#werewolf x witch

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Bite to Bruise - 36

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story tags: modern-fantasy mashup, werewolves, witches, monsters, romance, learning to trust, hurt/comfort, blood, violence, explicit sex, explicit language

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BITE TO BRUISE - CHAPTER 36.

She stumbled into her valley, reaching her ruined cottage. She had never wanted him to find it, even in her nightmares this was never where Baron caught up to her.

His laughter echoed between the trees behind her.

She ran for the side of the house, but he was already there, grinning at her. Fresh blood clung to his cheek, smeared from the mess of a bite he’d taken, while more blood stained his torn shirt and smeared his skin where he had been the one bitten in his short stint in the battle.

“No. You’re not getting away now. To think, you were this close the whole time…” Baron said, looking over his shoulder at the deep shadows of the forest. “Do you know how many of your kind we lost to the woods? They went where we couldn’t follow. I would think they died there, but every so often one comes back out. Tell me, Wilhelm… is that what drew you here? Were you just too afraid to take that leap and go past the river?”

Wren trembled but stood her ground, finally taking a long look at him. He was exactly as she remembered. And why wouldn’t he be? He was unaging. Undying. Nothing she could do could change that. “My name is Wren.”

He nodded slowly. “Yes, it is this time. Forgive me, but you don’t quite look yourself. You’ve been hiding well.”

Her mouth twitched, tears overflowing. She swallowed down reason. Blackwell had been right about that—there was no reasoning with him. Logic would not help her now. “How many times have we done this?”

His eyebrow lifted, head tipping curiously. “You know?”

“How many times have you murdered me?”

His lips twitched, flashing teeth. “How many of my blood did you kill? We’re not even yet. A lifetime for a lifetime…and their lives were supposed to be endless.”

“How many wolves did you kill first?”

He tsked between teeth and she shivered, remembering that mouth on her hand and how easily his teeth had snapped through her finger. “Hardly comparable. You were going to leave me. I did what anyone would have.” He raised a hand. “We’ve gone over this before. Your reasoning and begging will do nothing to change my mind.”

She dragged shaky breaths but nodded in agreement, hearing the roots under her feet wake up after their frosty sleep. “Okay. Then let’s skip that part.”

Baron blinked in surprise, lips parting to say something that was lost in the air when the ground pulled open and tried to swallow him.

He moved fast, somehow climbing the moving soil and rocks as they churned underfoot. He almost lost his footing, knee-deep for a second before snarling and pushing himself faster, climbing high and coming for her.

She had to give up the ground when he swiped for her throat, pulling power in and pushing it out to shove him back, rolling him into a tree.

The black of her magic on her fingers crawled past the low cut of her leather gloves, spreading over the backs of her hands and deep into her palms. She pulled the gloves off and almost remembered clearly a time when her arms and legs had been completely black, screaming testament to how much power she had turned into craft in their world.

A previous life.

Lifetimes.

She had been trapped in this cycle of pain and death with him for so many short agonizing lifetimes but she kept coming back. It wasn’t that she was too scared to cross the river. She wasn’t ready to go. She had lived so many lives but not that one she wanted—not the one he stole.

Her palms hummed with power and when Kish pushed himself to his feet, she saw him doing it a hundred times in her memory. He wore a hundred different outfits, in different places, in different times. Sometimes he was snarling and sometimes he was laughing.

Here and now, he grinned furiously. “You haven’t done this in ages, Wilhelm.”

“That’s not my name,” she reminded, feeling her wolf break through the tree line into the woods, cutting a line straight for her.

She had fought wars in old lives, performed miracles, risen islands from the sea, and sunk cities into the ground. She was nameless and endless. Who the fuck was this shade to stop her from having what she wanted? Who was he to kill her?

Kish snarled and stalked toward her, ready for her attack this time, his cunning eyes studying her carefully. It was a game they had played many times just the two of them.

Behind her, the slush and snow parted, creating a track through the trees to that shadow with teeth.

She didn’t back up. She didn’t run. She waited as her nightmare stepped closer and closer, reaching for her, those fingers close to her cheek. In his dark eyes, she saw her reflection and only then realized she had dropped the glamour of Bellamy. That forever broken face looked back at her and for the first time she saw it clearly—the latest face in a line of faces that had all been hers, just as Bellamy was hers. She smiled when Kish froze, realizing his mistake too late. In his eyes, she saw one shadow burst out of the others behind her, reflected in his pupil. “My name is Wren,” she told him and then stepped to the side as the giant fenrir barreled into his chest, teeth snapping over his face.

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Baron almost had his hands on his witch when they slid to the side and the wolf slammed into him. Darkness edged in teeth blotted out the world, enamel digging into the sides of his head and bearing him to the ground.

Baron laughed inside that beast’s mouth. “Again? What is it with you and these dogs?” he called to Wilhelm, his voice echoing in a chamber of flesh and teeth.

The fenrir jerked side to side, as though he might be able to rip Baron’s head from his shoulders. His spine snapped like a whip, breaking only to crack and heal instantly. A heavy paw pressed into his chest, trying to pin him while those jaws continued to dig in and pull.

Baron snarled against the warm, wet breath of a wolf, finally grabbing fistfuls of that body over his. Fenrir were a strange texture, between smoke and fur, but there was muscle underneath. They broke and bled and died like everything else living in the world. He pushed and the dog pulled, his spine breaking and healing again. The pain felt like fireworks in his spine, going off between vertebrae.

He clawed, digging fingers into skin and then pushed his head deeper into that maw rather than trying to pull free. He bit at the dog’s tongue, his teeth much smaller and sharper than the beast pinning him. His mouth welled with that foul blood, earthy and bitter, and… familiar?

With a growl the fenrir threw him, releasing him from his teeth and sending him through a tree and into another.

The cracking and falling of those trees echoed out in all directions, snow and ice hurling into the air between them.

Baron was quick to his feet, swaying for a moment and touching the blood on his lips. The wolf’s blood. He knew this particular flavor. He knew… His gaze snapped up to the fenrir prowling in front of him, furious yellow eyes fixed on him. “No… That’s not how your kind work.”

The past and the present blurred before his eyes. He stood in both places, in this dark and wet forest at the end of winter and at the base of a mountain in summer. The same fenrir. The same blood. The same valiant effort thrown against him. “I killed you,” Kish remembered, staggering a step back as the ground seemed to shift underfoot with those clarifying memories. “I killed your pack. I killed your whole line. He was going to leave with you. He was going to… No. No! You don’t come back! Fenrir don’t come back!” he yelled, voice louder than the falling trees.

Something hit him hard from behind, cleaving flesh and muscle and breaking bone to nestle deep in his back. One of his legs gave out, dropping him to his knees, but he twisted to try to get a look at this new attacker.

Wilhelm stood over him. “You don’t know nearly as much as you think you do, Kish.”

Before he could reply or snarl, before he could even reach back to grasp at the offending weapon in his back, something cold and biting squirmed from it to his shoulder. It sliced through his clothes and skin, digging deep and coiling like a snake made of razors.

Kish doubled forward, mouth agape in a scream that he couldn’t get out of his lungs as that midnight magic surged across his skin, the iron curse digging deep to leech his blood. Shade blood, as rich as they came, first to the vein of his midnight. He clawed at it, at himself, trying to stop it from taking the last he had of his maker.

The scent of it filled his lungs and in his blind panic, his first thought was that his midnight was injured. Solse’s blood was a cloud in the air around him. His second thought was the memory of walking into that dining room to discover all his dead kin—slain by that witch he had once loved.

The curse twisted up his chest and wrapped around his throat. He stretched his neck, clawing at the living metal, forced to look up at Wilhelm.

He felt cold. His body was slow to heal where the long serpentine body of the curse had ripped him open, the metal undulating as it drank more of his blood.

“It won’t be enough,” Wilhelm whispered to the wolf, watching him.

Kish’s hands were shredded from the fruitless effort to pull the curse off of himself, but he tried to smile. No. This curse would not be enough to stop him. Someone would find him or his body would decay and the curse would go inert. Time was always on his side. Always.

“What are you doing?” the wolf asked. Kish had not realized he’d changed forms until then, his voice thick with worry.

