#what if they just get more and more wolfish as the moon gets closer to full

[rantceratops]

But what if your soon to be Moonshadow girlfriend turned into a werewolf on the full moon? What then?

(Basically a second attempt at this old thing.)

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟔 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

kinktober day 006 | roommate!natasha x werewolf!reader

despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for.

cont. reader has a cock, (very) rough sex, breeding, creampie

word count. 2063

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“Natasha, you can’t stay here during my transformation,” you plead, grasping your roommate’s hand in yours.

The brunette is adamant, looking up at you with a stubbornly steely gaze. “I’m staying, Y/N. You don’t have to do this alone anymore. You don’t have to suffer alone.”

You wring your hands in exasperation, somewhere near tearing your hair out in frustration or crying in anger. “You’re not listening to me, Nat. It’s not just the pain. I become a different being altogether, and you just can’t see me like that.”

“I can, and I will,” she stubbornly says, folding her arms over her chest and mistakably pushing her cleavage up, too.

The tips of your ears burn at seeing Natasha so utterly bratty.

You bite your tongue, refusing to argue with Natasha even more. Keeping you safe was one thing, but the real reason to steer Natasha away from you during the full moon was to keep her safe.

Because when you’re in your werewolf form, your true desires get heightened by a thousandfold, and from the way you already feel about Natasha, you’re worried it might implode when it comes to your inner beast.

As the Gods of Fate have it out for you, the full moon comes earlier than expected.

Your first agonized cry comes when Natasha’s still in the shower.

“Y/N!” Natasha calls out your name, once, haphazardly scrambling to wrap a towel around herself and sprint to the room where your cries are coming from.

The sight that greets her is absolutely horrific.

You’re bent over, on the floor of your room, on all fours and spitting out blood. Your back is bent at an inhuman angle, your spine broken.

“......Y/N?” Natasha’s voice shook, rooted to the spot in sheer terror.

You don’t respond. You’re in a state of little awareness, or so it seems, a low grunt of pain and fury escaping from you as your transformation continues. 

Natasha takes in a deep breath and steps into the room.

She wants to reach out, hold your hand, tell you that it’s going to be fine but she knows it’s not. The sounds of excruciating pain, broken bones, and surpassed limits make Natasha weep for you on the inside, knowing that you have to go through this painstaking process every month.

The transformation seems to be slowing down, now. Your human blood is splattered across the walls of your room, but your werewolf form seems to be perfectly healthy. You’re still more human than wolf, though: your muscles had thickened and were iron-hard, and you were taller than before. 

However, your wolfish eyes that survey the room are bloodshot red and absolutely inhuman.

That gaze is a chilling scene, narrowed eyes and steady puffs of air surveying the room. Your slow yet calculated mannerisms are reminiscent of your human form.

Natasha hasn’t quite yet caught your eye,  but when she does, it’s like a predator has found its prey.

Your red eyes are like lit coals and smoking silver, surveying Natasha with every ounce of authority and a near possesiveness.

“Natasha.”

Time stills, and the sound of your haunting voice reverberates around the four walls of your room.

Natasha truly can’t help but let out the tiniest whimper of fear. And perhaps a little something more.

“Y/N,” Natasha says your name again, because it seems to be the only thing capable of falling from her lips, and she swallows harshly at your predatory behaviour. She presses into the wall, one hand clutching the top of her towel, the other finding purchase in the edge of your cupboard. 

When you begin to move closer, Natasha screws her eyes shut, anticipating what was to come. Your presence looms over her, metaphorically and physically, and Natasha waits for her inevitable demise.

The ‘inevitable demise’ never happens.

Instead, Natasha’s eyes flutter open slowly to your huge hands gently wrapping around her torso, a sharp nose burying itself into the crook of her neck.

The whine she lets slip is involuntary. Your close proximity undermines her calm composure, regardless of your way, shape, or form. If that was telling of her feelings towards you, Natasha would choose to play oblivious.

