out before finally bottoming out inside of him “Shit! Your so f-fucking big..!” He moaned out pathetically his hands clawing at your back eyes watering with tears and his jaw was slack as you leaned in to give him a sloppy kiss your tongue tasting his lips before pushing into his mouth as you drank in his moans before softly biting his bottom lip pulling at it before letting it go, electing a whine from his puffy lips

Your tongue was much longer than before he swore you could’ve even deep-throat him with how long it was now and the way you were using your tongue on him felt as if you were fucking his mouth the same rough and passionate way you fucked his hot stretched out hole railing him as if you were truly just an animal causing his mind to fall blank as he threw his head back and arched into your large cock feeling as it rammed against his prostate over and over again. Your thrusts only quickened as you felt your release coming near and you began to rut into him letting out a deep moan/growl from your throat as you felt the heat growing inside of you and you leaned down biting his neck

Although it wasn’t hard enough to break skin it made Jason let out a loud moan as his cock twitched before finally spilling all over his stomach his orgasm only causing him to clench down on your length making you groan before you spilled your own load inside of him making him whimper as he felt your seed seeping into his hole deep inside of him, some of it spewing out of it because of the intense amount of build-up from your heat and you pulled out watching as it all spilled out only for you to thrusts your hips back into his wet sticky mess and beginning to pound him all over again making him let out a yell as he couldn’t even keep up with you anymore and he knew that this night was far from over and him getting any restraint that night was very unlikely, but he couldn’t complain for a moment

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undercoveravenger · 11 months

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Motivators

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Scientist!Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “okay for the spooky request could you write Isaac lahey x scientist reader who doesn’t believe in the supernatural but they are hunting a ghost and reader and Isaac make a bet where if they do find the ghost reader owes Isaac a kiss or something”

A/N: This is the third fic in the 2023 Spooky Month event! The next post will release on Tuesday, October 24th. Hope you enjoy!

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While your best friend Scott McCall and his pack were no strangers to your lab, you still found yourself a bit on edge with Scott’s beta, Isaac. You had known of him before he was turned, and he had seemed nice enough the few times you had interacted with him, but there had always seemed to be something off, even after Scott had told you the truth about his friends. You weren’t sure exactly why Isaac made you so uneasy, but the weight of his eyes, whether glowing their infamous werewolf gold or his pretty every-day blue, was ever present and unreadable.

Even now, with the rest of the pack off investigating the most recent victim of a vengeful spirit, Isaac lingered, perched on one of the spare lab tables pushed against the wall and watching you intently.

“You didn’t have to wait here,” you say, ardently refusing to look at him, studying the strange glowing sample they’d brought you through the viewing lens of your microscope. “You heard Scott- He thinks he’s got a lead. You could’ve gone with him to check it out.”

A soft huff escapes Isaac and you can hear him shift behind you, moving from his seat on the opposite table to come lean against the one you’re working at. “No,” he says quietly, “I needed to be here.” He’s silent for a minute and you almost think to press him further when he continues, “I know you don’t need me to be here, but I need to be.” He clears his throat awkwardly when you look up at him, but he presses on, in spite of the thick blush clouding his cheeks. “I worry about you a lot when I’m not around you, y’know? Not just that you’re just a human, but that you’re you.”

You studied Isaac for a long moment, a sort of self-satisfied amusement creeping through you as he fidgets under your gaze, clearly having said more than he meant to and exposing his emotions in the process.

“You really think that you’re going to catch this ghost?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him.

He nodded, grinning shyly, “Yeah. With you and Scott working together to find it? No way we don’t.”

Whenever you’d caught Isaac looking at you in the past, the look in his eyes was always intense, but he was unreadable in the same way that the old Latin tombs that Allison had swiped from her family’s archives for you had been. But in the same way you had learned to decipher those ancient books, you were starting to see the meaning behind those lingering stares and Isaac’s looming presence. He’d never seemed malicious to you, not even before he’d joined Scott’s pack, but now you could see that determined distance for what it was.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your sample, but couldn’t stop the edge of your lips from quirking up as you spoke. “You find it and I owe you a kiss.”