Kish swayed on his knees and might have fallen over if the witch had not taken his face in her hands. She held him gently, like they were lovers again, and looked down on him with those eyes—the same eyes in a new face—always those eyes. Kish had held the newborn Wilhelm many times. The eyes never changed, even when everything else did. Those eyes could see through time and behind veils. Kish had carved them out a dozen times. They tasted like power.

“I can’t kill you,” Wilhelm admitted with a woman’s voice. “But I think I can make you forget. Forget me, forget everyone I ever was, forget the wolves, and forget your dead.”

His body convulsed, panic lancing his body deeper than any curse. He tried to scream out but the iron spell around his throat wouldn’t give him the air. Without his blood, his body was weak, and her power pulsed through his skull, violating and rooting around to dig out pieces of him.

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His face was cold in her hands and the fear and rage in his eyes more gratifying than she’d ever want to admit. As soon as she started pressing into his mind, digging around for the trails of herself, she realized her magic had been here already. Without realizing it, she had been trying to make him forget her, her magic lashing out on instinct during all those deaths. It felt confused and frightened, making her want to pull away and hide from this monster.

Ever pressed against her back, bolstering her up and watching her enemy like he might throw off that curse and strike out at them again.

She couldn’t run from monsters and she couldn’t kill this one, but she could kill the part of him that knew her.

She learned about all her lives through his memories. Instead of being told the stories of her past by another witch she had to see it—see what he had done and feel the madness of revenge take hold of him. She burned them out of his mind as she went, deeper and deeper. It felt like she was eating those memories, devouring them like a snake in the vast jungle of Kish’s life.

It was tempting to take more—to take everything. His hunger urged her on.

Eat more.

Eat it all.

Take everything until the great Kish, first blood of Solse, was nothing but a newborn drooling on himself.

It was a trick. She could do it. She could take it all, but it would cost her. Vengeance always had a price and was sometimes worth paying. She remembered falling in love and the agony of that loss. Her only regret was that she hadn’t been able to bury Kish back then along with his court. There was no regret for that vengeance, not even for all the lifetimes of pain it cost her, because it all brought her back to where she wanted to be—to Ever. It was all part of a plan and she wasn’t going to lose her chance this time.

She had waited. She had returned lifetime after lifetime, even when most of her kind had stopped, because she was waiting for this moment—for this life.

Vengeance had a price that was sometimes worth paying, but not this time. If she wanted to end it, she would have to be justice—cold and exact.

She reached the last bit of his memory of her, far beyond the first offense. The moment Kish and Wilhelm first met. His spirit writhed, trying to hang onto that last piece.

“I know you will hear about this from others,” she told him, magic thick in her voice and the black ink staining her fingers welling up past her wrists to her forearms. “I know you will see the paper trail of our history, but without the passion, what do you care? I am no one to you. Just a waste of your time. You are Kish, first blood of the midnight Solse and governor of her court until her return. What am I? Nothing but a poisonous weed, Kish. Leave me be and I am nothing, come for me and I will destroy you. That is all you have to remember about me. That is all you will ever know. When you think too long about me, when you hear my name, you will smell your midnight’s blood in the air and feel that curse around your neck.”

He gurgled, the iron spell squirming to leech more from a fountain that would never dry. His body convulsed and his eyes rolled back.

Wren let him go, the air cracking when she broke the connection to his mind and let his body fall back onto the icy ground.

She sagged, knowing that Ever wouldn’t let her fall with him.

[bestialchorus]

I was wondering what are your headcanons for a undecided pack about their alphas human/witch mate? some of them approve while the others are extremely angry.

I'm a sucker for forbidden love cliche and your wlw writing bc none writes monster/werewolf romance for sapphics 😭❤️

Resolution: I love you thank you for breathing.

My gosh, this is such a sweet message thank you! I genuinely had a great time writing these so thanks so much for the prompt and for checking out my work!

-You remember the first day you saw her, it was in the heart of the city as you noticed a woman who made you instantly freeze in your tracks. Even in the bustling metropolis, all you could see was her, nothing held a candle to her and it’s been the same ever seen. You’ve never believed in love at first sight and you’re still not sure if you do, but no one has ever had a hold on your heart the way a simple glance from her does. You’re sure you made a complete fool of yourself as you tried to stutter out an introduction but she didn’t seem to mind, in fact, there was something else behind her gaze, could it have been intrigue? Did she know then and there that your humanity was unlike the people that surrounded you? Hell, perhaps a small part of you already knew as those dark eyes twinkled with mystery, but nothing could have prepared you for how arcane her identity truly was. It didn’t take long for you to find out she was a witch and you a werewolf.

-Your closest friend and second in command was the only one aware of your connection with this woman since day one, considering they were with you in the square when you first laid eyes on her. Luckily for all parties involved, your confidant was what some may consider a “troublemaker”, at least when it came to following pack rules and objectives. Perhaps they should have warned you about how a connection between werewolf and witch would negatively affect the pack and your leadership of it but they didn’t. No, unfortunately for you they did the opposite, they told you to follow your heart, that bastard.

-You were careful at first; meeting randomly throughout the week or deep into the night. You tried to make sure her essence wouldn’t infiltrate the deepest corners of your mind when you were away from her but it was futile at best. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were under a powerful spell, seeing her in dreams that felt too real as she would whisper promises of your future together before claiming your lips. Your healer was able to recognize remnants of her nightly touch before you were able to, commenting on how dream walking can only be performed by powerful magic users, warning you of a possible enemy trying to harm you. You quickly explained your situation as they attempted to create a magically infused item to help block out your lover’s nightly presence.

-it didn’t take long for others to notice just how happy you had become since falling for your sorceress. You were genuinely hesitant in coming clean but felt even worst about keeping secrets from your pack members, members who entrusted their lives in your hands….so you told them.

-The response from your members was seemingly mixed. Many of the elders were upset or disapproved considering the dark past of certain magic users disrupting or taking advantage of nature’s way. Many of your younger members were supportive, more than happy to tease you about a smaller woman having such “power” over their big, tough alpha.

-To say that your relationship had created a stir in your pack would be an understatement…there were discussions all around you of whether this was acceptable or something that had to be “dealt” with. You decided to get advice from your pack’s healer, someone who has always been a mentor-like figure to you. Before you even speak you notice a smirk forming on their face before they say, “are you looking for my blessing or truth?” - you tell them you always seek the latter without flinching. They continue to create medicine as they answer, “luckily, in this case, they’re the same thing”, which genuinely throws you off. Your mentor goes on to explain that despite your kind being the highest and most intertwined class when it comes to protecting nature, it would be foolish to think only they know all of nature’s secrets and what is best for it. They finish by gently placing a hand against your cheek and saying, “…plus, it’s nice to think there’s someone who can finally make an honest woman out of my student.” - to which you respond with fake offence. Overall, your mentor gives you the approval you deep down needed.

-You tried to sleep that night but simply can’t, your mind buzzing at all ends when suddenly a smoky portal appears in your room’s wall with your lovely witch walking through it, concern covering her face. You instantly embrace each other as she apologies for the sudden visit, “I know I can’t do this but I can feel your thoughts from across the city and I just needed to know you’re alright…”- she continues to ramble on as you simply look down at her in silence, honestly the image is quite adorable for her usual brooding attitude. You capture her lips mid-sentence and hold her face as you tell her you’re happy she’s here. You explain the situation with her pack and you can see the smallest flash of her hurt behind her eyes. She tells you she doesn’t want to drive a wedge between you and your members, well aware of how much they mean to you and the reputation of witches throughout history.

-You pull her flush against you, explaining that your members simply need to get to know her to see what you see in her. She again tries to tell you she’s simply not worth it, not wanting you to throw your life away to be with her but you smile as you tell her how she’s now a part of your life just as much as her pack is and you quietly finish with how you hope one day she’ll be a part of your pack. Your confession brings a blush to her face, realizing the weight of the statement. 

