#werewolf x plus-size reader

[scoptopophobia]

Insecure werewolf x insecure human would be so cute,,,, maybe she's self conscious about not being light enough to lift or smt? And. He can just do it with one hand. Both are flustered because they think they don't deserve the other

I LOVE THIS especially considering I myself am a fat person<3

Your poor werewolf is always gazing at himself with sadness whenever he passes a mirror, much like you do. He pokes at his not-so-defined muscles with disappointment, and has even more disdain for his plush belly and thighs.

But all these soft bits of himself that he hates, he absolutely ADORES on you<3

He loves digging is paws into your squishy tummy when he hugs you from behind, although is disappointed when you nervously push his hands away and turn around. As much as he loves seeing your face, he knows why you do it. But he doesn’t understand why.

I mean, you’re the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. Why can’t you see that? He just wants to lift you in his arms and squish you to his chest and never let go<3

He just doesn’t understand why you won’t let him pick you up :(

At first he thinks it’s because you think he’s weak, and he feels down about that for a while. But eventually you notice and you tell him that you’ve had bad experiences regarding your weight and being picked up.

Immediately he’s reassuring you that he would never ever tease you about that, and that he adores your body so so much<3

Eventually you cave in and agree to let him pick you up, immensely worried that he grabs ahold of you with one arm. And even more surprised when suddenly you’re off the ground and pressed snugly to his fluffy chest. You squeak in surprise, but find that his arm under your thighs is quite stable and decide to snuggle into his neck.

He almost makes a purring noise from this, so proud of himself for making you feel comfortable<3

AAAA I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY🫶🫶

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Monster boyfriend that loves his chubby gf. Adores your fat tummy and pussy, can’t get enough!

He makes you feel so small, lifting you up and settling you on his cock as if you don’t weigh a thing. Rutting into your fat pussy, loving the squelching noises it makes as it gets all slick with arousal…

Your lover doesn’t love you despite your appearance, he loves your body and it makes him FERAL! Everything about you makes him horny.

Your love handles, plump belly, fat ass and thick, meaty thighs make his cock strain against his pants.

He can’t help but slip himself between your thighs, fucking them until they’re sticky with his cum! You’re just so cute, whining and begging him to actually fuck you… don’t worry, he can’t go without that perfect, warm fat pussy for too long! He’s got plenty of cum for your pretty kitty!

And he loves filling you with load after load, wanting to see your belly swell even further with his young <3

[6eeznut]

MONSTERS AND THEIR FAV POSITION.

MATING PRESS ( my fav )

- SUKUNA, KISAME, PREDATOR, Fae, ORCS, PYRAMID HEAD, CENTAUR OH MY GOD, werewolves, naga, venom

REVERSE COWBOY

- Venom, MAHITO, Gyutaro, VAMPIRES, Orcs, INCUBUS, ghost, OROCHIMARU

DOGGY STYLE

- PREDATOR, Kisame, WEREWOLVES, Alien/Xenomorph, PYRAMID HEAD, CENTAUR, naga, ELVES, venom

69

- MAHITO, Vampires, GYUTARO, Incubus, GHOST, Orochimaru, ELVES, venom

DID I FORGET ANYONE, SOMEONE? INSERT UR FAV!

[purpleyoonn]

haze || petrichor

A PETRICHOR SHORT

In which you go through the haze of your inevitable first heat with your mates. Pleasure and passion fight to take your senses as you let your mates take care of you and your desires.

Takes place after chapter 19 of Petrichor.

events not in order. just a collection of hazy memories from her heat.

tags: pure smut with a lil fluff, feral jin, cum smearing, cunnilingus, knotting, some mmf action, polyamorous relations, sub jungkook, dom yoongi, pussy eating, breast play, overstimulation, mc engulfed in pleasure, mentions of cock sucking,

completely unedited/unbeta'd

enjoy :)

masterlist | petrichor 19 | navigation

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You're not sure where you begin and where your mates end. You've never felt this type of heat before and it only seems to become quenched when you're with them, connected by the forces of the mate bond you'd only just fulfilled.

"Baby..." You vaguely hear Jimin's breathy moans as he takes you from behind, his lips creating constellations on your back as he tries to bring you both to your ends. Body alight with sensations even your naughtiest dreams couldn't conjure, you can't help but clench with every thrust, wanting your alpha to knot you. Wanted his knot.

His hand slipped from your waist, over your hips, giving a quick squeeze to them before moving under to your clit, needing you to come together.

"Alpha" You whine out, hands shaking as you try to hold yourself up on the bed, fingers curling into the fabric of the blankets below, smelling the alluring combination of your mates as you try to take deep breaths.

"That's it my loves," Hobi encourages from your side, his hand now rubbing circles into your side as he helps steady you so you don't fall. "Let your Alpha take care of you, 'mega." His hand moved from your side to your breast, groping as he moved to lay under neath you, his mouth taking your other breast in as he lapped at your nipple.

You let out a small whimper at the feeling of Jimin's knot swelling, the pleasure making your toes curl and back arch towards your mate. You began to push back, needing to feel your mate closer to you, only for him to hold your hips tight, squeezing again as he pushed your head down into the pillow, taking control.

Hobi only moaned at being squished underneath you, your breast still in his mouth as he continued to assault your chest.

Jimin's alpha took over as he sped up the pace, his fingers working to bring you to release just as his knot locked into place.

-*-*-

"Please, please, please" You chant through your haze, body jolting with each and every thrust of your mate. You gripped your arms around his neck, holding him close in an attempt to not pass out from pleasure. Despite your lucidity, you were completely unable to move. Not that you wanted to.

"That's right, love. Make her come once more. Make our omega come and I'll let you come in her." Yoongi's voice rasped in his own ears, his body laying against Jungkook's as he pounds into his tight hole. His eyes locked with your own as he moved.

Jungkook moved his head, placing a trail of kisses down your neck and to your chest, his lips moving until they were wrapped around your nipple, sucking.

"Alpha" you moaned, breathless from the assault on your senses. You couldn't look away from your alpha, not even as his eyes closed and his pace slowed, harsher thrusts replacing the quick, feeling his knot begin to swell.

You can't tell whose hand touches where, but soon enough your lost in light as your orgasm hits, the feeling of being filled your only anchor to earth.

Despite both of their knots locked in, Jungkook doesn't stop moving, tugging on Yoongi's knot and making little gasps leave your lips as he continues to pump into you, small thrusts to help keep his cum inside you. To feel you clench around him. To make those sweet tears of overstimulation fall down your beautiful cheeks.

"That's enough, pup." Yoongi pulls at his hair, causing a hiss to leave his lips.

-*-*-

His lips are suckling at your scent gland, pink haze glazed over your eyes as you try to hold onto your sanity. You could feel his knot tugging at you as you attempt to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Ah ah, little one." Jin pulls back, eyes dark as he looks down at you, his marks littered around your neck and chest, a way to make sure everyone knew you were his. He could practically feel his knot swelling again, but he fought the urge to pump into you again.

His thumb brushing against your cheek, a tear following his trail as he moves again, this time, feeling the swelling of his knot going down finally.

"Jinnie.." You whimper, feeling him pull out and the emptiness form before settles in. You liked feeling full, feeling connected with them. It settles something deep within you and you didn't quite know how to feel.

"Now, little one, let alpha finish what he was doing." He tutted, lips smacking as he sent another dark look your way. You knew by now his alpha was present and you could already feel yourself getting hot again.

Jin and his alpha brought out something in you, something primal that loved to be marked and claimed and devoured until only the feeling of him was left.

You tensed up and bucked away from the feeling of his finger at your core, too sensitive to continue despite your thoughts wanting otherwise. A small slap to your inner thigh had you freezing, not knowing what your alpha was doing.

"Just relax baby, gonna scent you." His words settled into your skin, your eyes closing as you tried to relax, listening to the sound of him humming as he continued to press his fingers into your core.

The next thing you knew he was rubbing something onto your stomach and sides, his fingers warm as he massaged whatever it was into your skin.

You open your eyes, curious, only to see him going back to your core and scooping out the mixture of your cum and bringing it to your chest, his hands cupping your breasts and rubbing his cum in circles.

"That's it, little mate, gonna smell like me for weeks."

-*-*-

Taehyung felt ravenous, like nothing was going to sate the hunger he had inside of him but you. His hands wrapped around your hips and laid against your stomach, holding you to the bed as he licked up your slit, gathering up your slick.

He loved the taste of you, sweet honey and almond.

Hu hummed in approval only making you squirm even more against his tongue. Taehyung knew that you loved the feeling of them humming, loved the vibrations it sent up your core.

Another wave of slick had him lapping at your cunt, moving in as far as he could until your taste was all his brain could comprehend. He wanted the taste of you to consume him, mind, body, and soul.

You tugged at his scalp, fingers knotted in his curls as he brings you to another orgasm, nose nudging at your clit only adding to the stimulation.

He knew his face was a mess as he tried to drink from you, not wanting a single bit of your release to go to waste. Not when it could go to him.

He could hear you cry out, pleasure consuming you again as he only prolonged your orgasm, dragging it out to he could continue his feast.

-*-*-

"You need to eat more, baby. Please." You pouted as the piece of fruit touched your lips. You didn't want any more food.

"Omega." Namjoon scolded you as you ignored Jungkook, a jolt going through your body as you felt him twitch inside you.

"Omega, if you eat a couple more pieces, " Jimin looked directly at Jungkook, "I bet Jungkook will let you have him as Alpha gives you another knot." Jimin had a shit eating grin on his lips, wanting to fulfill his own selfish desire of seeing your lips around Jungkook's cock.

It seemed you wanted it too, your eyes glazing a little as you looked down to his hard cock, only inches away from your face as he tried to feed you.

"But you need to eat, 'mega." Jimin coos, taking the fruit from Jungkook's hand and moving it back to your mouth, watching as you open your lips and take the fruit between your teeth.

The sight of you eating the piece of fruit had a new meaning, Jungkook and Namjoon both becoming even more aroused knowing you wanted them again.

Jungkook couldn't wait to know how your lips felt around his cock.

[thornsnvultures]

the big bad wolf

wolfman!steve harrington x plus size!fem!reader

summary: when your boyfriend ditches you at steve harrington's halloween party for another girl, you go to leave, only to run into the man himself. steve's costume doesn't look like much but you're about to find out there's more to him than meets the eye. <3k words

cw: 18+ NSFT, a shitty boyfriend, flirty!steve, making out, oral sex (fem rec), pussy slapping, nipple play, super hairy!steve, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, knotting, mid sex transformation, bad little red riding hood jokes (steve calls her little red)

a/n: moodboard by me, divider by @/saradika

"What are you supposed to be?"

Your sniffling is cut short and you jump in surprise, not realizing you weren't alone. Steve Harrington stands in the shadows, leaning up against the side of his house, the lit end of his cigarette the only thing just barely illuminating his face. You brush at the rumpled edges of your costume, straightening out the many layers of fabric as you try to pull yourself together and not look so pathetic in front of Hawkins royalty.

"Can't you tell?" You huff, not in the mood to be toyed with.

"Red dress, red cape, basket of goodies," Steve smirks, his eyes catching on your exposed legs and staying there as he takes another drag. "What brings you to my neck of the woods, Little Red?" Steve steps closer, inching his way towards you as he drops his cig and stomps it out. "On your way to grandma's? I think you might be lost, Little Red."