While you were no longer looking at him, you could pick out the exact moment Isaac realized what you’d said since you could hear his sneakers squeak against the floor as he struggled to catch himself from falling. “I- I, uh, I-” he stammered and you could practically hear how flustered he was. “I’m- I’m gonna go call Scott and see if his lead panned out. Y’know, we uh, we really need to get rid of this ghost thing before it hurts someone else. We should- We should really do everything we can to catch it as soon as possible, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he hurried out of the room, and you laughed even harder when you were able to pick up the excited whoops echoing in from outside of your lab from Isaac and Scott over the phone line.

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ornii · 2 years

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Hai hello hai

Ok so remember how you said enid goes into heat cuz shes a werewolf and all... so enid and reader hook up alot, and wedsnday find out and gets jealous

Male reader x wenclair

ThxThx. btw Love your writing so much

“Our” Boyfriend

Wenclair X Male Reader.

Summary: Who Knew Wednesday Addams was a Commie?

Wednesday Addams obviously isn’t a commie it’s a joke I don’t want to be canceled right when I start using tumblr over an obvious Joke

When it came to Enid and Wednesday, you couldn’t find more polar opposites who seem to get along just fine. While you never particularly adored Wednesday you were on good terms, however Enid was a different situation. With Enids primal libido and drive, hooking up was a constant that happens at least twice a day. There’s a decently sized list of how often and where.

Sometimes when walking to your biology class, you can spot Enid heading into a small janitors closet. Confused you peer in and she turns and grabs you by your tie, yanking you in for skipping class and a “Quickie.” Which was more than an hour, it’s a surprise nobody heard the walls banging.

Other times she gets even more reckless, along the balcony walkway over the quad, all seems well until she “Leans” over the the railing, purposely wearing a much shorter skirt than usual, almost teasing you to take her, obviously who wouldn’t and your palms gladly grip her waist and plunging in.

Enid would even go so far to bring you in her dorm as Wednesday slept near by, you had to be as quiet as possible but that wasn’t particularly easy. The way Enid rocked her hips into yours, her panted breath, wolf like whining when you hit just the right spot. You had to let her bite your arms sometimes just to keep her from howling in pleasure. The soft bed creaks were just enough for Wednesday to awaken, she didn’t move an inch though and just, listened. That one mistake lead you to the situation you’re in now.

One afternoon, Enid was preparing for a night out. Wednesday was preoccupied on her typewriter.

“You’re leaving?” Wednesday asks.

“Yeah, Yoko throwing a small Party. It’d gonna be like totes cute!” Enid says putting on lipstick. And Wednesday stops and turns to her.

“That’s odd, Yoko informed me of no such party.” Wednesday said and Enid stops, slowly growing fearful.

“O-oh, well yeah i-its a bit private.”

“Is it? Or are you going to meet (Y/n)?” Wednesday says which Enid slowly turns to her, trying to be cutely oblivious.

“What? No, it’s not like that we’re just friends—“

“Friends who fornicate Like hounds in heat, and in the same room next to me.” Wednesday says and stands up, and Enid slowly begins to realize she knew. Enid is slowly backed to a corner.

“We-We wouldn’t do that!”

“Hm, would you? Shall I read an excerpt from your diary?” Wednesday asks and Enids eyes go wide. “June 14th, (Y/n) didn’t want to go to the dorm but I couldn’t wait, so we did it in my bed next to Wednesday, I really didn’t want to wake her but it felt so good that I almost made a—“

“Okay! Okay! You made your point.” Enid says sadly. “I’m going to meet him and well, he knows a few open empty dorm rooms.” Enid said.

“Interesting.” Wednesday says, “a word of advice Enid, if you’re you’re going to break the rules, don’t Leave a trail of evidence.” She says.