-You take her to a hidden cave that night, a place only you’re aware of, away from the city and away from the pack. You finally become one that night, her whimpers awaken the beast you tried to repress all this time and not only does she accept all parts of you, but she also embraces them. When the morning sunlight greets you, you notice a fresh spiral marking that begins over your heart and extends down your left arm. The mark makes you realize your earlier statement wasn’t just for fluff, you’ve imprinted on this woman. You try your best to hide the mark from her, not wanting to overwhelm her with everything going on.

-Before you both head back, she tells you she wants to meet your pack. You tell her you can both take more time but she’s quite adamant, energy changing in the air as you notice slight red behind her eyes as pebbles around you start to tremble. You pick up on the emotion riddled in her voice as she speaks, “I need to show your pack I’m not a threat…you’re not just anyone to me….I think…I think I’m falling for you and it’s fucking terrifying.” She finishes her statement by hesitantly placing a hand on your face, clearly afraid you would reject her confession but you take her hand and tenderly kiss it.

-You take her before your pack’s council and it was not an easy ordeal, to say the least, but the meeting does end with the witch being allowed on pack land which is more of a start than you ever thought you’d get. Slowly your pack starts to get to know her, some more than others, realizing why you love her and how happy she makes you.

-You eventually explain to her how you’ve imprinted on her and most of your pack is quite happy for you, extending their protection of pack members to her. 

-It doesn’t take long for word to spread about the witch taken in by a pack of werewolves, both of you condemned and celebrated by members of your kind. But at least for now, you know she’s safe around those who care for you the most.

-All is quiet for a bit until you find yourselves relaxing under a shady tree on a warm summer’s eve when suddenly she tiptoes around a “certain” spell she found. A spell that requires “both” of you, you flash her what she would describe as your “puppy look” of confusion until she explains how certain witches have a ritual with similar ideas to imprinting. A ritual that involves two parties intertwining their souls through “consummating” means…you stare back at her, still very much confused until she comes close to whisper while straddling you, “It’s like our version of wedding vows….but to complete them I think I need the help of an alpha-“ Her voice lowers as she finishes, “these vows could take all night, would you like to help me, my love?” All you remember is carrying her bridal style to your now shared cave and speaking vows against her skin as uttered her own against the shell of your ear. Her moans carried a prayer-like quality to them as the wilderness acted as witness to your intertwined love. That night werewolf and witch became one, a ritual you would both engage in for years to come.

[yourdreamsyourwish-2]

Chapter Two

Word Count: 1,753

Soo-Mi's POV

For the first in a while,  I didn’t know what to do.  He seemed to feel it as well, his emotions coming back hitting me with a wave of confusion, anxiety, and a small sense of joy.  Both of us for a while just stood there, starring.   I watched him try to lift his paw but it wouldn’t budge from the ground.  I blinked, removing the tether I had to him before sitting down myself.  My head started to pound, at the new sense of magic washing over.  He moved his paws a little before stretching his legs and taking his first paw forward that began to shift slowly into a hand.  His head down, as he began to shake away the magic, his bones reconstructing into his human form, until he fully emerged from the shift.  Normally it wouldn't be so long, but it seems the connection threw his magic off as well.  

“How did you do that?”  His voice felt like a song threw my ears, a tune I felt I had heard all my life, yet never quite right until now.  

“Do what?”  I kept my gaze locked onto his.  I could sense he felt no discomfort about being fully naked, yet he seemed fragile in the moment.  Like the wrong thing would make him run away.  

“Make me unable to move?”  I blinked, again.  Wondering how he couldn’t see it, feel it even.   It’s easy for me to forget that normal creatures couldn’t.  Just something that is normal to me, is abnormal to them.  

“The earth’s magic web.  I used it to immobilize you.”  

“Earth's magic web?”

“There's a layer of magic within the earth, within all of nature actually.  I just tapped into it.”  I shrugged, wringing my hands together.  “That’s what you’re curious about?”  I questioned watching him move to sit in front of me, yet at a safe distance.  

“Well, I know what happened between us.  That’s something expected, hoped for actually.  Not being able to move isn’t something that is normal for me.”  I nodded, keeping my gaze on his eyes.  There were flecks of gold mixed within, that when the sun shone it reflected back like amber, yet they were still too dark to fully see it, unless at certain moments when the light came through.  “You’re one of them?”

“Them?”  I questioned, tilting my head a little.  

“One of the witches from the coven.  The ones they kept locked up.”  

“Yes.”  For the first time his eyes darted away, to the ground.  He picked up a piece of grass, pulling it slowly, while I watched his movements.  

“Are you dangerous?”

“Quite.”   I imagined what flashed through his mind in the moment.  Whether or not he thought about abandoning me, but there was no leaving me without going insane himself.  He knew that.  Wherever he went, I would follow.  I had too, his madness would destroy his life, mine would destroy the world.  

“I-” 

“Would you happen to have a shower?”  I asked.  “It’s been a long time since I had running water available.”  I stood up, ending whatever he was going to say. 

“Shower?”  I nodded, trying to put on a small smile.  It always seemed to disarm others swiftly.   

“We would use water collected from the rain or water I could pull off the stone.  I missed showers the most.”  He stood up, giving me a once over.  His emotions that were coming through were a mess, this took him by surprise, more so than I believe he thought possible.  

“I need to shift back to let them know.  Our link is still too new for you to communicate.”  He dropped the grass he had been playing with.  

“That’s fine.  They won’t hurt me.”  He looked at me, the question on the edge, one I knew before he even asked.  “I won’t hurt them, as long as they don’t hurt you.”  I had the urge to touch him, the bond already set pulling us together, tethering each other to more than just the world anymore.  He nodded, taking a step back before I could think about reaching out and touching him again.  Shifting quicker this time, the gray-brown wolf stared back at me before moving to go towards the forest.  He walked slowly, making sure he wasn’t too far behind.  The closer we got to his home, the more his anxiety level rose.  For the first time in a long time, I felt peaceful walking through the forest.  There was a new sense of being, a new sense of purpose to my life.  I knew the gods had brought us together for their own desires, but for the moment, I wanted to be selfish and claim it all for me instead.  He paused at the treeline of the forest that laid out in front of a giant mansion.  The modern building looked like a mix of greek and old colonial style, the back of the house faced a big open field, where in the distance to the front, I noticed a long driveway leading through another set of trees.  Shifting back to his human form, he grabbed the clothes on the ground, getting dressed quickly while he kept his gaze on the back door.  It didn’t take long for a girl who looked like him to run out, followed closely behind by two of the werewolves I had seen earlier and a third I had not.  

“A-ra stay back.”  The one Yeon-a labeled as Chanyeol, grabbed her elbow and dragged her behind him.  Kyungsoo seemed more pissed at seeing me again, while the other walked closer.  

“Minseok!”  He called, walking over to us, while Minseok played with the shirt in his hands.  Minseok, I liked how the name fit him well.  I mouthed it, smiling at the way it formed on my lips.  “Are you alright?”  The werewolf asked the moment they got closer.  Kyungsoo continued to glare at me, while I merely stood there unshaken by his disdain.  

“Why wouldn’t I be?”  

“They think I placed you under a spell.  Probably so I could finish off the werewolves from the fight earlier.”  I answered, smiling at Kyungsoo, my gaze turning to the other one.  

“They know why you’re here.” 

“I watched her kill 8 vampires with just a wave of a hand.  She tore down a building without even blinking.”  Kyungsoo

“I blinked…”  I shrugged, smirking at him.  “There was dust.”  I chuckled at my own joke, only for Kyungsoo to step forward, his claws extended already.  Minseok blocked his path, placing his hand on his chest.  

“She stays.”  He said, looking at the other one.  It didn’t take a genius to guess who was in charge.  

“He knows.  Soo, go tell the girls we have a guest.”  With a shake of his head, he made his way back inside, dragging the other two in the house as well.  “A-ra's been having a fit since she heard Min.” 

“She’ll get over it.”   He grumbled, sliding his shirt over his head.  Minseok looked back at me before looking back at his pack leader.  “My sister.”  

“I assumed.  You have the same facial structure.”  I merely shrugged.  