The smirk on Steve's face makes your insides boil. You've already been put through enough tonight, you don't need any more from him.

"I'm not lost. Just needed some fresh air."

"I like the getup," Steve smirks, circling you, fingers lightly toying with the ends of your skirt.

You pull yourself away from Steve's curious fingers, backing away from him even as he advances on you. Like he's getting a kick out of fucking with you.

"What are you supposed to be anyway?" You ask, waving your hands in confusion at his costume, or lack there of. He's mostly shirtless, his surprisingly hairy chest is exposed behind an open denim vest. Your stomach flipped taking in his sweaty, well defined torso and thick arms. It was strange that he looked this sweaty at the end of October, maybe he oiled himself up? Or ran a few laps around his fancy pool before his party guests came over? You stifled a laugh, biting your lips.

"You can't tell?" Steve lifted his arms and did a little spin. You might've checked out his ass in his perfectly fitted jeans when he did. "I'm the big bad wolf."

His grin at least was wolfish, he looked at you like he wanted to eat you up. Steve laughed when you didn't say anything, just quirking a brow at him, clearly not amused by his teasing.

"Yeah okay, Steve." His smile dropped when you rolled your eyes but you were past caring. You needed to get out of here, away from this stupid party and the idiot you came here with. Not that he cared if you left or not. You felt your throat close up and willed yourself to stop, to not fall apart now, especially not in front of Steve who would only tease you more.

You looked back inside one more time only to catch a glimpse of your date, who had ditched you halfway through the night for some other girl. His hands were around said girl, swaying to the heavy, pulsing music blasting inside.

Steve was watching you watch them. You knew he figured out your little dilemma when his wolfish grin returned. That was it. You're walking home. Maybe not the best idea, walking that far on your own on Halloween night in this silly getup, but anything would be better than hanging around here.

"Hey! Wait up, Little Red!" You heard Steve follow you as you stormed through the crunching fallen leaves that the chilly autumn air had left strewn across Steve's lawn.

"Go bother someone else," you snapped, spinning around to face him. Steve was much closer than you anticipated when you stopped. You were face to face with his solid chest, nearly colliding with him if you hadn't pulled back at the last second.

"You're not walking home, are you?" Steve's hands were on your arms now. Big and warm and firm, holding you in place so you couldn't bolt.

"It's none of your business," you still tried to tug out of his grasp but it was no use, a fact that terrified and excited you in ways you didn't want to think to hard about.

"Oh I know," Steve nodded his head, pouting in a patronizing way that made you want to slap him. "But I can't bear to watch you stray from the path," he nodded to the woods behind his house, pitch black but for the full moon shining through the leaves of the trees. "There's monsters on these woods, little girl," Steve tugged you closer until his lips were by your ear. "You'll get eaten right up."

His words, and the heat of his breath on your skin, sent a shiver down your spine. A bird flew by just then with a screech making you jump in his grasp. Steve chuckled and let you go

"If you want to walk home, Red, be my guest. Or...," Steve dragged out that small word, tugging at one of the bows on your dress, one right by your breast. Your chest heaved with the shaking breath you took as you b watched him, inadvertently pressing your flesh into his hand more. Steve smirked and tugged at it again. "I can make sure you get home safe and sound."

"But it's your party-"

"Nobody in there gives a fuck about me," Steve growled. You suddenly felt like his declaration was true, maybe he was the big bad wolf. His mood had soured significantly, but he still looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

"Okay. Sure. Thank-," you began to whisper, looking down at your feet.

Steve grabbed your chin, cutting you off and forcing you to look up at him. "You can thank me later. Let's get you to grandma's house."

Steve grabbed his keys and hopped in his Beemer with you. He was right. No one stopped him to ask where he was going, when he'd be back. You guessed a guy with parents constantly out of town, the rules for house parties were a bit more relaxed.

Steve, it seemed like, was anything but relaxed. Even after he lit up another cigarette in the car, he was wound tight.

His hand never left yours either. He held it as he dragged you to his car and for most of the car ride he kept his right hand on your thigh. Occasionally he would rub circles on your skin with his thumb or give your plush thigh a squeeze. Almost like he was grounding himself with your presence. His hands were burning hot on your skin.

When he finally pulled up to your building, he stopped you with his hand on your arm before you could open the door to get out.

"Steve?"

"You haven't said thank you yet."

"Thank you." You moved to get out again but Steve was still holding your arm.

"Uh-uh, Little Red. Try again. You have something I want."

You swallowed tightly at the hungry look in his eye. "The goody basket is empty," you shook it around, trying for a laugh to break the tension. Steve couldn't be implying what you thought he was. This was Steve Harrington, he could have any girl in Hawkins he wanted. Apparently, at least for tonight, that girl was you.

"Very funny," Steve grabbed your chin again, this time pulling you close until his lips were on yours. And you were letting him. God his lips were soft. Plush and smooth. He tasted so good you found that one kiss wasn't enough. Neither were two or three.

"You taste so good, Little Red," Steve groaned into your mouth. "Bet you taste good all over."

A whine spilled from your lips that shocked you with how needy it sounded. Steve was an asshole, sure, but he had already done more for you tonight than your boyfriend. Sorry, ex-boyfriend.

"Let me taste you, baby. Give me what I want."

"Do you always get what you want, Steve?" Your question is said before you realize you're saying it. You knew the answer already.

Steve chuckled and stroked your cheek with his thumb. "More or less. Are you going to be a good girl for me and give me what I want? I'll warn you, I do bite." Steve nips at your jaw and you shudder and paw at his bare arms.

"Yes. Take it, take me."

Steve rushes the both of you into your apartment, helping you when you fumble with your keys. Your roommate isn't home, out at some party of her own. So you don't feel so bad about the noises you make when Steve finally gets you inside.

You move to unzip your dress but Steve bats your hands away. "Leave it on. For now." He does, however, tear your tights off, shredding the thin white fabric off like it's made of tissue paper. "Steve," you whine as he spreads your legs up and open.

"Hold these for me," he grabs your hands and puts them on your thighs, making sure you're holding yourself open just the way he wants as he sheds off his denim vest. "So pretty, baby." Steve brings his hand down with a harsh slap down your clothed pussy. His thumb works over the wet spot already growing in the center and he kneels in front of you at the edge of your bed.

Steve tugs your underwear up your spread thighs and off of you. You don't see where they go after, but you don't hear them hit the floor.

Steve bites and licks at your thighs, his teeth sharp like pin pricks, ones that send shivers down your spine and make your pussy weep even more. He sucks marks into your thick thighs, taking you apart before he's even got his mouth on your cunt. But once he does, holy fuck, it feels like heaven.

His mouth descends on your pussy and you bother holding back your scream. Steve's tongue is long and deliciously thick, wrapping around your clit and sucking the soul out of you, filling you with his tongue until you're seeing stars.

"That's it, baby, that's it. Come all over my face. Tastes so fucking good." Steve adds one thick finger after another until you feel so full like you're about to burst. And with a few more licks you do, tugging on Steve's hair, your thighs squeezing his head as you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

Steve gently kisses your bruised thighs, your soft belly. His face looks... different, harsher. You can't quite explain it, especially not in your post-orgasm haze.

"My, my what big teeth you have," you laugh as Steve nibbles up your belly, finally tugging you free of your silly costume. You lift up so he can slip it all the way off and admire your breasts, aching and waiting for his mouth.

"All the better to eat you with, my dear." Steve's words are a little slurred and you can't help but wonder just how pussy drunk he is. You know he wasn't drunk drunk, or if he was he hid it well until now.

Steve licked and sucked at your nipples, taking his time to pay attention to each one, plucking and pulling at them until you were keening, writhing on your bed and begging for more.

You gripped his forearms as his fingers worked deftly over your body. Were they always this...hairy? Not that you had a problem with hair, you loved a guy with body hair and Steve seemed to have plenty of it. Just, more than you remember.

"Steve, please," you whined, feeling yourself inching closer to the edge from the attention he was paying to your breasts. His leg wedged between yours and you found yourself unable to stop from grinding against his muscular thigh, greedy for more.

"Please what? What do you need, Little Red?" Steve's voice was deep, almost like a growl, the sound shooting straight to your pussy.

"Need you. Need you inside. Fuck me," you begged, not caring how pathetic you sounded. It had been so long since you felt this good. If your ex was getting this kind of action with someone else, fuck it, you would to. Steve wasn't playing around anymore. He was giving you what you needed, taking from you what he wanted. And you wanted to give it to him, to give him everything.

You ran your fingers through the hair on his chest when Steve bent down to kiss you, a deep, blistering kiss that made your mind go numb even as you questioned again if his chest hair was this thick earlier.

Steve pulled away with a growl and quickly tore off his jeans, chucking them across the room.

"Oh fuck," you groaned at the sight of Steve's cock before he flipped you over on the bed. Part of you was concerned about him fitting, but that part was quickly squashed when you felt him rub the tip through your folds.

"You on birth control?"

"Yes," you gasped, the word barely leaving your lips before he was pushing inside, bare. "Oh my god, Steve."

Steve pulled out again to lift your hips more, adjusting you to the angle he needed before slamming back inside. You screamed into your pillow, clawing at your sheets as Steve worked his cock inside, fucking deeper into your cunt with every thrust. You could feel every ridge and vein rubbing deliciously against your walls.

"That's it, baby. Doing so good for me." Steve kissed down your spine and his lips felt... different. You could barely focus on anything but the delicious stretch of his cock, but that mouth. It felt like... fangs, like he could barely fit his sharp teeth in his mouth.

Steve nuzzled into your hair, your neck, breathing you in a he rutted into you at a brutal pace. If his big hands weren't wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to meet his heavy strokes, your head would've broken through your headboard by now. You could feel his chest hair rubbing across your back, feel his heart hammering, breathing hard.

"Steve," you whined, overwhelmed by all these confusing, amazing sensations.

"Shh, I got you, baby." Steve reached under you, squeezing your belly before dipping between your thighs to rub your swollen, achy clit. Your mind was racing with unanswered questions, but they were pushed to the back of your mind until the pleasure was all you could think about. You felt so fucking full from his cock, pounding into you over and over, so deep in your guts you could feel him in your throat.

"Feels so good, baby. Taking my cock so well. Think you can handle more?"

"More?" You didn't know what more was or if you could even handle it but you wanted it, you were already nodding your head saying, "yes yes yes".

Just as you felt a pressure in your pussy begin to swell, like a balloon expanding inside your pussy, pushing at your walls like nothing you'd ever felt before, you turned your head and locked eyes in your vanity mirror with... something.

It was Steve, but it wasn't. He looked like a Wolfman straight out of the movies. Something horrible with giant fangs and fur along his jaw, torso and arms, but something so... Steve. It was Steve, but it wasn't.

Steve looked shocked, not realizing the damn mirror was there, but he was already coming. His monstrous yellow eyes softening at the sight of your blissed out face. He exploded inside you, filling your cunt with a shout, a long low growl, as he filled you more than you've ever been filled. His fingers on your clit pushed you over the edge with him and you came, clenched down on the protrusion on his cock that was keeping his cum locked inside you.

Steve removed his hand from between your legs and you saw it, the claws at the ends of his fingers.