“Noted, so, what do you want?” Enid asks.

“Him.” She responds, much to Enids confusion.

“Excuse me?” She says, “You aren’t his girlfriend, meaning he can be in any relationship he wishes, and I wish to partake in it, or would you rather me inform Thornhill?” She says, and Enid pouts.

Later that night (Y/n) Lays on his bed, with Enid around his left arm.

“So, Wednesday basically blackmailed you into sharing me as your hook up buddy?” You ask, Enid nods sadly, “I’ll admit it’s weird sharing you, but I’m kinda okay with it.” Enid says, you turn right, to Wednesday who was also lying with you.

“Wow Wednesday, didnt know you were a commie, “Our Boyfriend.” Heh.” You say smiling and Wednesday rests her head upon yours and speaks.

“Da, chert voz'mi”

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darkdemeter · 6 months

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LITTLE RED RIDING

◤✘WANDA MAXIMOFF SERIES/AU'S | CATALOGUE Wanda Maximoff x GN/Female/Male Werewolf!Reader ☾ PHASES COLLECTION FIRST EDITION 2024, ISSUE NO.#3/8

NOTES ↳ Just a red riding hood retelling. Kinda. A bit more kinky... WARNINGS❕ ↳ SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — MxF version pairing — FxF version pairing — unprotected sex — P in V sex — profanity — pet names "Lamb", "Sweetheart", "Hon", "Baby", etc — (male) reader receiving — slight possessive reader — Hydra agent! reader — enemies/lovers — I think that's it? SUMMARY ↳ Wanda is sent on a mission to recover data about Hydra's next big operation. However, she'll meet the guard dog of the information she needs. Lucky for her, red happens to be a very eye-catching colour, and for the price of indulgence, you let her have her data.

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III. Never seek to engage the attention of a wolf, be it in the calm amidst its frenzy or the horrors of its territorial obsession. For the lamb is incapable of warding off a hungry beast bound by its insatiable hunger and lust for violence. And wearing a tolling bell around one’s neck only attracts the monster.

Funny, how a golden bell is now adapted into a short, red dress.

“Alright, Wanda. Just focus on your target, get the data and get out of there.” Natasha sounds urgent now, unlike before. She’d been calm before. Something’s changed in her tone, it’s beset by rising panic.

Wanda can’t help but be drawn into the whirlpool of fear herself. Her eyes dart around the lavish hall, eyeing each of the guests as if any one of them would engage her with a gun to her head or a knife to her gut. In reality, that possibility can very well happen.

“And whatever you do, stay away from—” Natasha’s cut out, the connection severed, a hand encircles around Wanda’s bare wrist.

“Care for a dance, little Lamb?” You spin her to face you. She’s dragged into the iron grip you possess, she’s powerless to the violent glow of amber. You watch her intently like a wolf on the hunt, lured in by the weakened state of your prey. A lone and lost lamb sent into the den of her enemy. A delightful treat.

Wanda stares upwards and right into the pressing stare you share, sharpened canines primed to tear into her, images of what someone - something - like you could do to her in the blink of an eye. And what she hates most of all is how complacent she is in your embrace, and how quickly she shrinks from escape, her bravery discouraged.

You lead her across the floor, entrapped in a dance, pinning her to you with no chance of running from you. Not that she’d get very far. The rhythm is paced stiffly, leaving her to rely on you to take the lead.

You twirl her, grasp firmly on her before you draw her back into you. “Quite the alluring dress. I’ve noticed quite a few eyes on you tonight,” you chuckle, “mine included.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” she answers, voice soft and silken with her accent.

You click your tongue, scoldingly. “It’s wise to always be aware of what’s happening around you, Lamb.” Your tone drifts further into a darker undertone, words alluding to sinister intentions. “Else you will never see the beast that stalks behind.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.” She tries to move, to free herself, but you don’t loosen your hold of her. Your hand remains on the small of her back, lips pulled into a wolfish grin, eyes laced with lustful hunger.