“Well…this is an interesting turn of events.  I’m Kim Junmyeon, Exodus pack leader.  I was also there when you…Well, let’s just say it’s impressive.  The other two-” 

“Are not around.  Mi-na went west and Yeon-a went south.  Sorry about them, their methods are slower than my own.”  He nodded.  

“That being said, the others are a little bit on edge around witches.  Including their mates, it would be best if you didn’t linger long downstairs, at least for today.”  

“I understand…will there be windows?”  I asked.  “If not, I can stay out here.”  

“Windows?”  Junmyeon looked confused.  Minseok turned fully to me, grabbing my hand.  It was the first time he touched me since the link began and my breath immediately hitched. For the first time in several 100 years, my heart rate increased and I felt a blush come on.  He seemingly searched through my mind, I could feel him trying to understand the question.  

“You will be staying in my room. See the spiral?  I live in that section, it overlooks the garden.  It has a nice terrace as well.”  Minseok smiled, threading his fingers with mine.  Junmyeon seemed to understand his explanation.  

“We don’t have dungeons here.  The basement is more like a game room anyway.”  He turned his body to  allow Minseok to guide me to the house.  The air smelled like cookies, the moment I stepped in.  This was the back entrance that led to the kitchen, where a fresh batch laid on the counter.  My eyes darted to the sweet treat, then caught a slight movement by the doorframe leading out.  Minseok tugged on my hand, his eyes soft, as he led me to the stairs on the opposite side.  Looking back, I caught the eyes of two women who peaked around, one of which was his sister.  

“I’ll introduce you later.”  He whispered, with a smile.  I nodded, following him up the stairs and into his own little private section.  I expected his room to be somewhat messy, but the moment I stepped in, everything was in order and straight.  The only thing not done was his bed.  A computer laid out on the desk, a notepad next to it, along with several books.  He let go of my hand.  For a second, I felt like reaching out again and not letting go.  I could still feel his anxiety about everything, his world had shifted just as mine had.  

“I will get you a couple of towels and see about a change of clothes, the bathroom is behind that door.”  I nodded, watching him walk over to the door. 

“Minseok.”  I called out his name for the first time.  I watched his back grow rigid, his hand on the door handle.  “Thank you.”  

“It’s the least I could do…”  

“Soo-mi.”  I ventured out, his eyes snapping to look at me.  “That’s what my sisters call me.”  His head began to move up and down, his lips seemingly trying to mouth the name as mine had done earlier. 

“Soo-mi…it’s pretty.”  With that, he opened the door, leaving me alone for the first time since the bond had started.  I walked over to the window to gaze out, where I could see a garden down below.  

“Minseok.”  I whispered, a smile coming at the sound of his name on my lips. 

The Next two chapters will be in Minseok's POV

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[tanukiimo]

another werewolf au… but make it red riding hood(kinda)

+ a quick thingy of mio feelin her teeth !!

[spatziline]

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[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N runs into the Avengers kitchen…

Thor: friend Y/N what bothers you? Is everything alright with your wife the werewolf?

Y/N: Wanda has entered the second trimester and let’s just say that werewolves get very…umm…randy during this time

Thor: I do not understand your Earth words

Werewolf!Wanda appears and drags Y/N off to their room…

Y/N: oh baby please be gentle.

Thor: (laughs) nothing finer than wolf love

[yourgalgremlin]

James + Pete use a TikTok sound to get Sirius to kiss Remus

JAMES: “4 BEST FRIENDS IN A ROOM—2 MIGHT KISS!” 🎶

PETE: “Yes they will!”🎶 *Hands phone to Sirius*

SIRIUS: Me? Ok Prongs, smooch me!

REMUS: …THIS is my villain origin story.

[tanuki-pyon]

AU where Wednesday is a witch bc I love putting silly hats on my blorbos

[darkdemeter]

WORST FUR WEATHER PHASES COLLECTION #1/8

— WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

| A/N | DISCRETION |

Take a seat, we're learning a little bit more of (headcanon) mcu werewolf anatomy and biology.

PORN + PLOT / SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — monster fucking — sex pollen — unprotected sex — knotting — breeding kink — marking — profanity — oral (fem receive) — implication of ovulation — maybe slight excessive cum? — pet name "little lamb" — I think that's it?

| SUMMARY |

Imagine being exposed to a sex pollen. You track and reunite with Wanda at the apartment as the rain begins to fall...

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@alexawynters @alyciaddict (Additionally, this part's for you): @maladaptive-daydreamz @donnietarantino

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I.  A beast that ravishes the lamb is often depicted as a monster. In humanity’s original and adapted stories, oftentimes, the wolf is the culprit. In its hunger and greed for food, the wolf preys upon what can’t defend itself. Because of this, it’s branded as a monster.

  But what if the wolf doesn’t ravish for the greed of food, but for the hunger of companionship? 

  The rain pelts harder now, your fur drenched, slick with the droplets that now run rivulets down the curvature of your muscles. Your tail swishes from side to side in your hungering curiosity, the power in your haunches holds you atop the balcony’s railing. 

  Your head is bowed and turned to your side before it raises up, nose twitching in resistance to the raindrops trying to hinder the alluring scent in the air, coming from inside the apartment. Her body is sudden to flinch, the muscles and nerves twitching in a response to fight or flight when your head moves; turning your gaze inward to the apartment.

  Wanda stares with her mouth agape, the way your amber eyes beam hotly against the glass, reflective orbs dancing over the wide window panel as you tilt your head slightly. 

Her eyes travel downwards, following the flowing river that leaves you soaking wet. A flutter takes over her stomach then. The way your eyes search through the glass pane, she wonders if you’re able to see her completely or if you only take notice of your own reflection. To test her theory, she moves slowly, her body shifts around one of the couches. 

  Your head ever so slightly follows along with her. You can see her. 

  Your eyes analyse her through the barrier between you both. The dark stockings that hug her legs tight, to the point that the exposed skin at the top of her thighs is only visible by an inch, before the rest is hidden beneath her scarlet dress. In your wolf mind, you’re left to the primal beauty of your unsatiated fantasies. And that red dress and those stockings - amongst other things - were making the wait worse for you. Tortuously so. 

  With a husk-drawn growl, your muzzle wrinkles to bare your elongated teeth, the heat of your body only increases as she nears closer to the glass. 

  One powerful leg stoops down off the ledge, muscles flexing, the pads of your pawed feet scuffing against the balcony’s floor. Wanda’s eyes watch with an infectious amount of intent and delight, her chest rises and forces her breasts to push up with a deep breath. 

  Seeing her lungs deflate, you can read her sigh of relief. 

  “I thought… I thought I’d lost you,” she says behind the glass, pressing a hand up, reaching out for you. Your other leg moves down and you stalk forward, the rain that ran down your form follows you in a wet trail. 

  “But you’re here,” she gasps, “you’re alive.”

  An obscurity paints itself on the glassy surface when your hot breath hits it, misting over the outline of her hand. 

  She notices how your fiery eyes rake up and down her form and she’s reminded of what toxic chemical attacks your system. The mound juncture between your powerful, muscular thighs also proves just how far along since it’s invaded your body. 

  But strangely enough, you appear… calm. It brings a cause of curiosity, your calmness, and Wanda tilts her head to the left slightly and leaves the curve of her neck exposed.

  That’s when she sees that composure leave you at the drop of a hat. The formation of your browline scrunches and your muzzle wrinkles into a snarl, you snap your jaws with a growl at the glass, your claws hatch aggressive lines into the window’s surface. She’s taken aback and stumbles, backing away from the window a few steps. 

  When she looks again, between your legs at the pitifully aroused location, her breath becomes light and short lived in her lungs, a slickness pools between her thighs, threatening to drool and seep out from her panties. Wanda’s often fantasised about you fucking her raw and hard until she cannot take it any longer many times - in your human form - but now, all she can conjure in her mind is the desirable idea of having you take her like this.

  And the way your eyes linger on her form in hunger does little to ease her own for you. She hears the muffled tone of your guttural purr, "Let me in, little Lamb..."

  Would it be wise to feed the wolf? For Wanda, assuredly so, if the rumour was to be believed. And if tonight had any meaning behind it, it would only articulate what she’s about to do is unwise. Through the tunnel of your throat, a whine escapes you, ears folded flat. She bears witness to your suffering in turmoil because of the pollen that drives you to the very edge of pure, unbridled instinct. 