"Steve," you gasped

"I'm sorry. I tried to warn you," you scoff, "I shouldn't have- I thought I could control it," he clenched his fist as he spoke, hiding his claws from you.

You could barely wrap your head around it, how the man you knew had suddenly become a beast. But you've also never been fucked so good in your life. It was a lot to take in.

Your mind reeled as Steve turned you on your side, still locked inside your pussy, which felt bizarre but oddly comforting, and snuggled up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you.

"You really are the big bad wolf."

"I told you so."

"I thought you were fucking with me," you smack Steve's arm and he chuckles behind you, the low sound vibrating through your chest. "Why would I believe you?"

"Your right, I should've said something. I thought I could control it, but with the full moon and how fucking sexy you looked in the costume-"

"I looked ridiculous."

"You looked so hot. It's just my luck that your boyfriend's a piece of shit."

"Lucky me," you laugh, leaning back into Steve's chest. "So what's up with your dick?"

"Oh yeah." You're sure Steve's blushing under his fur. "It's my knot. We might be stuck together like this for a while."

"Hmm. Fine. You can show me what other weird stuff you've got going on tomorrow then."

You close your eyes, relaxing into Steve's hold on you. For a moment he think you've fallen asleep until you speak again.

"Oh my, what a big cock you have," you mumble, already half asleep.

Steve laughs, being careful not to jostle you too much. "All the better to fuck you with, Little Red."

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hii, since you asked for some Sam requests, I throught about this.

What about something where reader (female if possible) is a werewolf and it's like full moon, and she's super insecure because she doesn't want to hurt him but he stays with her during the transformation? And it's just super fluffy before and after? Also, It would be great if It was season 1 Sam :3

Thank you in advance, don't worry if you can't or don't want to do this request^^

Have a good day/night <3

.⋆｡Beneath The Moonlight｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x werewolf!plus size reader

You have a deadly secret that you’ve been keeping for almost 12 years but when Sam Winchester blows back into your life, he proves to you that it’s ok to need someone else to help with the burden

Warnings: angst, self-loathing, fear, brief references to a werewolf’s diet, self-harm in the form of using silver against herself, fluff, almost confession, I made her a little more of a traditional werewolf cause I can, brief mention of dead parents, Dean really wants to be Sammy’s wingman

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Your eyes darted to the clock above the kitchen sink as you sliced off yet another piece of pie for the ravenous hunter in your living room. There was just about an hour left till sunset- only an hour until the full moon would breach the horizon and you would be swallowed up by the monster that lived in your chest.

Even now, you could feel her flexing her claws and pushing against the walls of your mind. She wanted out and she would do anything to be free.

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing back the sting of tears as you took a deep breath and left the solitude of your small kitchen.

Sam and Dean, the sons of the man that saved you from a werewolf pack 12 years ago. John made it a habit to check in on you every once in a while but after he went missing, Dean decided that he should take on that responsibility. So as you were preparing to weather out another full moon chained up in the basement beneath your isolated farmhouse, the younger two Winchesters appeared on your doorstep, inviting themselves in. 

You knew you had to get them out, no one knew your secret and if they found out, you were sure that a silver bullet to the heart was in your future.

“It’s gettin kinda late don’t you think?” You desperately tried to keep your voice level but the flash of hazel told you that you weren’t doing a very good job. You handed Dean his third slice of pie while vehemently ignoring Sam’s gaze.

He had always known how to read your body language, even when you were both 10. “I thought you liked having us here sweetheart.” Dean attempted to croon but instead spat pie chucks across your coffee table. You shot him a look and he sheepishly wiped it up with his shirt sleeve

“I’ve got jobs I have to do early tomorrow and if you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly have the space to house two hunters.” Dean paused mid-bite and cleared his throat before a devious smirk grew over his lips.

“Well I guess not but you certainly have room for one.” Before you could comprehend what the older boy was implying, he had wolfed down the rest of his pie and sprung up from the couch with a speed you thought he could never possess, and ran out the front door while yelling behind him. “Have a good night!”

The roar of the Impala’s engine carried over the quiet fields surrounding your house before Sam was even halfway down the hall. Your hands trembled as he walked back into the room, an embarrassed smile on his face. “I’m sorry about him. I can call a taxi or just walk back to town if you really want me gone.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine Sam. Let me clean up and I’ll set up the bed for you.” Your throat was tight with anxiety as you felt the beast inside you grin. He’ll make a good snack, you could hear her say.

“I couldn’t take your bed.” He started but you waved him off with what you hoped was a comforting smile and not a grimace. 

“You’re too tall to fit on the couch and I won’t accidentally wake you up in the morning if you’re in my room.” Sam’s footsteps followed you into the kitchen. “Go on, I’ll only be a couple minutes. There should be some extra soap in the hall closet if you want a shower.”

You chanced a look back at your friend and caught the briefest glimpse of a soft look on his face. “Thank you.” He silently turned and left, presumably to make use of your small shower, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

If he was in your bedroom, he wouldn’t hear your screams as you turned.

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Pain blazed through your veins like a drug, slowly ripping you apart only to stitch you back together and do it all over again. She hated that you had tied yourself up like a dog- a silver infused iron chain wrapped around your neck and bolted to the reinforced concrete floor, the muzzle that kept her from howling bound tightly to your face and the handcuffs around your wrist that prevented you from moving lest the pure silver burn through your skin.

You eased yourself back against the far wall of the basement and turned your head to look out the lone window in the room. It was small and protected by iron bars but it allowed the warm summer breeze to wash over you, granting you a brief reprieve from the agony you were in.

As the weak moonlight finally brushed over you, your senses sharpened. You could smell the leftovers in your fridge and the scent of soap, you could see the small bugs that flew past the window and the small particles of dust that floated through the dark air. You could hear footsteps-

The basement door creaked open and you whimpered, the sound too grating on your sensitive ears. “Leave!” You snarled, your voice deeper and more dangerous as the wolf slowly consumed your mind. The footsteps continued.

Sam appeared at the bottom of the stairs, dressed only in his jeans and a t-shirt. He smelt like you with a mixture of his natural musk that you could only detect when he hugged you. His eyes were downturned and shining with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” The laugh bubbled up from your chest before you could stop it. It was broken and sounded more like a hyena’s cackle than any sound a human could make.

“I only know hunters, what would happen if I told them I need to eat hearts to live?” Sam flinched but didn’t look scared, he almost looked… sheepish.

“Guess you’re right.” He stepped closer to you, his tall body now illuminated by the pale moonlight. “What I meant to say was, why didn’t you tell me?” 

Silence washed over the both of you and your eyes dropped down. The shadows around you were steadily getting shorter, closing you into the far corner of the basement in a vain attempt to keep your wolf at bay.

“You left, like you were meant to. I’m meant to be alone.” You were struggling to speak as your mind slipped into a more primitive state. “Alone- can’t hurt anyone.”

Your ribs cracked and Sam stepped forward. Another wave of his scent washed over you making your chest rumble with a pleased sound. “I would’ve stayed, for you.” 

Warmth bloomed across your face even as your back collided with the cool brick wall. “I would’ve taken care of you.” He slowly dropped to his knees only an arm’s length away from you, the moonlight following behind him. 

Suddenly you were both ten years old again and grappling with the concept that the monsters in your nightmares were real. But yet again, there was the hazel-eyed son of a hunter telling you that everything was going to be ok and that even if no one else was, he would be there for you, no matter what.

A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek, his thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Sh-sh-should be scared.” You growled but nuzzled into his touch anyway, desperate for the first piece of physical affection you had felt since your parents died. He smiled and took the chance to place his other hand beneath where the collar rested across your neck.

“I could never be scared of you.” Your eyes sparkled with tears which he quickly wiped away as soon as they fell. “And you don’t need to be scared of hurting me or anyone else for that matter. I’ll protect you.”

The moon bathed both of you in a serene light for only a moment before your vision began to blur and your body trembled under the strain of your transformation. “I won’t leave you behind, never again.” But it sounded more like ‘I love you’.

And as you finally surrendered to the monster within you, Sam’s face was the last thing you saw and for the first time since you had been condemned to this life, you knew peace.

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Best Of Us Hidden Moments

A Moment Between Chapter 20 and 21: So You’d Want More

Summary: just little moments that I thought up after posting a chapter or just didn't flow like I wanted to

Pairing: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby Omega!Reader

Warning: A/O/B!Vers, angst, fluff, smut(all the warnings on the main story tbh)

AN: No taglist as of now for this little sub-series of Best Of Us. Wanna mainly focus onto the main story. Will be trying to post this in between chapter in no logical order tbh they're just gonna be tossed out there. 

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You were nervous-fingers typing away on an essay that you honestly had no clue on how to write. Yet here you were-winging it- teeth slightly grinding and you swear you were sweating. Yoongi was typing away his eyes casting to the paper files then back to his desk top- after he had asked you out on a date you had instantly fallen into a slightly awkward yet comfortable silence. You had finished what little work Jin had given you- having argued that you could handle more yet the older Alpha shook his head and huffed that you had a paper to write. An economics paper- the dreaded paper one that you only had a title page for and nothing else. The five page paper that was due by the end of the night. You were at this point just bullshitting half of the stuff you were writing and you couldn’t help the anxious laughter as you suddenly dropped your head down into your arms. Groaning.

“Pup?” Yoongi mumbles, making you shake your head as your laughter slightly grows as you move to sit back up as you look at him- his head slightly tilting as his slick back hair slightly moves as he sits back away from his computer. His eyes were moving from you to your computer screen and his smile grew as he watched you pout. “What is it?”

“I hate Economics-and yeah I get it it is very important for this career but still- it feels pointless.” You ramble as he chuckles “And this paper-this paper is literally gonna drive me to jump out your window- I don't understand the topic I was given let alone whatever-that mess I’ve written.” You finished with a huff, eyes closing arms crossing over your chest as you hear him inhale- the sound of his chair rolling right next to yours, his body heat radiating off of him onto you as his arms slid across the back of your chair, the other gripping your laptop and scrolling up.

“Let me see if I can help.” He mumbled making your nod as you unconsciously leaned your head against his shoulder making him tense up slightly-which in turn made you inhale and lift your head. Though his hand lands on your shoulder and slides up your neck making you look over as he smiles at you.

“Sorry I just wasn't ready for that, come back here." he whispered, making you smile as you moved to rest your head back on his shoulder. His hand is still pressing against your neck- his thumb running against your scent gland as he reads through your works-half chuckling at certain parts and then he stops and removes his hand from your neck, sliding it under you and reaching around to the keyboard to delete and retype a sentence. “That was worded horrible-how are you a senior in college.”

“I'm second in my class.”

“If they saw the sentences that would change everything.” He mumbles a teasing tone as you smack his leg making him chuckle as you feel lips press to the top crown of your head. “Also if this is you bullshiting I really want to read a paper of yours actually trying. I can see why you’re top of your class.”

“Second.” You grumbled making him huff as he stopped scrolling and moved his hand to your thigh.

“I know the only reason why you’re second and not first is because you’re an omega-so you to me are top of the class.” His words had your face heating up- your mind going hazy as you let out a soft purr like sound making him chuckle as you pull away and clear your throat, though he doesn't let you get far. “Hey-hey look at me-well hello there baby.” he muttered when seeing how dilated your eyes were-it had you closing your eyes, hands reaching to cover your face but his hands caught your wrist. “Oh no don't hide.” He chuckled his minty breath fanning your face as you felt the tip of his nose against yours as his lips gently brush against yours. “You’re fucking adorable.” he mumbled arms wrapping around you after he had turned your chair towards him. His nose brushed into your hair as you awkwardly bent forward.