“Why the rush? Scared of me?”

“M-maybe,” she gulps in truth, “as you said, I should be wary of what goes on around me. I know this story very well.”

You cock your head to the side a little, interest peaked by the risen curve of your brow. “Oh? Do regale me.”

“Loved ones advise her to not engage with the wolf. To keep her head and path straight for her Grandmother’s home.”

“Unless she was served to the wolf on a platter,” you interject sharply just as you dip her, her spine curves back into the support of your arm, her green eyes flash with a mixture of intrigue and terror. How the sight of her beneath you arouses you, your core stirring with the familiar tingle of desire.

“But that’s not how the story goes.” She reprimands you behind the daggered end of a glare, eyes scornful in your offset course as you both encircle one another, bodies practically melded together and hands locked and bound to each other.

You spin her again, leading her forward from behind. “The story serves as a cautionary tale only. Many have disregarded the warning labels and found their way off the path. But I myself, as a wolf, don’t waste time about it. I want you, little Lamb, not the gut full of rocks in the end.”

“And I want the data.” She’s upfront about it and you’ll applaud her for that. The amber hue of your eyes strikes a cold, mysterious flame to dwindle in her core and she finds her heart rate quickening.

“And you wouldn’t make it three feet into the office. Not without someone like me getting you there.”

“Why help me?” she huffs with a quizzical, narrowed gaze.

“The better.”

None had so much as batted an eye in the wake of your saunter, Wanda practically glued to your side the entire time, a few of the guards snickering and mumbling to themselves. Wanda tried to strain her ears to overhear their silent glimpses and hidden, murmuring smirks to no avail. Whatever it was, it sure made your chest puff out with pride.

Down the hall, Wanda sees the doors of the office open under the command of your whim, gesturing to her to venture inside the dimly lit room.

Her eyes find yours, gaze bearing the resemblance of her hesitance.

“Well?” you say with a raised brow. Humming softly and affirmatively, she steps a heeled foot and crosses the threshold and immediately, she feels the air shift. No longer haunted by the eerie, warm glow of the hallway, now her skin is caressed by the looming darkness and its shadowy presence that grazes over her shoulder and moves towards the desk.

She follows you and then stops, still caught in the reverie of her disbelief as you tap away at the locked case that opens to reveal a laptop. The encrypted data, kept under strict guard, now rests open for her.

There has to be a catch. Her stare says as much with scrutiny, only you lay your palms flat in surrender.

“The data is all there for you to collect. No tricks, none of that.” Is it wise to believe you? Wanda is caught between a rock and a hard place either way.

To entertain or obey, she steps forward, retrieving from the slip inside her dress between her breasts, she brings to light the usb drive. Your eyes roll between the action and device, whistling lowly to yourself.

Wanda has to ignore the way her skin grows hot and flushed under your eyes that watch her. Bending low, she inserts the drive in and begins to download the data and provides you with a more than satisfying view from behind. You hear her sighing quietly to herself when a red, transparent box indicating an error flashes onto the screen. Of course the security system would be triggered.

“No tricks, huh?” she chastises with a huff only to feel the heated scape of your front bend, stretching over her beck as you lean forward, long arms caging her below you. She watches silently, tongue darting out between her lips as she admires your fingers work nimbly and precisely against the keys, overriding the error and allowing the drive to continue downloading.

“Protection. I’m sure you understand.”

FEMALE

“Looks like that download will take a while,” you remark coolly. Wanda now lacks the pressure of your stature, breasts pushed firmly against her back she is left both disappointed and relieved. Her eyes remain trained on the laptop screen despite the sixth sense that your eyes watch her intently, or rather, the lovely view she provides from behind.

It’s hard to explain to her rational mind but there’s something about you that creeps Wanda with a prickling notion that no matter what, the trail of your gaze never seems to leave her; at least not for long. Your words circle back into her mind. The mention that many eyes had been on her tonight, yours included, she wonders if the wolf has become animalistically smitten with her. Bewitched by her little red dress.