  An instinct she is more than willing to satisfy. It will mean only one thing at the end of the night. A confession. The truth. 

  The bent line centering your canine forehead moves, the brow ridges rising as your eyes stalk her every move, taking into account every minute shift of her breasts straining against the bust of her dress. That dress that caught the attention of a few strangers in particular, unfamiliar scents tainted by their betraying aroma, giving you a not-so-pleasant glimpse into their intentions with her. 

  Her hands move to the handle and with a click that between you two, the whole of New York could’ve heard, she slides the balcony door open. In doing so, she invites inside something akin to a monster. Feared as one. Not only that, but the intrusive waterfall of rain, the once ballet of weather pitter pattering softly now brings to life just how cold and unfair the weather had been on your fur. 

  She lets her still heeled feet carry her backwards, slowly chased inside by your towering frame that looms through the doorway as a blackened shadow. The burning amber ever so prominent and hungry in their hunting gaze. 

  Between the shaggy carpet and the wooden floorboards, the wet trail paints your every step, evidently giving away how you prowl towards her slowly. 

  She summons your name on the tip of her tongue that moves to bounce over her teeth and the roof of her mouth, red stained lips moving in their pronunciation. A sharpened snarl recoils in the back of your throat like a plucked musical chord. You all but lunge at her until her palms meet the drenched surface of your front, relishing momentarily in the still burning heat she can feel. It’s like your body never understood the idea of going cold. 

  The back of her thighs meet against the arm of the couch, knocking her backwards, a breathless gasp is the only noise she’s capable of. 

  Before, your movements had been slow. Methodical and calculating. But now that you were inside, you had your prey in your grasp now. Already your teeth, each one a blade of its own accord, snatches hold of the black laced thong Wanda wore, a sneaky little detail that had no place being in your way. 

  She says your name, voice far more carrying the airiness of breathless haste, “C-calm down, I’m not going anywh–ahh!”

  The hot pillar of your tongue laps her soaking folds, tasting the bare minimum of her sweet, alluring nectar.   “S–sl-slow down!” she squeaks only for it to falter into a low moan, her hips rising up to meet the next deep lashing of your tongue, roughly rubbing over her delicate pearl. 

  She mutters a string of curses under her breath, each one followed by a gulp of breath, hands just out of reach from her position to clutch hold of the thick mane of fur. 

  All the while, she endures the pleasures of her cunt being savagely pleasured beyond what she originally thought possible. Her hands run through her own hair, fingers snagging the locks of hair until the roots ached and stung with each pull. 

  And this is before your tongue breaks through her folds. And when you finally do, she drowns in the sensation of her climax already, lingering just there, right on the verge of deliverance; but you’d only just started. She can’t lose it now. So she holds it back to get her fix of this bliss. 

  The obscene noises that reside between her thighs is cause for the deep, scarlet flush to paint beneath her skin, teeth embedded into her bottom teeth until she can taste the tartness of blood. 

  “Right there!” she cries out, hips jerking forward, “Ahh! Right… there…”

  She cannot know for sure if you’re listening to her. Even if you’re not, you seem to be on the same wavelength given that your tongue continues to flick back and forth, hunger driving you to lap at that one spot that has her writhing and squirming. To keep her from getting too carried away, with a hoarse growl that sends a rattling shiver to creep through her searing core, your clawed hands wrench her legs apart and pin them to a still. 

  Her orgasm builds into a heavy snowball but she refrains from letting it go. Not yet. Just a little longer. She needs you between her legs, just like this, for a little bit longer. She whines you name, lightly pitched as the wet surface of your nose nuzzles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to really get her off. 

  Never have you both been together like this before, but it’s like you know what to do to her. Like this is the usual at the end of a long day, the two of you enjoying the pleasurable company of one another. 

  “Please… Please!” she mewls softly, tears brimming her waterline with uncontrollable heat. You growl again and her hips buck, your tongue delves further into her, however that is possible, you reach that spot that has her on the edge, clinging on tightly. She moans louder this time, a chorus of strung breaths working air into her lungs to keep her alive. 

  You groan in protest when her body locks up right as you feel her body momentarily relax, ready and pliant to give you that sweet release you both crave. 

  “Cum, little Lamb.” The command is answered instantaneously. She exhales sharply, whimpering at the intense wave of her orgasm, flooding your mouth with her arousal. Greedily, you lap every single drop she gives, the tears now free slide down her temples and into her hairline, plump lips parted with her erotic sighs and songs. All her muscles are frozen, her skin is riddled in the shocking heat that combats the wet smears of your drenched fur painting her exposed, quivering legs.   “Y-Y/N?” she swallows thickly. She drowns beneath your black shadow, eyes wide and pupils blown wide, admiring the sight before her. Your large head resurfaces, the long, pink tendril of your tongue cleans the gums and teeth slick with the thicket of her juices. 

  Lying to herself at that moment is impossible. Sinful. She’s been missing out on so much because of her fear that you’d reject her. All it’s taken now to let the bottle of repressed desire and longing is a drug that courses through your veins like a river, poisoning your rational mind with the beast’s feverish needs. 

  Your eyes - your attention - lays with her gaze until it’s stolen away. Nose twitching and ears pricking with interest, your eyes trail down between her thighs, a rumble echoing in the chamber of your chest thoughtfully. Two, long and clawed digits lift, and those razors could terrify anyone; even Wanda. But you’re gentle. You spread her folds wide open, the warmth of your breath coats her pussy, clit once again coming to life with need. 

  A final, slow swipe of your tongue, you collect the last remnants of her juices and let your eyes lock with hers, you make sure she watches you gulp it down. She tastes exquisite. Divine. In season. 

  She’s seen that look in your eyes only once before. You’d seen a girl who struck your fancy. Cute nose, beautiful, long curly hair that was a reddish brown, sweet and enticing like a lamb for the slaughter. Wanda never wanted to admit it, but seeing you chase that girl into the crowd a year ago made her heart ache, her stomach clench and anger seethe. Many of her fellow friends had to advise her against using her magic on the girl, that you were not hers. 

  Only around a month later you’d dropped the news that the girl wasn’t interested in you after she found out what you were. Wanda had been ecstatic only for it to turn into guilt, seeing how the low blow had hit you.

  She promised herself that she’d confess her feelings to you when she was ready. Then the rumours happened. She comes back from her reverie to be smothered by that look. Now it’s turned on her. She is the one bathed by that wolf’s smoulder.

  Your muzzle wrinkles up, snarling, “Take it off.”

  Her eyes lower to her dress as if inspecting it for the first time that evening, despite having all but flaunted it in front of you, almost teasing you with that wicked glint in her bright green eyes, asking ‘How do I look?’.

  “The dress?” she asks. Your head brushes against her, teeth tugging at the fabric to drag it down her shoulder.“Off.”

  You needed her now. Time is tickling as she works to pry her dress off her body, you growl when she takes a few extra seconds too long, you snatch hold and rip her bra off just as she flings the dress to the couch’s side. She yelps in surprise as the lacy black accessory is naught but a meshy piece of material between your teeth. 

  You huff, now satisfied and you tug her closer. 

  “W-what are you doing?” she stutters, looking over her shoulder when you turn and pin her stomach over the couch arm. She drawls your name when you don’t answer her either verbally, physically, your actions are confusing. 

  “Getting this shit out of my fucking system.” Wanda tasted heavenly, there’s no doubt that you enjoyed it, but it isn’t enough. It only triggered the pollen more and tasting the sweetness of her cycle that still lingers on your tongue, you’re hellbent on filling her with your pups. And if you don’t commit to it now, your wolf sure will, and that is an unchained massacre waiting to happen. 

  Wanda feels the breath in her lungs vanish as you wrench her legs apart for your leisure, the glistening of her swollen sex an alluring, intoxicating sight to behold, you groan deeply. Your tongue mocks the action of kissing along her shoulder and back, properly lining yourself up behind her with your hands encircled around her hips, your prominently aroused mound pushed flush against her. Her head falls forward with a low sigh. 