“Small.” you whispered, making him chuckle again as he pulls back hand moving to your neck, thumb at the base of your chin as his pointer fingers brushes against your ear. It had you whining as he smiled at you. “Stopppp.” You whine making his laughter grow even more.

“Comeback-then we’ll work on this paper together okay? I’ll be your wall to bounce ideas off of.” nodding you let yourself breath-closing your eyes as you tried to focus on you. The way your clothes move against your skin, your hair was being slightly tugged at by the hair tie-the way his skin burned yours. It had you opening your eyes and blinking rapidly as you huff at the Alpha in front of you-his half gummy smile as his brown eyes stared into you. The feeling of his hand back at the base of your neck-brushing agasing against your scent gland really wasn't helping you ground yourself.

“Stop.” You grumbled, arms moving to push his hand away as he bites a laugh- his head shaking as he dropped his hand from your neck-though the moment his body heat wasn't against yours you felt this overwhelming feeling of sadness-of fear. His eyes widened as your sweet  cookie scent started to burn as he quickly moved back in front of you-hand placing itself right back at the base of your neck, thumb moving across your skin as he pressed his forehead against yours. It had your scent changing- sweetening back up as he chuckles at you.

“Though you knew how to control your drops without an Alpha." His teasing words came after a couple of minutes of the two of you justin sitting there-it had you huffing eyes opening-mind clear as you pushed his hand off of your neck as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Don’t make me rethink going on that date.”

“Oh no whatever shall I do-” he mumbles sarcastically, making you swat at his arm as he let out a soft chuckle as he grabbed the bottom of your chair moving his legs apart so he could roll you and your chair between them. Squishing your knees in the process. “My little Alpha heart can’t take the thought.” He pauses, eyes locked with yours as his hands resting on your thigh as you let out a shaky breath-his hand sliding up your thigh the feeling of his warm calloused hand against your skin had you shivering. Your inner omega rolling on her back- submitting- yet you fell frozen. “Of you not with me tonight.” He mumbled his fingers drawing shapes as he kept his eyes locked on yours. “Just pains me to my core.” His lips suddenly touch yours, his hand squeezing as you let out the most drawn out whine you’ve ever heard. It had him chuckling as he pulled away.

“Why’d you stop?”

“So you’d want more.” He shrugged, making you huff as he pushed you back to your original spot. Rolling next to you as he smiled at you. “Now let's get this paper finished.”

[gemini-sensei]

Omg werewolf reader and big bad vampire hawk! People might think it's weird for a vampire and a werewolf to be together but she's just a sweet puppy at heart, who else is capable of protecting her other than the big bad vampire🥺

Omg I love it.

She's so sweet with big puppy dog eyes. She couldn't hurt a fly and is just a sweetheart. All she wants to do is hang out with her friends and boyfriend, who she thinks are all the best. If people say anything about how she should be a big bad werewolf, she gets a little sad because why does she have to be that way? Isn't it great to be herself? Why would anyone want her to be like every other werewolf they've met?

Enter protective, mean prince of the night Hawk who gets pissed off whenever he sees herbsad or upset. He's keenly aware of her emotions not only because of her big heart, but because he pays attention. So when someone makes her feel bad, for any reason but especially about herself, Hawk bares his Fangs and threatens their life. What right do they have to make her feel this way? He'll give them a nice attitude adjustment, if he doesn't end up killing them.

With her, he's still the big bad vampire but he's softer with her than he is with other people. When they want to ignore the rest of the world together, he puts on a Playlist of songs he made that make him think of her. Sometimes he blasts it for everyone to hear and block them out or he plugs in his earbuds and shares them with her as they take a late night stroll.

He secretly loves to cuddle into her chubby warmth. When they're alone, he cuddles up to her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist, kissing her neck on occasion. He drags his Fangs only her neck just to tickle her and her her giggle. She shows off her sharp canines and he thinks it's so hot.

They make out a lot and bump fangs, and many people who don't understand them or their relationship think it's gross. Like, how can a werewolf and a vampire even get alone, let alone make out with each other like wild beasts? Hawk doesn't care, though, and neither does Reader. They're totally head-over-heels in love with each other and no one else's opinion of them matter. They'll make out wherever they want to 😏

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Inspiring Romance Pt. 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None :))

Genre: Fluff I guess??

Summary: You spent years happily taking care of an old man who surprisingly leaves you a huge gift when he passes. To your surprise, this gift has brought his grandson to your doorstep. Unfortunately, his grandson is one frustratingly arrogant piece of work and now thanks to his grandfather you're stuck with him for three months. You're sure his grandfather rolling in his grave watching the two of you fight every day and as much as you'd like to get along with him for his grandad's sake- he just makes it so hard to like him that you think you'll strangle him before he leaves this place. There's simply no way this could be worse.

***

You quickly finish cleaning the last table in your section and rush to put on your jacket before you clock out.

"Now where are you rushing off to this time?" Your coworker and friend Joy jokingly asks you.

"I'm rushing off to where I'm always rushing off to. I have to I have to check on Mr. Min." You tell her even though she already knows the answer.

"I don't understand why you take shifts during the day if you worry so much about that old man while you're here." Joy shakes her head.

"Despite it being my job he insists I can't spend all my time doting on him. In fact he demands I 'have a life outside of this old manor'. Even though his family wants him to have help he still prides himself on his independence. He'd have to be bedridden before he let me take care of him around the clock." You scoff.

"I say you use the time for hobbies. They pay you so well you don't need this job. The diner will go on without you, you know." Joy says.

"Even if that's true, for now, I am quite happy here thank you. And I still have time for hobbies you rude bitch." You joke. Joy laughs heartily as you clock out.

"Hey! That language is not appropriate around customers."

"I am officially off the clock so I can say whatever I damn well please. I'll see you Joy."

"Friday!" She yells after you as you push through the diner doors and head out to your car. You make the drive up to the manor you've spent most of the last few years in. It's a gorgeous property on a hill overlooking a beach. There are a few houses a short walk away and while the neighbors are friendly enough most everyone around here seems to prefer keeping to themselves.

"Mr. Min! It's y/n! I'm back from work!" You yell out as you shut the door behind you. Your job as his caretaker means you have a key to his house and he usually expects you to let yourself in and out with how often you come and go. When you don't hear a response from the old man, you make your way to the library where he usually doses off reading in the afternoons. "Mr. Min?" You gently shake him when you find him exactly where you expect him, asleep in his large reading chair with a book in his lap.

"Y/n- oh dear did I dose off?" He mutters.

"You always do Mr. Min. I've told you if you want to nap, please, do it in your bed. This can't be good for your back." You chuckle helping him out of his chair.

"Oh would you relax? My back is fine. I don't nod off on purpose but please remember I'm not a child. You worry too much."

"Mr. Min please remember it is my job to worry about you. I would be a terrible caretaker if I didn't worry. Your granddaughter would probably throw a fit." You chuckle.

"What time is it y/n?"

"It's almost five. I'll have dinner ready soon, I just wanted to find you first." You tell him.

"I'm not rushing you. I never do. You worked a morning shift today at the diner then?"

"I did. They needed me to."

"Good! If you're here all day you'll suffocate me." He jokes.

"Mr. Min if you keep talking like that you might just convince me you don't want me around." You retort as you turn on the stove to make dinner.

"And yet I've told you a dozen times to not speak so formally with me- you refuse, how can you also think I don't want you around?"

"It feels odd calling you by your first name, first of all, I work for you, and secondly you're significantly older than me. It would be like calling my grandfather by first name." You explain.

"I've heard your explanations before, still, you're practically family to me now- Mr. Min does not feel familial." He huffs.

"We'll work on a compromise."

"Hm- how was work?"

"It was fine- interesting things seldom happen on the morning shift. Joy was there."

"Joy- how is she?"

"Annoying as always. So I guess that means she's well." You shrug. Mr. Min laughs, well aware of your friendship with Joy.

"Is she still with that human of hers?"

"Yes Mr. Min. Not everyone wants to date a wolfboy you know."

"I don't understand, she'll have to keep herself a secret from him. That can't be fun."

"Well, it's not like they're getting married. If it ever gets to the point that they're planning to spend the rest of their lives together I'm sure Joy will tell him the truth."

"And that's a better option than just dating a wolf she doesn't have to keep secrets from? Why don't you advise this girl? You're friends aren't you?"

"Yes we're friends but it's certainly not my place to tell her what to do with her love life. Especially with how new I am to the wolf thing myself. If he makes her happy that's all that matters for now. You know, those wolf boys are not always so great I'm sure." 

"I believe for a girl such as yourself, or your dear friend, a wolf with always be a better match."

"Well I'll be sure to pass along your message Mr. Min." You chuckle lightly. Mr. Min has always had very peculiar opinions on dating. It's not that he's a genetic purist but he does often worry about the tendencies of humans to overreact when it comes to things they don't understand. According to Mr. Min, if you must date a human, make it a woman, he believes a woman would be less likely to turn you over to scientists to become a lab rat. You've always wondered why he harbors such strong opinions but whenever you ask he just tells you that history repeats itself if you don't learn the lessons taught by it. You wonder if perhaps someone he knew fell victim to loving the wrong human boy and paid the price for it, but at this point, you're sure he'll never tell you if that's the reason he thinks the way he does.

"Alright Mr. Min, I have to return to my apartment but I will only be gone for a few hours." You tell him after dinner is finished and the kitchen is cleaned up.

"You know you're allowed to go home. I think I can manage to put myself to bed y/n. I will see you in the morning." He tells you.

"Mr. Min-"

"I will hear no disagreements. Go home, I've eaten, the house is clean, I'm not so weak that I can't handle one night on my own. After all, you'd have to live here if I couldn't." Mr. Min laughs at his own joke.

"If you insist-"

"I do actually. Perhaps this will prove to you that I am not some frail husk of a man withering to nothing."

"I never said any of that! Your granddaughter only wants to ensure you are well taken care of in your daughter's absence." You say.

"And you take very good care of me. But I will tell you what I have always told both my daughter and my granddaugter, wolves do not break the way humans do. I am still more capable than the average person my age." Mr. Min grumbles.

"And that is why you are allowed to live in this house alone with minimal assistance. Don't push your luck Mr. Min." You smile at him.

"Minimal being the emphasized word here."

"Fine fine- I will leave you be for the night but I will be back first thing in the morning-"

"Like you always are. I look forward to it, but please enjoy your night. You are too young to be so wrapped up in the affairs of an old man." He waves you off.

"It is my job to be wrapped up in the affairs of this particular old man." You roll your eyes as you throw on your jacket and take your leave with one last shout goodbye. 

When you return to your apartment your roommate is sitting on the couch with a carton of takeout watching some sitcom you don't quite catch the name of. Your roommate Irene works for a marketing firm that keeps her pretty occupied. You shrug off your jacket and take off your shoes before you yell out to her that you're home.

"Oh hey! I wasn't expecting you to come back tonight." She says through a mouth full of lo mein.

"Mr. Min pretty much banished me for the evening." You chuckle.