Curious of where exactly you lingered, she turns her sights behind her, following the way you peer down at her, about a foot or so from her, she turns to face you.

“Something you like, Wolf?” She doesn’t grasp the identity of this newfound courage, incapable of finding its unknown source. All she does know is that her question has piqued your interest and engaged your merriment.

“Maybe,” you answer smoothly with a click of your tongue that runs the lap over your teeth. A temptress that you want to devour whole heartedly, to satiate your wolfish appetite.

Hands musing into the slit of your pant pockets, you bask silently at the sight of her, her form arching ever so slightly backwards and resting her weight in her arms. The familiar threading of tightness of your core is enough to alert you to your blooming desire.

You saunter towards her, almost stalking over to her, she watches you as her eyes travel up and down.

“You ever been with another girl before, Sweetheart?”

Biting down into her lip, she shakes her head and her chin dips low, hiding her flustered visage. “You wanna try it?”

A very bold move on your part. You’ve trapped her against the desk, arms caging her on either side she feels her breath become locked in her lungs. A very tempting offer you give her, but one she is unsure about, her lips part to form the words only to fall silent.

“Don’t worry, little Lamb. You’re in very good hands, I promise. Think about it like this: I'm all the better to please you...”

Your lips blaze a flaming trail along her neck and collarbone, each planted seed of lust leaves a shivering breath in its wake. Wanda lets you slip onto your knees and sensing what exactly you’re getting at, she leans further back, practically sitting on the desk as you saddle between her legs. Your teeth nip and graze, lips caressing softly the soft tissue of her inner thighs until her hand strikes out, latching hold of any amount of your hair she can grab.

“Shh,” you usher with a whisper, “fuck, you smell delicious.” Your breath is hot, far too hot, it sears her wanting core, her thong already soaked beyond any reconciliation that it may dry shortly.

Your tongue laps at her through the dark fabric, suckling on it to taste her juices that stain them and you groan deeply, the sound that of a feral animal.

Her hand in your hair grips tighter and tugs at your roots.

She whimpers as you dance your tongue, teasing her folds through her tongue before using the very muscle to push aside the flimsy, damp fabric and trace the moist slit of her clenching pussy. Moaning softly, her hips thrust forward.

The ribbony tug of her core enlightens her, bringing about an airy flow to what she feels, her head leans back and her legs open wider for you, your hands snake around the seam of dress and skin and pull her in that little bit closer.

“M-more! Please, more!” she exhales loudly, breathlessly. You slide your tongue between her folds, massaging her spongy walls that pulse around it, her mewls and voice growing weaker and more feral with each lashing you inflict in her cunt. Clearly, her first time is one she’ll remember. Nuzzling the upper flat of your tongue presses to her clit and soothes it, rolling and dragging, she all but lurches forward slightly at the brink of her orgasm.

“Fuck– fuck! I’m cumming!”

She mutters a thousand more curses that sound like wistful prayers to your ears, hungrily devouring her release with a guttural moan that shakes the foundation of her final resolve. She barely catches herself slipping further back across the desk, the case and laptop at this point a forgotten element.

Pulling your head away - after thoroughly cleaning her slick, satisfied pussy - you stand tall and straight, looming over her like a dark, stormy cloud. The brilliance of her green eyes is shrouded in the darkness of your shadow, but the same hunger for more ever resides presently.

Your hand soon replaces the loss of your mouth and she caves to your will, splayed out for your touch to sate her newfound desire.

“I want more… that was…”

“Exquisite?” you chime with a hum and she nods. No other word can possibly describe it so perfectly. She feels your long, toned fingers rub her up and down, smearing what little juices you left behind and toying with her delicate pearl, arousal buzzes to life at the mere grazing of your thumb.