  Her core awaits, she shivers with anticipation, she moans softly into the air as a husky growl sounds right beside her ear, “I want your pups…”

With the final adjustments, you’re lined up and you rut your hips forward. Behind every thrust, she feels the raw intensity of power. A rasped, low howl emits from you. Her lips fall wide and apart, a scream is strangled in her throat. 

  “You can take it.”

  “Y–ou’re just… s-so…,” she pants. Your lips stretch into a wolfish smirk. 

  “So what, little Lamb?”

  She moans lowly as you continue to ruthlessly pound into her from your mounted stance. “F–uck!”

  Your hips stutter out of instinct, railing into Wanda without a second thought. She makes a small noise, a whiney sound that you take as encouragement to keep going. With a more than glad huff, you rut your hips back and forth harder, angling her that little bit more and her back arches like a cat, mewling and begging.

  “Yes! Y–es! Right there, oh shit, don’t stop!” 

  You weren’t planning to any time soon. Not when your fucking into her tiny cunt. Your voice is shredded between animalistic and human, engrossed with the woman beneath you who said it clear as day: she wants your pups. You can picture it now, her womb swollen with your growing offspring, how beautiful she’d be glowing, you groan particularly louder than before as she sneaks a hand behind her and tugs at the fur of your neck.

  “Don’t pull away… don’t—”

  “I’m fucking knotting you. We’re not– fuck! Parting for a–while…”

  You feel that coil of arousal build up, your release stirring in the bowels of your core whilst Wanda succumbs to the second deliverance of her next release, she chases it relentlessly, as do you, to feel her finally after all this time. Your thrusts grow heavier, much faster than your set pace before as the climax of your orgasms becomes a prominent factor of when.

  “I’m close,” hiccups, “I-I’m gonna… gonna cum.”

  “Cum for me, Lamb. W-wanna feel you…”

  “I’m there! I’m there—!”

  One hand releases her to grasp the couch, claws tearing and rendering the furniture into ruin, she pleads for you to go harder. Faster. To fuck her raw until she’s swollen with your pups. 

  “Yeah? You want to mother my pups?” you husk and she nods like an eager bitch in heat. “I’ll breed you over and over again— sh-shit…”

  She screams your name, shrill and blissed out, she meets against the strength of your rutting hips that slam into her with wild drive. 

  Your teeth bare over the soft dew of her milky skin, she whimpers a soft, “Yes…”

  Sinking your teeth into the curve between her shoulder and neck, she moans as she rides out her high, lulled by your rhythmical thrusts. 

  The beating of your hearts syncs, she can hear the blood and pollen rush through your body, feel the burning heat of your body transfer over to her and seep into her skin laced with sweat. 

  It hits you suddenly and you slam your hips forward, spurting your seething load into her tight cunt that robs you, the base of your mound inflating, locking you inside her pulsing pussy. 

  “T-too much! There’s… there’s too much…” 

  The load of your orgasm fills her, slightly bloating her fertile womb until she could have fooled you she was already pregnant. 

  “A–ahh! What… what was that?” she asks. You can hear the grit in her confused words.   “The knot,” you answer beneath a deep chuckle, slowing your thrusts until you’re grinding slowly into her. 

  From the way you purr, low in content, she figures that you both will be sharing this moment for quite some time until the knot deflates. Pulling her lip between her teeth, she bites the bullet with a deep breath. 

  “Are the rumours true?”

  She hears nothing but she feel something. Gone is the warm, silky and rain drenched fur, replaced by skin. Your lips that she finds difficult to ignore whenever you’re so much in the same room as her, incapable of keeping her eyes from trailing down to them. They caress her skin delicately. 

  “Rumours?” She can hear the test in your tone of voice. She huffs quietly. 

  “That you have a thing for me.”

  Wanda remains to wait for your answer. Her skin tingles from the way she feels your lips turn upwards into a smile. “I do. I’m down bad for you.”

 She giggles at your playful undertone. “Are you sure that’s not just a cold from being out in the cold rain?”

  “Nope. If I’m coming down with anything, it’s you, little Lamb.”

  

[ladymarvel27]

Live for someone | Carlos Sainz | (i)

Werewolf!Carlos Sainz x Witch!Reader

Summary: Years ago, you lost the love of your life. But when he has returned back, why is he hostile towards you?

Word count: 1.2k+

Warnings: Supernatural creatures, blood, injuries, mentions of smut, brief smut. English isn't my first language either, so apologies for errors if any.

A/n: What can I do? He gives off so much werewolf vibes that I had to write one.

Part 1 Part 2

Your eyes were heavily watered. He was standing in front of you, real and alive. For a moment, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

How It could be real?

You saw him disappearing into flames. The love of your life left you alone in this cruel cruel world. There was a strong bond between the two of you, despite being of different breeds. His big brown eyes always held his unconditional love for you.

But not today.

Today, his eyes held pure rage and hatred for you. You brought your hand forward to touch him, cup his cheek but it was soon dismissed on the way by his hand.

“Don’t touch me!” He snapped. Your smile dropped.

“Why, Carlos?” You asked as if you were begging.

“You are nothing more than a witch.” He answered as he walked away from you.

“I didn’t kill them.” You said, following him. “Those hybrids made it look like I did it. But I didn’t. The hybrids killed them.”

He was listening to you, his hands folded in front of his chest, but his eyes were down like he didn’t want to believe in anything you were saying.

You were searching for poison in the enemy's lair. You didn't expect yourself to run into someone you thought was dead.

The vampires had infiltrated and had been trying to take over your city. You thought they all were annihilated years ago when you had burned them to ashes with the same flames that had consumed the love of your life. Your destined mate, who has nothing but hatred for you.

You heard a distant foot approaching. He immediately grabbed you and locked both of you in a storage room. You were about to scream in pain when his hand was pressing on your shoulder. The footsteps outside faltered.  In an instant, he covers your mouth. You crossed your fingers to slow the volume of both of your hearts. He relaxes, removes his hands from you and moves away. The footsteps were now walking away and seemed to be gone. You allowed your heartbeats to be back to normal.

Suddenly, the door was banging. He immediately came in front of you in a protective stance. You know you and both his strengths combined will be negligible in front of whatever was banging the door.

Could this be your end? At least you were going to die alongside the love of your life. The love of your life who was filled with hatred for you.

The door broke down and opened, revealing a woman.

“Carlos!” It was your best friend. “Is this real?” She was the one in whose arms you cried when you thought your wolf-boy died. Your estimation was right because she was stronger than both of you. But, at least you were safe now.

“Yes,” was all Carlos could say.

“Y/n?”

“She is with me.”

“I am here,” You spoke. “I got a vial,” you pointed to the poison vial you had in your hand.

“Good job.” She turned to Carlos, “I hope you’re not a hybrid.”

“I am just a werewolf.” He replied.

She nodded. “Let’s get you both out of here.”

"I am going to get some groceries. Close the door behind, you two are the most wanted this time." You heard her saying to him before she left.

You took off your shirt. The open wound was throbbing with pain. It looked even more disgusting in the mirror. You didn't heal like that anymore.

You jerked when you made eye contact with him in the mirror as he entered the room. You immediately took a towel to cover your torso. "My apologies." He immediately apologised when he noticed you were shirtless and was about to leave until he noticed the wound. He came and stood behind you. Placing a hand gently on the wound, he asked, "Who did this to you?" You made eye contact with him. "The vampires." You replied. "And, did you see the injuries on your back?" You half turned to give it a look. "Lay on the bed." He ordered.

He closed the door behind him and came to you.

"How did you survive?" You asked out of nowhere. "Like how those vampires did. They captured me but didn't kill me." He answered. "They tortured me to near death instead."

"What else did they do?" You asked. "What else did you see?"

“They used to whip us with wolfsbane-coated whips.” He replied. “Some either died due to poisoning or due to brutal torture.”

"And he didn't, how lucky I am." You mumbled to yourself. "This wasn't your luck." He said and you jerked. You forgot he has superhearing. "I wanted to live. I knew if I were able to get out of there, a woman would be waiting for me." You turned to look at him. "But I expected you to move on." He removed his hands from your back. "You're done."