"What?"

"I told him I had to come back here for something but I'd return in a few hours and he basically demanded I not come back until morning. You know how he gets with those speeches of independence." You shrug.

"You know- I don't understand, if he's so independent, why does he have a caretaker anyway?"

"As independent as he may be he does have some health problems, medications that he takes, that sometimes make it harder for him to handle all the things around his house. He knows it as well as I do but damn if he won't hold on to every shred of independence he's got." You shake your head.

"Doesn't he have any kids?" Irene frowns.

"A daughter who is sick and he's got two grandkids, the granddaughter that hired me and a grandson that he raised as I understand." You muse.

"And where is he?" Irene asks.

"Well I'd guess not even the heavens know at this point." You shrug.

"Wait what?"

"Nobody has heard from him since before his aunt got sick. His cousins have no idea where he is and I don't think Mr. Min cares enough to force him home. I mean- he barely wants me looking after him anyway. There's no reason to pester his flighty grandchild."

"It doesn't seem odd to you? That his grandson never tries to contact him?" Irene asks you.

"Mr. Min is alone for enough of the day that they very well might be in contact and I wouldn't know. Either way none of that is my business. My business is Mr. Min's wellbeing and as long as his grandson is not a deterrent to that he could be hiking Antarctica in shorts."

"Why in shorts-?"

"I am making a point here Irene- just eat your lo mein." You roll your eyes.

"I'm just saying it's weird. Did you want some by the way?" She holds the carton out to you.

"Maybe their relationship isn't good Irene. Who cares? No thanks, I just ate with Mr. Min. Maybe later."

"Okay but who would beef with Mr. Min? You always describe him as like the best old man ever. I can't imagine his grandkid hating him."

"Mr. Min is a very sweet old man as far as I know yeah, in fact he treats me like I'm his grandkid too, but that doesn't mean he's not shitty to his own. I mean he's nice to me sure but maybe that kindness came with age and he wasn't so great when his grandson was around, after all, he didn't sign up for having to raise a second generation but he had to when the kid's parents died. I don't know, and we can speculate all night but we have no way of knowing why his grandson isn't around and quite frankly your nosy ass shouldn't be worried about it. You don't even know the man." You scoff.

"But you do and he's so nice to you- his daughter's family seems to care about him a lot but- he must be so sad without his grandson around. Imagine you take all that time raising one of those crotch goblins and they don't even bother to visit you in their old age. He probably doesn't even know his granddad's got a caregiver." Irene points her chopsticks at you and you sigh.

"Irene- would you like to go with me to see Mr. Min tomorrow? Since you're so concerned with his loneliness, you can see for yourself that he's fine, happy even."

"I'd love to in fact. At least I know he's got you. And if his own grandson won't care, perhaps it's a good thing Mr. Min treats you like his granddaughter."

"Irene do you know something I don't? I know you're opinionated but this seems like a strange topic to harp on." You chuckle.

"It's just- we're wolves! Pack animals. To completely abandon your family- I mean- we don't do that!" Irene huffs.

"Irene, darling, if this has to do with your brother, I'm sure he'll come around. But don't project those concerns onto Mr. Min's family. You don't know these people, maybe his grandson has a perfectly reasonable explanation for not being around."

"Do you even know his name?"

"What?"

"His name. Mr. Min's grandson. Do you know his name?"

"Mr. Min has told me once or twice but I- I can't remember off the top of my head. You can ask him yourself tomorrow when you meet him if you like." You shrug.

"I very well might."

"Irene- do not piss off my charge. Keep your questions polite. I like the old man, I don't fancy seeing him turn angry and bitter." You warn your friend.

"I think he likes you too much to ever really be angry with you." She shrugs. You roll your eyes at her and snatch one of her fortune cookies off of the table. If there's one thing about Irene, she's not easily deterred.

***

Part 1/???

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[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Imagine your vampire husband guiding you onto your werewolf best friend’s cock, cooing softly as you winced in discomfort at the stretch.

“Oh, my little angel… you’re taking it so well, can’t you be a good girl for your dear friend and give him a litter of pups?”

You whimpered, staring down at your friend. His wrists were bound to the bed frame, but you could see in his eyes that all he wanted to do was ravish you, to have his hands all over your soft, delicate body.

But your husband held the reins. He was the one guiding you, digging his nails into the werewolf’s thigh if he bucked his hips upwards a bit too roughly.

Your husband sneered, looking down at your friend with his scarlet eyes.

“Gentle, mutt. Getting to fuck my wife is a privilege that I can take away. Now…”

His voice became gentle again, a purr escaping his lips as his fangs brushed against your neck. “Is it feeling good, my angel? Oh, you want it a little faster?”

Even though you were bouncing on your friend’s cock, you called out your husband’s name. He was the one moving your hips at the perfect pace, rubbing your clit in circles and biting into your neck, your friend was basically just a dildo to your husband.

“There we go, take his knot love. It’ll be uncomfortable for a moment, but you’ll get used to it…”

After leaving both of you a complete mess, your husband untied your friend, then carried you away. “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart. Shh, don’t worry about him… he’s already asleep.”

Your husband ravished you as soon as you were in his bedroom, reveling in the fact that he got to touch you when no one else could.

[sensei-venus]

drooling… vampire!sam… ohmigodineedhersobad

( @gemini-sensei )

Omg now I can't stop thinking about Vampire!Sam fighting with Vampire!Tory or Werewolf!Tory over Reader.

Their little human~😈🥰

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 13: Alpha

Derek and Sam rushed to the hospital where she met face to face with Melissa.

"Sam! What're you doing here? Are you okay?", she rushed. Sam nodded, giving her a hug.

"I'm fine. I just heard about Lydia. Is she okay?", Sam asked. Melissa gave her a weird look. "You're worried about Lydia?"

Sam frowned. "Am I not allowed to be? She's in the hospital!"

Melissa smiled. "What even happened?", Sam asked, feigning innocence.

"You didn't hear? It was all over town. Some animal attacked her. Mountain lion, they think."

"Mountain lion?", Sam asked, "those things are back again?"

"Appears so."

"That's a shame…", Sam smiled. "so Lydia, where is her room?"

"Visiting hours are over kiddo, sorry."

"Please…", Sam gave her a pout. Melissa sighed and looked around.

"Go.", she said.  The girl grinned. "Room 103 right down the hall and to the left. First door on your left."

"I'll only be a minute!", Sam called, rushing to Lydia's room. She looked in through the large window. Lydia laid asleep in her bed with an oxygen mask around her nose and mouth. Her hands were completely still on top of the blanket.

She wasn't dead, but dammit if she wasn't close.

Her skin looked sickly pale and her lightened red hair looked faded.

Even out of it, she looked beautiful…

Sam sighed, shaking her head as she walked in. She looked at her for a moment, scanning her collarbone before her eyes widened.

Everything changed in a second.

The once peaceful looking Lydia was now torn open, her blood splattered everywhere, all over the room walls.

Her eyes were open and blank and her cheeks looked sunken in.

Sam backed away as she looked at the blood splattered wall that seemed to spell out words like someone had dragged their finger into it.

You're next.

She panted and squeezed her eyes shut, and only opened her eyes to hear a steady beep of Lydia's heart monitor.

The room looked normal again. Not bloody or horrifying.

Normal… 

Sam sighed, placing a hand over her heart. What the hell was that shit?

She turned around and jumped at the sight of Derek staring at her outside the window. She frowned at him as she left the room.

"You okay?", he asked. Sam crossed her arms. "Can you not do that? You're gonna sneak up on the wrong person and get clocked. Let's go."

He rolled his eyes and followed her out of the hospital, dropping her back at her house.

Sam got properly dressed and grabbed her bag.

She pulled out her phone and looked at the time.

9:34am

"Shit, I'm late.", she says and Derek watches her run around getting ready.

"Where is Stiles?", Sam muttered, shooting him a text.

"Had to get to school early. Lots of police stuff going on concerning Kate. SYL.", he responded.

She rolled her eyes. "This boy…" she groaned, shoving her phone into her jean pocket.

"Take the car.", Derek said and threw her the key.

She caught it and looked at him "You sure?"

"I've got scoping stuff to do. Go before I change my mind."

Sam grinned, fist pumping the air and running out of the house.

"Don't crash my car!", he called after they left.

"I got it!", she replied, and sped off.

Catching up with Stiles, she slapped the back of his head. "Thanks for picking me up, Stillinski."

He smiled sheepishly. "My bad."

The day didn't go so bad, aside from the constant mumbles of Kate being killed and how bad everyone felt for Allison and hints of Lydia in the hospital.

No one knew anything and it kinda relieved Sam.

"I've been thinking about your plan.", Scott said as he and Stiles got back to Sam's room.

"Now, you're thinking?", Sam sarcastically asked. 

"You're late.", Derek said from her desk, reading a book, finally getting up and leaving.

"What's his problem?", Scott asked, confused.

"Well, he's got anger issues, he's—"

"Stiles.", Sam warned. He kissed his teeth, plopping on her bed.

"What's his problem? Other than the obvious.", Stiles asked.

"Alpha stuff. You guys were supposed to be here a while ago.", she says, pointing to her digital clock on the wall.

5:15 pm. 

"Sorry, we had a stop to make.", Stiles pointedly said towards Scott who looked away sheepishly. 

"A stop? For what--", her eyes widened in understanding. "Allison…"

The boys nodded simultaneously.

"So I'm taking it that she's getting used to the whole werewolf thing now."

"Yeah." Scott replaced Derek's position at her desk. "So, back to thinking about your plan…"

"Yeah, no."

"There's no other choice! You're not sacrificing yourself!", Scott exclaimed. Sam sighed harshly.

She was ready to be bait if it meant Scott and Derek could take down Peter. She never said she planned on dying. But she saw where he's coming from. He hadn't seen her in two days and he didn't wanna risk it again.

"Fine.", she replied, "then my only choice is to get out of town. But I don't know if that's gonna work since we still have to go to school."

"No.", they responded simultaneously.

"Do you know how frustrating this is? I have to either listen to you and risk losing my life or not listen to you and I still risk losing my life."

"Regardless, your plan's not happening, Sam.", Scott told me.

Sam sighed and laid back against her bed. "Fine. Whatever."

Scott left Stiles and Sam after a while and they spent time watching tv until 10 hit. Her mom had came home, waving at Stiles and giving them a hug before she walked upstairs, letting them know they could eat whatever as she slept.

"You haven't eaten yet. Aren't you hungry?", Stiles spoke up.

"No, I'm not hungry.", Sam shook her head, still staring at the tv.

She didn't know if she wanted to eat. Not with everything happening. Something as mundane as eating bothered her while Peter was just out there planning her demise.

"So what are your thoughts on Derek?", Stiles asked suddenly. 

"Why are you bringing him up?", she asked. He shrugged. "You haven't said much and out of all of us, you were the most affected by him leaving us."

Sam frowned. He was right in a way. She was hurt. She didn't know why, though. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to reassure her that everything was okay. He could only do so much.

"We just haven't heard from him for so long, y'know? With him teaming up with Peter and then helping me… Peter knows...I'm just scared."

"I feel you."

"So, you trust him now?"

Sam nodded. "Do you?"

"Eh, I'm not sure yet. I just went with what he said to do. I mean, even with him being with Peter, it was kinda off. Did he tell you everything that happened?", Stiles asked.