You’re closer to her now, the scent of your powerful cologne overpowers her senses, drowning her with fulfilling contentment. Hands grappling hold of your arms, she claws her way deeply that you’re quite impressed with the level of strength she possesses.

Slowly, you insert two fingers and curl and she buckles under the pressure. A scream is halfway tearing through her throat but she bites into her lip to keep the volume minimal.

“Going to keep quiet, huh?” you tease and unfurl your fingers before repeating the pattern over and over, each time, going deeper. “Don’t want the guards out there hearing what I’m doing to you?”

She doesn’t answer, unsure if this is a trick question or not, but she can’t find it within herself to further embarrass herself.

You insert a third and watch her watch contort. She whimpers, the sound ringing in your ears like a humming whistle, she rolls her hips in great desperation whilst your thumb firmly circles her clit, feeling the sensitive heat from her core.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” The line of your lips caress the structure of her temple, her eyes scrunch closed. Her mouth falls agape.

“W-Wolf…” Her sigh is a breath of fresh air to the clarity of your insane mind. You thrust your fingers harder and faster, the squelch of her cunt and the filthy sounds of her voice fill the room’s void with something beautiful. A harmonic symphony you’re drawn to, committing it to memory for now.

“Yeah, Lamb?”

“I– shit, oh my— I’m gonna…”

You hum in approval and with a few more powerful thrusts, the walls of her cunt shrink around your fingers in a fight to keep you. Letting her ride out her orgasm on your fingers, she moves erratically until she stops, panting heavily and her shoulders shoving down.

“Good, little Lamb,” you praise gently, “Good girl.”

Lips hovering against each other, the gap is sealed with a heated kiss, tongues weaving in post-euphoria passion that can easily set the world ablaze.

Who knew that fucking your enemy could be so thrilling?

“What about you?” she asks, voice still shaken. “The drive is almost done. Let’s just say… you’ll owe me a little something next time.”

“How do you know if we’ll meet again?”

You flash her a cheeky wink. “I have my ways, Lamb.”

MALE

“Looks like that download will take a while,” you remark coolly. Your chest leaves the warmed crest of her back, leaving Wanda unbearably cold and wanting. She almost shivers at the loss of contact. She hears you shuffle back and although she initially tries to ignore the way your eyes linger on her, coasting over the view she’s now conscious of giving you, she freezes.

Her lips part with a silent, suppressed moan at the noise from behind, your groan deep and husky and laced with desire. She dares to take a peek over her shoulder, following the length of her still bent body until her eyes find yours, seeing you seated in one of the mahogany leather chairs opposing the desk.

Clearly, you were enjoying the curve of her arse and the lacy thong that’s now soaked with her arousal. She turns to face you now, arms pressed back and her hands grip the desk’s edge, crossing one ankle over the other, you take in the exposure of her shapely legs before the cut off of the dress that rides across the high of her thighs.

For a moment that carries far too long to not be labelled as eternity, you both just stare at each other in silence, a thick air of tension traces the distance between you both, sharing looks of deep, dark-rooted wanton for the other.

You pat your thigh expectantly, legs spread with the uncaring nature of your growing bulge that’s restrained by the confines of your dress pants. It's a command. Not a request. Directed by the cause of that mystique, she’s drawn to you like a moth to the flame, she saunters towards you with a gentle slander of her heels that rap over the floorboards one at a time.

All the while, you scan her up and down until she stands between your legs.

“My, my, the little Lamb can’t help but be allured by the Wolf,” you chuckle darkly. Biting deep into the plump flesh of her lip, she shakes her head and her chin bows.

“No…”

Despite your invitation, she lowers to her knees, resting back on her legs as her hands run up the length of black fabric and towards your belt. Your throat contorts with an amused hum, brow quirked with analysis to her next move, her eyes searching for your approval; which you give along with a nod.

“What a pretty mouth you have.” You grin, toothy and wide, canines sharp and pronounced. She unbuckles the leather strap and tugs loose the fly of your pants and you groan as she gently palms your erected cock through your boxers.