You got up to sit straight on the bed, wrapping a towel around your torso to cover yourself. “I never moved on.” He got up and opened the closet. He took out a button-up shirt. It was a powdered blue one. He always looked so good in them. He came near you and presented it to you. “Wear it.”

“I am fine.”

“You’re uncomfortable.” You sighed lightly and took it. You put it on and unwrapped the towel. The fabric when rubbed on your shoulder made you hiss.

“Are you fine?” He asked.

“Yes, just rubbing.” The wolfsbane whip. They must have left scars on him.

“Did you heal?” You asked.

“What?”

“The wolfsbane scars. They whipped you with wolfsbane-coated whips. Did they heal?”

He hesitated for a moment, but shook his head to answer, “No, they didn’t.”

“Show me.” You said but he started to walk away. You immediately grabbed his arm, “Please.” You requested again, trying to give him those puppy dog eyes, hoping that would make him melt.

You ran your fingers gently over his back filled with purple scars from wolfsbane. His breath hitched when a finger poked a little. Your eyes moistened. Why did he have to tolerate all this?

“Thank you,” you spoke up.

“For what?”

“For living for me.” You replied. “For tolerating all this torture just to survive. For me.”

“And thank you,” he turned around, “for waiting for me.”

“Carlos…” you moaned as you cupped his cheeks. He grabbed you by your waist to pull you closer. You grabbed him by his neck and closed the gap between him and your lips.

He pulled you onto his lap and his lips moved to your neck. You moaned loudly and wrapped your legs around his waist, with a tight grip of your hands on his shoulders to support yourself.

Your soft moans mixed with his loud groan as you both reached your climax. He collapsed next to you. You pulled over the duvet and turned over to close your eyes. Your eyes were too tired to keep open and your body was exhausted after the intercourse you just had with him. You heard him shuffling in the sheets. His one arm spooned you to his chest. He slowly kisses your eyes which lulls you into sleep.

Maybe he has forgiven you. All you need as confirmation is to hear those exact words from him.

A/n: Tell me in the comments if I should write a 2nd part. Thanks to @faithm120601 for continuing to write the supernatural fics or I wouldn't had the motivation to write this one, I've been trying to write these for the last 5 months. Also thanks to @samspenandsword and @saradika for the dividers.

[dominimoonbeam]

Bite to Bruise Finale

The final chapter of Bite to Bruise comes out this Friday. I started writing this story and posting it in March last year and now have a finished manuscript sitting on my desk for edits before publishing! Thank you again to everyone that's been reading it and encouraging the work. It's been so much fun to write and share. <3 <3 <3

[kaspurrcat]

I'm so excited to be able to post about my second @steddiebang fic "Moon Breaks Knight" by @alchemistc. It's a beautifully written witch!Eddie and werewolf!Steve fic with magic and amazing world building and so much more. I really could do on and on about it.

It was so much fun to be apart of this team. I had so much fun brainstorming and bouncing ideas off everyone.

The rest of our team includes fellow artist Axel and betas Alex and Zo.

Here's a taste as to what's to come.

Ao3

Eddie has enjoyed the quiet solitude of the forest for years -- the shifting breeze in the branches of trees he knows as well as himself, the den of chittering foxes and the mysterious hart who appears so rarely, the white ash tree that has grown up around him as he built a fortress away from the town he'd grown up in, away from the ghosts of his past.

Eddie has little desire to be drawn into the conflict stirring around the kingdom, but wards Eddie has spent his own blood, sweat, tears and song to build begin to fail, and woods that haven't seen a visitor in decades keep shuffling people along towards the clearing in the forest where Eddie has made his home. The village where he'd buried his mother is destroyed by a darkness Eddie doesn't understand, and wolves draw ever closer.

[natalievoncatte]

Content/Trigger Warning: Violence and blood

They must have used chloroform or some other trick to knock her out. Lena almost got away. Flickers of sorcerous power -raw, unrefined, deadly in their chaotic wrath- sparked between her fingers and screamed in her bones. If she’d been more alert, if she hadn’t been be checking her phone because Kara hasn’t answered about seventeen calls and half again many texts, Lena might have blown her attacker through a wall, electrocuted the flesh from their bones, or boiled their brain in its box.

Instead they snapped a black bag over her head and she woke up here. She instantly knew that she was below ground; the magical currents in the earth were frustratingly close but cut off somehow. Reaching for them was like grabbing at a wriggling fish coated in oil.

As awareness flooded back in, she knew why: the heavy iron collar around her neck, a Luthor family relic for which one of her ancestors had paid a deathly price. A witch-collar, inscribed with hellish runes.

The bag came away from her head and she looked around. She was in a chair in a basement room, in a disused part of the family wine cellar. She blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision.

Everything was red. It took her a moment to realize the room was bathed in red light from banks of lamps all around her, all around them.

Kara lay a few yards away, curled up on the floor, bundled up in a ball. She was in her cheer uniform, her golden hair turned bronze in the strange light and her skin bruised and filthy from the rough stone floor.

That shouldn’t be… how…

Lena jumped when a nearby speaker on a table chirped with Lex’s voice.

“Hello, Lena.”

“Lex?” she snapped. “What is this? What the hell are you doing?”

“Teaching you a hard lesson,” he said. “You’ve been rolling in the dirt long enough. Father won’t have it, and he left it to me to put a stop to it.”

“Put a stop to what?”

“You’ve been rutting… if you can call it that… with that thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lena lied, her desperation betraying her. “Take this collar off and I’ll heal her and we’ll hope she keeps quiet about…”

“She killed one of the men I sent to take her,” said Lex. “Ripped his throat right out.”

Lena froze. “It’s not… she’s not…”

“Like that?” said Lex. “Like all the other ones? No, she’s not. At first I couldn’t fathom how she walks in daylight… but it was a simple matter to discern what wavelengths she’s sensitive to. Once I did, all I had to do was lock her up with a little of her home ambiance.”

Oh God. The lamps.

Lena rushed to where Kara lay, almost scraping her knees in the process. She rolled the other girl over and found Kara emaciated and corpselike, her skin waxy and sallow and her eyes sunken, her beauty somehow undiminished.

“I hate you,” Lena choked out “I hate you, Lex. You fucking bastard.”

“I know. You’ll get over it. Look there.”

A few feet away, a sharpened wooden stake lay on the stone tiles.

Oh no. Oh God no, not this.

“Kill her. Destroy this creature and affirm your loyalty and the collar comes off. You may think you’re powerful, but you’re not, Lena. Father has the true power here.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m going to turn off the lamps. She’s wounded and blood-starved. It’s kill her or be killed.”

“I’d rather die.”

“So be it.”

The lamps went out with a thump, others coming on in the same instant, in the normal, cold light of the old lamps that glowed down here beneath the mansion.

Kara stirred. She rolled onto her side, then her hands and knees, and rose up to kneel. A long, rasping sound escaped her lips, half sigh and half death rattle. She looked at Lena.

“He’s right. I don’t think I can control it.”

The words came out malformed around the retractable fangs jutting from her gums. The soft red glow of her eyes swallowed the blue of her irises and she seemed lost, staring.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’d never.”

Kara swallowed, rasping against a dry throat.

“Take it.”

“No.”

Kara looked at her plaintively, then darted across the cellar on all fours, grabbing the stake herself.

“Kara, don’t!”

“This is the only way.”

Lena bolted, crashing into Kara, heedless of impaling herself on the jagged wood. Kara forced her back, holding the stake in one hand.

“Not much time left,” Kara rasped. “Mind fading. Hunger always wins. Love you, Lee. Love you always.”

“DON’T,” Lena screamed. Kara pressed a kiss to her lips, soft, cold, her lips as dry as paper and seemingly as brittle.

The stake bit through her chest with a sickening dry crack as she shoved with both hands, groaning. She toppled beside Lena, both of them lying on the floor, and went still.

Lena felt as if it had pierced her own chest, as though her own heart were torn out. The wild magic in her surged and churned, longing to make a connection with the ancient power in the stones beneath her body, but the collar refused her. She wailed, shaking Kara’s limp, emaciated form as if to wake her up.