Sam nodded.

"He wasn't mad at you or trying to leave you, y'know. He said it was hard to do that.", Stiles confessed before his phone rang. "Speak of the devil.", he muttered, showing his phone to her before answering.

"Yes, Sourwolf.", he answered. She could hear Derek's muffled fussing and smiled at Stiles' expression.

"I didn't hear a please!", he yelled and pulled his phone back to see that Derek had hung up. He sighed and pouted. "He's such an ass."

"Let's go.", he sighed, getting up and pulling out his keys.

"Go where?"

"Derek's."

"Why doesn't he just drive here?"

"Derek's on official Alpha business so it looks like I'm on Sammy duty so I'm dragging you to his house before he rips my throat out.", Stiles gave her a sarcastic grin before leading her out of the house.

Thankfully her mom was sleep so they didn't disturb her too much as they left.

He had walked out of the house first and made sure the coast was clear. Sam rolled her eyes, walked out of the house and locked the door.

"You're supposed to wait for the all clear.", the boy whined.

Sam grinned as they walked to Stiles' jeep, immediately hopping inside. The streets were dark and empty, no cars in sight.

"We don't know what to do about Lydia.", Stiles said as they drove.

"She'll be fine.", Sam says, giving him a reassuring smile. "Derek said that he's never seen this before.", Stiles shook his head.

"She's Lydia. She'll pull through. Maybe the dye in her head will help.", Sam says, rolling her eyes. 

"You know if she turns you're still going to have to be friends with her.", he says.

"Shut up."

Stiles' Jeep suddenly forcefully jerked forward as it felt like something hit it. Stiles slammed his foot on the break and they were lurched forward and then slammed back into their seats.

"What the hell was that?", Sam looked at him before looking at the road. There was nothing in the street in front his car, just a long, dark, narrow road surrounded by forest.

"Something hit my Jeep." Stiles' hands were tightened around the steering wheel. "Crap, what if I hit an animal or something?", he whimpered. 

"Or something? There's literally nothing there, your raggedy ass Jeep just burned out. It was about time!"

"Hey! Don't insult the baby.", he whined, snapping at her. "Seriously, if I dented it because I hit an animal, I'm dead."

"Yeah because one dent would make a difference to the other hundreds you've caused.", Sam says, rolling her eyes. 

Stiles unbuckled his seat belt and reached for the door handle. Sam quickly grabbed him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh, there was something in the street, I hit it. I'm making sure the front of my car isn't dented?", Stiles got out of the car and Sam did the same. They walked over to the front of his car. He bent down to examine the damage.

"Aw, what the hell is this?", Stiles groaned, examining a dent on the front. Sam sighed and walked back to her side.

He whined and Sam turned around to scold him. "It's not even that serious, Sti.", Sam says, turning around and widening her eyes at the sight of Peter who smirked back at her.

"Fuck…", she muttered, trembling. 

She couldn't scream. She couldn't warn Stiles. Hell, he couldn't do nothing. He could get killed. 

Peter grabbed her head, his claws prickling into her neck and shoved it against the metal of Stiles' car. Sam blacked out the moment her head made the impact.

Stiles jumped at the sound of the impact, trying to figure out why his Jeep shook. He stood up straight. "Why're you putting more dents in it?", he started as he walked over to her side, only to see she wasn't there.

His heart dropped. How could he have left her out of his sight so quick??

He quickly called Scott, panicked that their best friend was taken just under his nose.

He glanced at the dent in the front of his Jeep in realization. Peter planned this... He waited... He knew Stiles wouldn't have been able to fight back...

Stiles' clenched his fist as he let out a loud "Fuck!".

Sam woke up in the middle of the woods. No where was familiar and she immediately panicked.

"Finally.", she heard a voice behind her. She turned around to see Peter smiling at her. His red orbs stared directly at her with vicious intent.

"You fucking pissant.", she sneered, backing away from him. He didn’t look fazed. He wasn't listening to her. He was the predator, she was his prey.

She continued stepping back. “I finally have you. You’re going to be a part of my pack, whether you like it or not.”, he threatened. His hands reached for her and flinched, but he shoved her back to the ground. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

“You got what you wanted, Kate’s dead, now get the hell on!”, Sam yelled, backing away.

His eyes turned back to their blue color as he shook his head no. "Just imagine being part of my pack, being a werewolf! You'll be perfect, so much better. I'm not a bad man, Samantha. I'm helping you. The bite is a gift."

"Well, I don't want it.”, Sam declined.

"Oh, Samantha. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that you can’t return gifts?" He quickly took her arm in his hand and brought her wrist to his lips. Just before he could bite, she swung her fist into his face, making him growl and pull away.

She shoved her foot into his knee and ran.

Peter let out a loud roar that shook the setting. This sucked so much.

Derek wasn’t here. Stiles wasn’t here. Scott wasn’t here. She was gonna die... Or be turned. It was a lose-lose regardless.

"There's no point in running!", Peter roared behind her. She had no chance in the woods. This was his advantage. She needed to find a road. It was hard to do that, though, running so fast through the dark green forest only lit by whatever light the moon gave.

She hoped Stiles hurried and told the other two that she was taken. It’d help a lot right now!

Sam let out a shout as she was dragged down. She tried to grab onto whatever she could as Peter pulled her toward him.

She screamed as his claws punctured into her skin. He flipped her over, growling at her as he hovered over her face. His face was totally wolfed out, his red eyes pierced her and his mouth was full of fangs.

He leaned down as his claws held her down, finally biting her side. A loud scream escaped her as she threw her head back in pain. She kicked him off of her once more, stumbling to her feet and running again.

How could this have gone so wrong so quickly? What the hell... 

Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping around her waist and mouth. Sam yelled in pain as the arm around her waist pressed into the bite wound and she bit onto the hand that covered her mouth. The person quickly turned around and she was met with Scott’s golden eyes. “It’s me! It’s me, stop!”, he hushed her.

He caught her dizziness and got her up, carrying her on his back and took off. The bite was already settling in. Pain spread to her stomach and she almost felt nauseous as Scott ran.

They eventually entered some clearing. Scott looked around as he backed away from where they came from.

Suddenly they were tackled down, and Scott was thrown away from Sam. Someone pulled her into their arms and she looked up to see Stiles’ panicked face.

"Hey, hey, I got you.", he comforted her. Through her teary, blackening vision she watched as Scott and another figure fought Alpha Peter.

She took in the sight of Derek’s electric blue eyes, full of anger and hate. Peter roared as Derek slashed his side with his claws. Stiles left to grab something which caught Scott’s attention.

"Now!", Scott roared. Stiles had thrown the glass object at Peter, and out of nowhere an arrow shot it right at Peter.

Derek and Scott evaded the blast of fire that exploded right when the arrow hit the contaminants of the glass. The fire engulfed Peter as he swiped, roared, and finally fell, reverting back to his human form.

Stiles rushed over to Sam, trying to help her up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...", he whispered in her hair as he held her close.

The fire finally calmed down which revealed a charred Peter. They looked to where the arrow was shot from and saw Allison Argent, kneeling on the ground with a bow in her hands.

Scott ran to her side, keeping her protected. Derek began making his way over to his uncle, hands clenched in tight fists. He stretched a leg over and stood over Peter's body. He kneeled down pulling Peter up by his burnt body.

"Wait! You said the cure comes from the one you bit you! Derek, if you do this, she’ll be stuck like this forever! We had a deal!", Scott shouted.

Derek didn’t say anything but Peter chuckled gravelly. "It's already…. Done. No need to keep… me here. You've already...decided."

Derek stared at his uncle with rage. "I can smell it on you!", Peter yelled. Derek began shaking in anger and he lifted his hand.

"Wait, no, no, don't!", Scott pleadingly yelled. Sam looked away as Derek's claws slashed through his uncle's throat. Peter choked then slumped.

Behind Stiles, she could see Chris Argent standing far behind Allison, a bow and arrows in his hands. He was looking at Derek, then to Sam. He glanced at the bite in her side, his eyes hardening.

"I'm the Alpha now.", Derek said, deeply as his eyes changing to a bright red as he glared at them.

"What did you do!?", Scott cried. "How could you?" Derek's red eyes glanced at Sam then at the bite in her side. Realization flashed through his eyes. Peter had finally gotten what he wanted but died for it.

"Sam…", she heard Stiles say. Her loud silence confirmed his questioning as his face contorted in anger and sadness before snapping his attention to Derek. “You prick!”, he yelled.

Sam started shaking, hiding her face in Stiles’ shirt. She couldn’t go back to being normal. Her life was practically over. She couldn’t bring this back home.

What would her mom think? Would she kick her out? Sell her to people who'd want to make experiments...?

"How could you do this!? She was supposed to kill him if she got bit!", Scott yelled as he stormed over to Derek. She couldn't have done it anyways. She's never killed someone, much less kill someone to save her own life. 

"He had to go.", Derek mumbled, blankly. "He had to be stopped."

"So how exactly do you think either of us are going to get cured?", Scott pointed at Sam and him.

"You don't.", Derek replied. His response left Scott angry and almost speechless. 

Scott huffed. "If she dies, this is on you."

"She won't.", Derek declared as Scott's face pinched up before he ran over to Sam and Stiles.

Sam could barely hear the boys' profused apologies, she was passing out again. 

The only thing she can remember is the lightened part of Derek’s face that faced her as he looked at her with a sympathetic look before she passed out.

Sam looked around in the woods. She was alone. At this point she really hoped she was. Peter was killed. She saw that. But... 

“You let him get to you…”, she heard someone whisper. It sounded like a woman. “It’s a miracle you’re not dead yet, although, that would be thanks to me.”

Sam turned around to see bright golden eyes. A woman in a black, sheer gown stood before her. Actually, she was levitating. She gave the girl a smile as she came towards Sam. “I doubt you want to stay here any longer. So we’ll be talking later.”

She turned away from her. “W-Wait!” She stopped and looked at Sam over her shoulder. Her gaze was so intimidating. Heavy. Intense.

“W-Who are you…?”, Sam asked. She gave her a smile. “You'll know soon my child.”

Sam woke up abruptly, instantly groaning as she felt the pain in her side. She looked down and lifted her shirt, revealing a gauze wrapped around her torso. She could see the red patch in the middle of the gauze.

She sighed. She really was bit. Nothing was gonna change that now. She got up and walked downstairs to see Stiles eating an apple and Scott sitting next to him. “Good morning~”, Stiles said with a tired smile.

No Derek... 

"Stiles, shut up.", Scott mumbled, rubbing his temples. “Someone has to be perky this morning.”, Stiles said. He pointed to a box of doughnuts on the table. "Want some food?"

Sam looked at the box and her stomach immediately turned. She covered her mouth and ran to a nearby bathroom, hurriedly dropping to her knees and emptying her stomach’s contents.

She whined to herself as she spat out bits of her bile before Scott and Stiles ran into the bathroom. She lightly pressed a hand on her bitten side as it burned as well as her throat.

Did Scott have to deal with this…? He seemed perfectly fine. He was up and running like it was no body’s business.

She sighed as she wiped her mouth, leaning against the wall. "You’re not pregnant, are you?", Stiles asked, bewildered.