“The better to take you with.” She blushes deeply, her indulgence inwards to the fantasy you play out together.

Releasing your cock from your boxers, you breathe a sigh of relief, tip oozing with beads of precum and your shaft stiffly standing. Her tongue languidly traces the definition of your cock, up and down as she prolongs her eye contact, moaning softly as her tongue and lips tease your sensitive, bulbous tip. Your hips buck instinctively towards where your pleasure derives from, chasing after that fix aggressively.

You hiss, jaw clenched to the brink that you may very well break it,and Wanda continues to drag her tongue up and down, over you tip again and again, lapping long, slow strips and gathering the beady droplets along the flat of her sinful muscle that works you; hot breath beating down on you. You swear you almost fucking whimper like a maturing juvenile, with little control over your body.

“The Big Bad Wolf,” she whispers and takes the first third of your member, hollowing her cheeks and forcing your length further and further down. She gags and her throat grips tightly, causing you to groan. Your claws bite into the expensive leather with little care for its maintenance. Not when you have the prettiest fucking lamb on her knees before you, sucking your dick.

“Fuck, Baby,” you sigh heavily, “Yeah… yeah, let me see that mouth work.” Your lungs are on fire, heart pounding a thousand beats per minute. Her tongue swirls around you and she moans deeply, whining in resistance when her own mouth tries to work against her, refusing to take anymore of you without a fight.

So you decide you’ll give her a helping hand. A little nudge.

You extend a hand forward and lace your fingers into the locks of her fiery, brown hair, curling well to the roots and scrunch harshly. She winces and her green eyes are glazed with a watery curtain, fresh with hot tears. Showing an ounce of mercy - and that is all you’re capable and willing to give - you start slow in guiding her head up and down, your cock sinking back and forth in her mouth, gags and muffled moans stifled by the cutoff of oxygen.

“F-fuck yeah—” you growl lowly. Your head tilts back for a moment and your hips snap hard, forcing her to take the entirety of your cock down her tight throat with a much louder moan, out of shocking resistance or eager obedience.

“Shit, Lamb… m-mmm…” She’s graduated from needing your hand and it falls lax, letting her pace herself and she continues the rhythm you set prior, her saliva gathers down to the base of your groin and your balls swell with your impending orgasm.

You grin at the thought of her drinking your seedy load, face and chest covered with you. Eyes finding the screen of the laptop, you cannot help the haughty chuckle. It looks like you’ll have more than enough time to fully indulge yourself in your new company.

You further encourage her, voice laced with your evident loss of composure, she knows you near the end of your leash. With a few more thrusts, you sink her head down and your hot load shoots down the tunnel of her throat, she groans in pleasure as she sucks you down, mouth drinking everything you’re giving her.

A poor loss that you wouldn’t get to see her painted with your cum, but with any luck, you’ll get a chance further down the line. Your other hand runs through your hair, rolling it back into its refined form and Wanda pulls off, her lips drenched with a mixture of fluids, the sight marks your face with a darkened smirk.

“C’mon, Red,” you say with a lulling drawl. Her eyes are dazed in the land of pleasured confusion, she takes your hand as if taking the guiding hand of an angel, knowing little of her actual fate. She’s led to straddle you, her core soaking down the front of your vest and your much satisfied cock that stands at attention once again.

“W-we… we shouldn’t…”

“We should.” You peck her lips, tasting yourself on her and you delve your teeth to take your bottom lip between them.

“I’m gonna take you for a little ride.”

One hand stabilises her at her hip, her hands finding purchase on either the curves of your shoulder and in the locks of your hair, threading them to grapple on, your other hand curls the thin fabric of her thong and drags it aside.

Your tip kisses her entrance and she mewls, head bowing into the crook of your neck. How she’d make the perfect little mate for you.