The next thing she heard was the heels of Lex’s shoes on the stones as he walked into the room.

“How tragic. I suppose she had actual feelings for you, after all.”

Lena threw herself at him, fingers hooked for his eyes, but he shoved her aside and she fell to the ground with a grunt.

“If you’d been more cooperative about all this, I might have let you keep her as a pet. No matter. After you’ve finished your training, love will have about as much meaning to you as it does to me.”

“I’ll never be like you.”

Lex stood over her, grinning. “Oh, you will.”

He reached down and took hold of the collar, and Lena cried out in agony as he pulled, using the cold iron to drag her to her feet. Then she went still.

With an abrupt jerk, Kara sat up, her movements strangely sharp and inhuman. She rose to her feet, the stake still embedded in her chest, impaled through the Midvale High Ranger on the chest of her leotard. She looked at Lex and smiled.

“What the fuck,” he snarled, immediately turning for the door. “Otis! Otis get in here! Kill it!”

Kara dragged him back, throwing him to the floor. She grasped the stake and pulled, dragging it from her chest and casting it to the floor.

“I am Kryptonian,” she hissed. “I am as far beyond your weakling Terran vampires as they are beyond you. Did you really think I could be killed with a stick?”

“Otis!” Lex screamed, “Otis, get in here!”

“Otis won’t be joining us,” Alex said. Kara’s sister strode into the room, Otis’s blood still on her chin and hands. “I’m afraid he had a prior engagement. My family and I had him for dinner.”

“Oh fuck,” Lex muttered.

Feral and lean and predatory, Kara stalked towards him.

“You hurt my Lena,” she said, her voice barely a breathless whisper.

Then she stopped and looked at Lena.

Lena stood there for a broken moment, staring at her brother, expecting to feel pity or confusion or at least some kind of conflict, but she felt as empty as he always said she would.

“Do it,” said Lena. “Then get this fucking thing off me. I’m going to kill his father tonight.”

Fangs bared, Kara lunged. Lena turned away. Alex didn’t.

When it was over, Kara smeared the last dregs of Lex on the back of her arm, and when she tore apart the collar, Lena seized from her a feral kiss, savoring the prick of fangs on her burning lips.

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Y/N comes running in scared...

Y/N: hide me! please!

Steve: why?

Y/N: it's werewolf...uh...love season and Wanda's very...

Y/N gets dragged off by Werewolf!Wanda...

Wanda: I need my detka (growls)

Y/N: please be gentle, baby.

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Hi, could you write something with Wanda and reader, both of them being werewolf. Yn doesn't trust the avengers too much but Wanda does, so they joined them.

Wanda is the same person when she transformed but Yn doesn't. Yn is quieter but wanted to play a lot and trust them when they transformed and very protective, always around Nat and Wanda, Thor, Yelena and Kate. They liked when she is a werewolf because she doesn't care too much about anything. She bites a bit, but always playfully and gives them something to play.

Playful

Y/N: 22 years old Wanda: 22 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Wands, I don't know" Y/N sighs, flopping down on the couch next to her girlfriend.

Wanda and Y/N have known each other since childhood. The two have been through everything together… Y/N's parents death, Wanda's parents death, then Pietro's death and even their first ever transformation into wolves.

Yes, Wanda and Y/N are werewolves. The girls were scared at first and had no idea what to do. After all, they were only 16 when it happened for the first time.

They learned how to control it over the years though and now their favorite thing to do is running around the forest in the middle of the night.

"I know it's scary. We've always had only each other and I really enjoy being only with you… But having some friends can't harm us. And we can help to save other people" Wanda says, holding her girlfriend's hands and hoping Y/N would agree. "We can always leave if we won't like it"

"… Fine" Y/N sighs, giving in. "But if we don't like it, promise me we'll just leave and live together in a little house in the forest like we've always wanted" Y/N says, looking Wanda in the eyes.

"I promise" Wanda smiles and leans in to peck her girlfriend's lips with a kiss. "Thank you"

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And that's how the two ended up joining the Avengers. Y/N still isn't exactly happy about it, but Wanda is. And when Wanda's happy, Y/N feels happy too.

Y/N found her small group in the Avengers where she feels comfortable. Of course Wanda takes number one place, she's her loving girlfriend and Y/N loves her more than anything.

Then there are Yelena and Kate. Both absolutely love playing around with Y/N when she's in her wolf form. Plus the three are really good friends and somehow always get in some kind of trouble which drives Wanda and Natasha crazy.

That brings us to Natasha who would be another person Y/N feels comfortable with. The redhead still has nightmares from the Red Room and Y/N helps her with it just by being with her. The Black Widow seems tough, but there's nothing she loves more than when Y/N's in her wolf form, resting her head on the assassin's lap while she's running her fingers through the wolf's soft fur.

This group wouldn't be complete without Thor. He never resists the cute puppy eyes Y/N gives him and always shares some of his food with the wolf underneath the table. Wanda's always quite annoyed by it, but she knows damn well that she can't resists Y/N's cute puppy eyes either.

"Wandaaa, I'm booored. Come play with meee" Y/N whines, pulling her girlfriend out of their bed. She's been feeling super playful today, but Wanda's in the exact opposite mood.

"Y/N, I'm tired. You kept me up until like 4 am. I want to sleep" Wanda sighs. The girls spent the night in the forest again and went to bed really late.

Y/N groans, leaving the room and transforming into her wolf form. She feels more comfortable like that whenever she's upset.

The upset wolf makes her way over to Natasha who's currently filling up some mission reports in the living room.

Y/N walks over to the couch Natasha's sitting on, putting her head on the redhead's lap.

"Hi there, Y/N/N" Natasha smiles, running her fingers through Y/N fluffy fur. "What got you so upset?" She pouts, looking at how quiet her wolf friend currently is.

Y/N runs for the ball that she spotted in the living room before running back and placing it on the ground, nudging Natasha's leg with her head.

"Oh. You want to play" Natasha chuckles, Y/N waving her tail in response. Natasha picks up her phone, leaving Yelena a quick text. Natasha loves playing around with Y/N, but she really has a lot of mission reports to fill up. Knowing her sister, Yelena doesn't care about some papers, so she'll definitely have time to take Y/N on the garden.

"Y/N/N, come here! I heard someone wants to play!" Yelena calls from the door frame, squishing Y/N's favorite toy on which Y/N immediately runs up to the blonde, happy that someone will play with her.

Yelena takes Y/N out on the garden and runs around with her, throwing her branches they found on the garden and just playing. The pair is soon joined by Kate who saw them from the window and decided to join her two friends.

About two hours later, the three girls are laying on the grass, Y/N back in her human form and they just laugh about some silly things that come into their minds.

"I don't know how about you, but I'm pretty hungry and something's telling me Thor's just making himself some snack, so I'll go to check that up" Y/N says, standing up, Kate and Yelena following.

They walk back to the kitchen and as Y/N thought, Thor's sitting at a table, eating his big snack. She sneaks behind him, stealing one of his pop tarts and running away, ignoring Thor's calls. She knows he'd end up giving her some anyway as they're really good friends.

"Oh. Wow. Slow down" Wanda chuckles, spotting her girlfriend running towards her.

"Oh. Hi, Wands. Did you have a nice nap?" Y/N asks with a smile, hiding her pop tart behind her back.

"Yeah. What do you have there?" Wanda asks with a raised eyebrow, trying to look behind her girlfriend's back.

"Nothing" Y/N responds, moving around, so Wanda couldn't see anything.

"If it's nothing then why don't you just show me? Are you afraid you'd have to share food with me?" Wanda asks teasingly, raising her eyebrow again.

"Hm. No?"

"Yeah. Sure" Wanda smirks, slowly walking behind Y/N which makes the girl think she's free of this conversation.

Y/N isn't the only one in a playful mood now though. Wanda sneaks behind, ripping the pop tart out of Y/N's hand and running away. "Thanks, babe!"

"Hey! Get back here! That was mine!"

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I wasn't exactly sure about how to write the werewolf stuff, but hopefully it's not that bad...

I hope you enjoyed reading it!!

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