Scott and Sam looked at him, irritated. "I'm not pregnant!", she rasped from the floor, feeling nauseous again. "Something's seriously wrong, though.", Scott said. Sam nodded.

"Of course Derek wouldn’t be here when something happens. So, let's see it.", Stiles sighed, frustrated.

"See what?", Sam asked, confused.

"Your “non-existent” bite. It must have healed already.", Stiles responded.

"Uh, no, it’s burning right now.", she says, coughing.

"It took a few more hours longer than this, so… wait a little.", Scott said.

"Can you get up?", Stiles asked. Sam sighed and eased herself from the tile floor. She looked back at the contents in the toilet. It was black. Like she just threw up a dark, toxic wasteland. She flushed everything down and walked with them into the kitchen, washing her hands and rinsing her mouth out.

She plopped on the couch, grabbing a couch pillow and holding it against her. “Go home, you two.”, she says, tiredly. 

Stiles sat on the floor while Scott sat beside her.

"We're not leaving you. We'll be with you through every step of this just like you were for me, yeah?", Scott reassured her and Sam nodded.

Stiles placed the back of his hand over her forehead, "You sure you're okay? You didn't look too good back there."

She hummed, enjoying his cold hand. “I’m okay. Promise."

"So what do you prefer, Revenge of The Sith or the Notebook?", Scott held up two dvd’s in his hands. Sam looked at Stiles, unamused. “I didn’t know what to get!”, he cried, shrugging.

Sam sighed. “Star Wars, please.”

So the trio finished watching the two and a half hour movie. The boys had ate the rest of the donuts and stayed, playing a MK game as she watched. Sam smiled and sighed, fading in and out of consciousness. 

Sam tapped Scott, “Do you know when Derek's coming back?" He checked his phone. "Soon. At least he said soon."

Sam sighed, slowly sitting up as they finished a round. “I’m gonna go wash up.”, she says and they nodded.

Sam rolled her eyes as she unwrapped the gauze. Everything else seemed to have healed but the bite. She sighed and looked for a first aid kit she had and took it out before getting washed up.

Washing up was taking longer since this bite was in the way. Minutes passed by and she got a text from Scott. Call me if you start feeling…not human.

She closed her eyes before frowning at the feel of something dripping out of her nose. She wiped her nose to see a black substance on the back of her hand.

She looked at the bite as it had also leaked black. The water below her went from soapy white water to soapy black foam.

Sam kept wiping her face until she just turned off the water, stepped out of the shower with a towel and washed her face in the sink. 

Sam sighed as the black substance finally stopped flowing. She let out another breath and looked down at her bite as it dripped from being wet.

She wiped it up and dried it before dressing the wound and finally getting dressed comfortably.

She wasn't sure if she should've told Scott…

Sam sighed as she laid onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. What the hell was this… 

Why did she feel so sick…? What was up with the bleeding??

Her thoughts ran so much and so loud that she didn't notice Derek had rushed into her room. She glanced at him as he seemed to calm down.

She gives him a small smile. "Hi.", she says.

"You're sick.", he says, walking over to her. Before she could get a word out, he fixed her with a knowing look. "Don't lie to me. Scott told me what happened."

She waved him off. "So what? I caught a fever or something. Big whoop."

"The bite hasn't healed yet.", he says, suddenly. She looked at him then looked at her shirt that covered her bite. "How'd you…" 

Derek rolled his eyes. "Werewolf. I can tell. It can take longer for some people."

Derek took in her state. She looked exhausted and sick. She was barely under her blankets so he assumed she had a fever. The bite was taking a toll on her. One he wasn't prepared to see again.

Derek sat himself at her desk. In silence, he stared at her solemnly. "I'm…I'm sorry."

Sam's eyes widened a bit as he apologized. "I tried to do everything in my power to stop it.", he explained.

"I know you did, I appreciate it anyways. He was just too strong.", she says, giving him a weak smile. He didn't return it, leaving the seat at her desk and sat by her bed.

"You don't have to worry about him anymore.", he said, placing the back of his hand on her forehead. She felt cold, but since she was clammy from the shower and the AC blowing in her room, his hand was a contrast. It felt good.

She hummed as his hand slid to her cheek, his fingertips lightly grazing her skin. "You'll feel better once you turn, you wont be sick anymore.", Derek determined softly.

"I don't want to turn.", she softly frowned at him. He looked at her, his own frown showing a hint of sadness.

"I'm scared. I don't know what to do. How can I even tell my mom…? I don't want her to find me one day and I don't have control over myself or something on the news of something dying and it being my fault.", she hoarsed.

"I'll help you through it. I promised.", he said as he cupped her cheek and she smiled a bit. "You did."

She covered his hand with hers, her frown appearing again. "Aren't the Argents gonna kill me?" Derek frowned at her question.

"I won't let them. And I doubt Scott will let it happen neither.", he said. She hummed and nodded, feeling sleepy again. Derek took notice and talked about nonsense enough to make sure she was having her rest.

Her heartbeat didn't slow down enough to worry him, but enough to make sure that she was really sleeping and not dying.

He really hoped she wasn't. He'd never hear the end of it from the two boys and he'd never forgive himself.

"Samantha..." A familiar voice whispered. Sam woke up abruptly.

She looked around her room to find it empty. Her heart raced as she sat up and looked at her door. Who called her…?

"Samantha..." 

She felt light all of a sudden. Nothing hurt anymore. If anything, it felt like nothing. Like all her senses were gone but her sight.

"Let's go, Samantha.", the voice urged as she walked downstairs silently. 

She saw the tv was on in the living room and she could see Derek asleep on the couch.

She snuck past him, making her way out of the house and onto the silent, empty street.

Was she... sleepwalking? Spirit walking???

She couldn't remember which was what. 

"Just a little bit longer, Samantha, we're almost there.", the voice encouraged as she continued down the street and walked to an unfamiliar part of the woods.

"Just a little more...", she heard before she felt someone yank her back, making her take in a gasp. "What the hell are you doing?" Derek's voice made her look at him in shock.

She looked around as he looked at her. What the hell?

This wasn't a dream? It wasn't.

She definitely walked here… but why?? She looked into the trees, trembling. What the hell was that...? Who was calling her?

Derek frowned as he took in her fast paced heartbeat and picked her up.

"Derek…", she whimpered, panicking. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Hey, hey, calm down."

She couldn't stop hyperventilating as Derek led her out of the woods, pausing to try and calm herself himself but the shortness of her breath caused her to black out slowly.

Sam's eyes slowly lifted open, as she let out a breath.

Her body felt loose. Relaxed even. Was she okay? She felt okay.

Was she allowed to be okay??

What's--

She looked down at her clothing, immediately sitting up as she heard the increasing beeping of a heart monitor.

She was in a hospital??? Derek took her to the hospital?

She looked up as Deaton walked into the room. "Morning.", he said, smiling.

"Morning…?", Sam replied, suspiciously as she looked at the syringe in his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. What're you doing with that?", she asked, her eyes never leaving the needle in his hands.

Deaton chuckled at her subtle panicking and gave a sigh. "You got attacked by an animal."

She frowned in confusion. "An animal? What are you talking about--"

"It was the same thing that happened to Lydia Martin, such a shame, isn't it?", he asked, as she caught on.

"Yeah…", she says, her shoulders dropping. 

"Derek Hale found you in the woods last night, wandering around disoriented.", he says.

Sam nodded. "So, I'm not dying?"

"No.", Deaton smiled. "Then I turned?", she frowned.

"No.", he says, bluntly. Sam looked at him in confusion. "I – what?"

"You didn't turn. It's been a little over 40 hours since you received the bite. It's still there and you're still…human.", he confirmed, quietly. 

Sam shook her head. "Derek said there was no other option. You turn or die, there was no in between. You seen something like this before?"

"No, I've only heard of it."

"In who?", she asked, raising an eyebrow. Deaton took a deep breath before letting it out through his nose.

"Lydia Martin." Her eyes widened. 

"Neither of us turned?"

"But you reacted differently, as well as she. She was rejecting the bite as if she was allergic. Your body was rejecting the bite as if you were sick and dying…but it just never happened. Lydia's body has calmed down from the allergy, but she hasn't awoken yet so we're not fully sure if she's turned. Though the bite is still there, so maybe she's delayed."

"I don't understand."

"None of us do."

"Where are boys?", Sam asked. 

"Scott? Waiting room. Derek? Pursuing his new Alpha duties, but he's been in here most of the night."

"And Stiles?"

"After hearing the all clear for you, he ran straight for Lydia Martin's room."

"What'd you put in my IV?", Sam asked, glancing at the syringe in his hand.

"Stuff to help your body with the bite. Anti-werewolf magic.", he whispered with a grin.

"Well, whatever it is, I feel like I could walk on water.", she say, rolling her shoulders.

"Well they did give you medicine to treat the bite, so you can go home.", he says, making her cheer silently.

"I'm so done with hospitals.", Sam says, smiling. 

"Before you go, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Deaton sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah?" He looked at her with a slight worried look in his eyes. 

"Derek. He's an Alpha now, he took over Peter's position, so you need to be careful of him and observe his behavior. He's stronger now, more powerful. But he's going to need a pack. Just like Peter tried to grow his, and Derek will try too. Not with you, if he can help it, but with others.", he warned. 

Sam's eyebrows furrowed at the thought of Derek just going around biting people. He, of all people, warned her and Scott of the danger of just biting people, so it'd be hypocritical on his part if he did it.

"I'll watch out.", she told the older man.

Sam sighed and stretched with a smile as Scott pulled into her driveway. 

"Thanks again for taking me home, Scotty.", Sam says, ruffling his hair. "You're full of energy today.", he noted, smiling. "I'm just glad you're okay. You were scaring me yesterday."

"Yeah, me too.", she says. "I told Derek it had to have been a fever. I'm back to normal as can be."

Though she had a feeling that wouldn't last. Best not to break Scott's happy spirit.

"Yeah… you sure you don't want me to stick around? You know, to make sure you're fully okay?", he asked.

She chuckled, unbuckling herself. "If you stick around any longer, I might have to headbutt you.", she joked as she got out. He chuckled.

"After all, you need to go check on Allison.", she teased, making the apples of his cheeks turn rosey.

He smiled. "Yeah, yeah." She smiled at him, "Seeya, Scott.", she says, before closing the door and walking to her house, entering the empty house. She sighed as she closed the door. It was hard keeping all this mess from her mom.

While she was out back and forth from work, Sam was out in danger time and time again, right under her nose.

She walked over to the kitchen finding a snack to eat, finally feeling hungry. As she ate, she didn't feel as nauseous which helped her worries a lot.

But one popped up as she heard a knock on her door. She sighed and walked over to the door, peeking through the peephole before opening it for Derek.

"Hey.", he says, as he walks inside. "Hello to you too.", she says, closing the door.

"Done with your new Alpha business?", she asked.

"Yes.", he replied, sitting at the table with her.

"Well good. Kinda thought you were done with us.", she says, joking. He didn't like that. 

"What happened last night?", he asked, frowning at her. "I don't know," she shrugged. He leaned back in his seat.

"I just wanna know. One minute you were sleep, I was sleep, and then the next I found you walking towards the woods and ignoring me on the way.", he explained.

"Ignoring you?", Sam asked, confused.

"You just kept on walking like I wasn't even behind you.", he says. 