Her hips roll down and forward, her breath a quivering tempo as the sheer size of you between her legs and she gasps, feeling you stretch her walls wide out. For a second she believes you’ve split her in two and her whimpers are buried in the graveyard of your shoulder, nestled there while you sheathe yourself into her cunt, inch by inch until you finally bottom out with a pleased sigh.

‘Fuck, you’re so big…’

‘All the better to fuck you hard.’

Just as you promised, you deliver. Picking up into a more suited pace, you piston in and out, the sound of skin meeting skin, the squelching of your combined juices and fabric rustling against fabric; breaths colliding in each other’s orbit.

Soon enough, she garners her steadiness and bounces her hips, far more eager to ride you to her climax, she moans deeply and curses under her breath, breasts constricted by the tight bust of her dress.

As much as you'd like to rip it off her, you understand she has a mission to complete and you don’t favour anyone’s eyes lingering on her anymore, gauging to see if they have a single chance.

Wanda Maximoff is yours for the taking, and you’ll fuck that notion into her until she understands it.

“I-I’m cum—”

“Give it to me, Baby. Come on– give it to me,” you pant, hissing blissfully. You’re lost in the haze of your lust, like you’re in the middle of a hunt, it excites you greatly and the flow of your blood is poisoned by the hit of your predatory drive.

Her walls squeeze your stiff, pulsing cock, eliciting from you both sounds you’d never imagine possible, almost pornographic, your lips trace the contour of her exposed shoulder and collarbone, the thought to leave a few marks here and there not going unnoticed by your conscience.

Her body arches back and you truly see the magnitude of her beauty, breasts though snug in their place, bounce erratically to the rapid pounding of your cock kissing her cervix, her nails scratch and dig at the seams of your jacket, and you know right then that you want this woman at your side.

You’ll kill all the Avengers if you must, you’ll take down Hydra from the inside if needs be. But you’ll be damned to walk this earth alone or with any other that isn’t her.

“Sh-shit! I’m cumming!” she cries out, voice high and pitchy. Her walls are a vice around you, pulling you in without mercy and giving no intent to make it easy to withdraw, her orgasm hitting you.

“Yeah, yeah– that—” you pause, hips speeding up as the second dose of your own release rises, you seize hold of her hips with far more tenacity than before.

She spurs you in, muttering over and over, chanting to keep going. To not stop, to keep hitting her right there, and you oblige. With a deep grunt, followed by a low, long noted moan, you cum. Your seed paints her walls and the swell of your knot ties her to you.

When she tries to pull off, you hold her still. “You’re not going anywhere for a while, Hon,” you say. When she moves again, her eyes widen, green hues shining in the light from the window, and her delicious lips form into an understanding ‘o’ shape.

Slowly and out of small necessity, your hips brush back and forth against each other, mimicking the more desperate action you’d shared before.

“Your data awaits you,” you coo with a chuckle, knowing she has no choice but to wait it out.

Glancing over her shoulder to see the completed task of the drive, she turns her eyes back to you.

“How long does…” Eyes drifting down to where you’re connected, you lean back, arms stretching to rest your hands behind your head with a smirk.

“We’ve got about an hour.”

—

Wanda walks down the cobblestone lane, her body still enduring the aftermath of your erotic coupling, the car waiting out front of her. She dreads to see the sceptical glares of whoever came to her rescue, she pulls her coat over herself more to hide the potential discovery of her quivering form as she then enters the car.

But not before turning to gaze over the curve of her shoulder, skimming the bite dark, green eyes finding yours; amber cheekily flaunting the alluring power as you bid her a gesture of farewell.

She sighs as the car begins to drive off into the night, Sam behind the wheel, he concentrates on the road, meanwhile, Natasha’s eyes find Wanda’s in the rearview.

“Did you get the data?”

“Right here.” Wanda passes the drive over and Natasha takes it, looking it over in the palm of her hand.

That’s when Sam sighs heavily, nose wrinkling. “What smells like dog?”

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