She looked down. "I did see you sleeping on the couch but I thought I was dreaming. Hell, I thought I was sleepwalking. I couldn't feel or hear a thing but this voice in my head telling me to go to the woods. For what, I don't know."

"A voice? When did you start hearing this voice? Why didn't you say anything?", he ordered. She looked at him in confusion. What was she supposed to say? If she told this to anyone else, they'd find her crazy.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Derek. One thing happened, I ended up in the hospital and now I'm here and fine. Can you try not to be a hardass or whatever for one minute.", she argued.

He sighed through his nose, shaking his head. "Fine."

She sighed as well, looking over at him, unsure. "Can't you be happy that I haven't died or turned yet? I don't know what's going on but I know I'm okay. Aren't you relieved?"

His face softened and he sighed again. "I am. You… you worried me last night. I didn't know what the hell you were doing or going. I had no clue. Being alpha was the only thing I focused on and you are also my objective to stay focused on, but I didn't know what to do."

She stood up and walked over to him. She walked behind him to give him a hug. "I'm okay. Really. I'm sorry I've been worrying you guys. I was so focused on getting Scott some help and trying to get rid of Peter that I didn't realize the hurt and stress I caused. I'm sorry, Derek."

He patted her arm, rubbing his thumb along her covered skin. "Can you at least let me know when you have these weird feelings you get? That way, I'd know to come to you. No matter what it is."

She smiled. "Promise."

The next few hours, Sam got a panicked text from Stiles. He was at the hospital, only leaving for a couple of minutes and returned to see that Lydia had gone missing. Naked.

She disappeared from the hospital without a trace and now all of Beacon Hills Police Department was scouring the entire county looking for the undressed redhead.

Stiles even pressed his friends to do so as well.

Leave it up to Lydia to work up Stiles' nerves. When he panicked, it's way worse than when he's on Adderall.

Sam sighed as Stiles' jeep came up to her house. She put on some shoes and opened the door. The passenger door opened and Scott stuck his head out, letting her know that they needed to go.

"Any hits?", Sam asked, hopping in. Stiles sped down the road. 

"No.", Allison replied with a sigh. That's right, Lydia was her friend. She still felt off about the Argent daughter as she teetered her trust as well.

But she felt bad. Just a little.

"If she's turning, they won't kill her right?", Stiles frantically asked Allison.

"I don't know, they won't tell me anything. All they said was they'd talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here.", Allison explained, sadly.

Sam rolled her eyes. Should she really have a funeral…? What about the Hale family who didn't have proper funerals?

"What others?", Sam asked. If there were more Argents, that'd really faltered her trust. 

"I-I don't know. They won't tell me that either.", she said, frustrated.

"Wow, okay your family has some serious communication issues to work out.", Stiles says and turns his attention to Scott. "Scott, are we going the right way?" Stiles yelled. Scott sniffed the air, his head hanging out of the window. 

"Take the next right."

Stiles swung his jeep around the corner, yanking them all in the opposite direction.

"Stiles, ease up on the gas!", Sam yelled from the back.

She frowned as they came up to Derek's old house.

"She came here?", Stiles asked Scott. 'You sure?"

"Yeah this is where the scent leads.", their friend replied.

They got out and looked around.

"Yeah, alright, but has Lydia ever been here?", Stiles asked.

"Not with me," Allison said. All three pairs of eyes landed on Sam.

"What the f-- I didn't take her here! Why exactly would I take her to Derek's house out of all places?", Sam exclaimed.

"Maybe she came here to… I don't know, maybe she was looking for Derek.", Allison suggested.

"You mean looking for an alpha?", Scott corrected.

"Wolves need a pack right?", Stiles asked. Scott smelled the air, searching for any hit of Lydia.

"Not all of them."

Sam looked around the front of the Hale house, frowning at the porch. She can't believe they automatically tried to blame her. What the hell… 

"Whoa hey, look at this. You see this? I think it's a tripwire.", Stiles alerted them. They came to see what he was pointing at and he was pulling at a wire indeed.

Sam slapped his hand. "The hell is wrong with you!?"

"Uh, Stiles?", Scott's straining voice said from behind them. They turned around to see him hanging upside down. "Oh…", Stiles shrunk.

Sam snickered, seeing Scott look around in confusion.

"Next time you see a tripwire, don't trip it.", Allison says, keeping her laugh to herself as she steadies Scott's swinging.

"Noted.", Stiles stifled a laugh. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Someone's coming! Hide.", Scott hurried them and they hid behind some bushes.

"This is exactly why you don't pull trip wires!", Sam fussed. They could hear Allison's dad's voice, along with Scotts. Keeping quiet as Chris and his groupies talked to Scott, they disappeared into the night. They came out of their hiding spaces and rushed back to Scott.

"You okay?", Allison asked, concerned.

"Just another life threatening conversation with your dad.", Scott shrugged. Allison looked around and found the release for the trip wire.

"Sam, help me with this." They rushed over to a tree where wires were placed. Stiles stayed by Scott's side as the girls helped him down. 

"How does your dad even do this? You've got to be a genius to set these things up.", Sam groaned, confused and fiddling with the contraption.

The girls heard a thud and a yell and found Scott and Stiles tangled on the floor.

"Thanks.", Scott groaned, getting pushed by Stiles.

They finished scoping for the night, not finding anything.

Sam sighed, getting a text from Allison the next morning as she and Stiles headed to school.

"What's the matter?", Stiles asked. "Allison.", Sam grumbled. She pocketed her phone and sat back against the jeep seat.

He frowned. "You guys aren't fighting, are you?"

Sam shook her head. "No, idiot. She's upset about her aunt's death but not me. I'm glad. Good riddance."

Stiles chuckled. "Damn."

She smiled but it dropped as they drove past the Beacon Hills graveyard and they saw several cop cars parked on the side of the road. Stiles slowed up on his driving. "What the hell's my dad doing here?"

He pulled over besides the bunches of cop cars.

"Do you think they found Lydia?", he asked her. Sam sighed. They both got out of the jeep.

"No. There would be ambulances and stuff if that was the case.", Sam says. Stiles ignored her as they came up to the scene.

There was an open grave, and beside it was Sheriff Stillinski along with Isaac Lahey who was on the lacrosse team and his father, Mr. Lahey.

They were in a deep conversation and Mr. Lahey looked pissed. The two stood to the side, watching them carefully for a couple seconds.

Sam noticed Isaac had a bad bruised eye and she frowned. She's known Isaac as long as she knew Scott and Stiles. He wasn't as bad as Jackson so she tolerated him.

He didn't bother anybody and occasionally talked to Scott and Stiles. She wasn't sure if they had a conversation outside of school considering he sat next to her during Finstock's class.

She noticed he frequently came to school with bruises, cuts, and scrapes. She didn't bring it up because she assumed he was dealing with pricks outside of school. But it got concerning sometimes.

His father, who was also the head coach of the swim team, threw her in a loop with his constant frustration towards the male students. He had a harsh demeanor towards everyone on the swim team, but had it been someone that wasn't on the team, he was nicer.

She couldn't imagine how Isaac would feel going home with that. Isaac looked scared. Isaac looked out at the woods. She quickly followed his line of sight and saw Derek, dressed in all black standing behind the trees.

She and Derek made eye contact and she gave him a look to leave before anyone else saw him. He eventually disappeared after she blinked.

She sighed in relief but Stiles grabbed her. "Can you hear what they're saying?"

She shook her head. "Barely. You?" She could mostly hear Mr. Lahey's overly loud and angered voice versus Isaac's smaller voice. Stiles' eyes widened as he watched what she watched.

"….Unfortunately.", they hear Sheriff Stillinski say.

"What did I just miss?"

"Lydia may or may not have dug up a grave and stolen the spleen from a dead woman." 

No way… 

"This may be a bigger problem than we thought.", Sam muttered to Stiles.

"Isaac, you're going to be late for school.", Mr. Lahey gruffed to his son. An assistant officer walked up to Sheriff Stillinski and motioned his head towards the two.

Mr. Stillinski looked at them with a disappointed frown. "Crap.", Stiles mumbled as his father stormed to them.

"Stiles, Samantha.", Sheriff Stillinski growled.

"Hey, dad!", Stiles nervously laughed.

"Mr. Lahey, if you don't mind I think I found your son a quick ride to school.", Sheriff smiled and looked towards the teens. The two of them smiled sheepishly and awkwardly waved at Isaac.

This was gonna be a long day… 

[lightvixxen]

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[writeturnlove]

The Mate: Chapter 4

The Mate – Chapter 4

By Valencia Turner (writeturnlove)

Steve’s POV

I enter my mate’s room after knocking several times. She’s not here. She probably went downstairs to get something to eat. I bought more pineapple and strawberries for her since I know how much she enjoys fruit. The thought of making her happy makes me smile. She deserves so much. I honestly wasn’t prepared to feel so devoted to someone so soon. None of my other relationships felt like this. Before (y/n) I always felt like I was playing a role: doing what I thought I was supposed to be doing rather than what I wanted. It’s different with (y/n). I do things for her because I love her. I know it makes little sense. Developing feelings for someone normally takes time. This felt like love from the beginning and it’s deeper than sexual chemistry. I’m drawn to her spirit and eager to join with it once we complete our Bonding Ceremony and The Claim.

She insists she can handle the Claiming bite, but I’ve already talked to my mother about mixing an elixir for my mate. I know it works on wolves. I’m praying it works on the human I’ve grown to love.

I think of her as I continue to head downstairs toward the kitchen. She must be there as my wolf is scenting her. Her essence fills my nose, but there’s something else present in that scent: arousal. My mate is turned on, and I’m certain that fresh fruit isn’t the reason.

When I reach the first floor, I hear a conversation that I’m certain isn’t meant for me. My wolf stirs inside me as if waiting for a fight. I’m hoping he’s wrong. The problem is: my wolf is never wrong.

“We have to tell Steve,” I hear (y/n) say.

My heart stops. I know I need to think rationally. Normally I do, but this isn’t one of those times.

“Tell me what?” I ask, my temper slowly rising as I step into the room and see Bucky’s closeness to (y/n). They are standing much too close to one another for it to be entirely innocent. It’s natural for me to feel territorial as both human and wolf, and I do, but another sensation lingers in the background as I look from my Beta to my Mate, then back again.

I’m assessing the situation with my instincts and those instincts are telling me I interrupted something between the two people I care about the most.

Bucky backs up looking much more guilty than he should, and that only angers me more. I don’t want to think about what he was doing to her, or why my Mate looks so guilty.

Why does she look as though she needs to make a confession to me? I’m the Alpha. I don’t have the luxury of jumping to conclusions or attacking without cause.

“Did I interrupt something?” I ask, the sentence sounding more like a threat than a question. Silence fills the space between us.

When no one answers, my jaw clenches; a rare occurrence since I’m normally calm for an Alpha Wolf. My blood boils, and my wolf stirs to life, ready to fight. A deeper, more meaningful sensation lurks beneath the anger – something I’m not ready to acknowledge.

Bucky’s protective instincts surge forward as he pulls my mate behind him. It’s not his job to protect her. It’s mine. She’s my predestined mate. Besides, he knows she’s not the one in danger right now. 

“I’m your Alpha, Dammit!” I growl, “You WILL tell me what you were doing to my mate, or I swear I’ll fucking rip you apart with my bare hands!”

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