You’re supposed to be scary, and Natasha’s supposed to be terrified, but with the way you’re dragging your nose up and down the column of Natasha’s slender neck, inhaling her sweet scent, she hardly considers her heart to be beating steadily.

She’s intoxicated by you, even more so with your unabashed exploration of Natasha’s neck. The redhead might be grasping at straws, but it’s almost like you’re seeking something. Something from Natasha. Comfort, perhaps?

“You’re okay,” the redhead whispers, fingers combing through your fur in comforting motions. She hears something that sounds suspiciously like a purr of satisfaction, so she repeats that motion.

Your head moves from her pale neck to her pretty collarbones and down her cleavage until your nose hits the obstruction of Natasha's towel.

A low rumble of disgruntlement sounds from somewhere deep in your chest. Natasha lets a full-body shudder take its hold of her body, under the vibrations of your low decibels.

Not comfort, then. What was it?

Almost like you could read Natasha’s inner thoughts, your werewolf form decides to say capre diem and let a huge hand slither up the inside of your roommate’s bare thigh.

Natasha squeals and swats your hand away, instinctively, then she catches herself and her eyes go wide. 

Oh. 

The fire that dances in your eyes is nothing short of a human-like mischief, playful and oh so dangerous. The incarnadine flush that adorns Natasha’s cheeks like a flower blossoming in the spring is one that your werewolf greedily soaks up, pulling her body flush against yours.

You can see the moment realization hits Natasha, the moment she realizes your desires are nothing short of sinful. 

“Want,” you enunciate slowly, stately and unyielding. Your eyes are locked onto hers, gleaming. 

Expectant. Possessive. Knowing.

The grasp of your hand on her inner thigh once again has Natasha letting out a breathy moan, one of pleasure and a startling realisation.

It wasn’t comfort. It was sex.

-----

If Natasha knew that werewolves were this fucking astronomical at sex, she would’ve introduced supernatural creatures into her bed a long time ago.

The position she’s in is nothing short of embarrassing, on all fours, grasping at the headboard like it was her lifeline. 

Perhaps it was, truthfully, because with the ferocity of the thrusts of your Herculean-sized werewolf cock into her pussy from behind was worthy of being sent to the afterlife. Not like Natasha would complain, though.

“Oh- mhmmm, n’more, s’too much,” Natasha slurs, her breasts shaking rhythmically with each time your jerk that massive thing into her, velvet walls squeezing tight around your pulsing cock. Her eyes are threatening to roll back, drool already spilling from the sides of her lips, arousal already leaking from her thighs and on to the bed.

You don’t seem to give a damn about the messiness of it, though, and that could perhaps be linked to the scientific nature of more barbaric animals. But Natasha could ponder over animal studies at a later point in time, for now she was being treated like a fuckdoll, and it was midblowingly gratifying.

“All– the way,” you grunt, trying to shove the entirety of your huge cock into Natasha’s pussy, clearly displeased by the fact that you were struggling to be sealed inside the redhead completely and inescapably. 

It shouldn’t have been a problem because she was already so wet, so pliant, so perfect for the taking. You’d make do with what you had, though.

“It’s too big,” Natasha had whined earlier, gasping as your tip stretched her opening out, the biggest thing she’d ever taken in her life. Her grasp on the headboard tightened as you slid in with a cruel impatience, big hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

“I’ll… make it fit,” you reply, somewhat slowly, your speech clearly deterred by your transformation into part-animal. The results of it are undeniably effective, nonetheless, the cockiness of your brash words making arousal pool in Natasha’s hips.

You’ve reached a sweet spot of Natasha’s, and her walls clench around your big cock tightly, mewling as you push its head against her sponginess. 

“Right there, please, please, plea-” Natasha is cut off by one of her own moans when you jerk inside her, spurred on by the sheer tightness she’s providing you. 

When you lean down to entrap Natasha in a breeding press, your bigger body engulfing her smaller one, slick and sweat converging in an unholy sacrament, it’s all over for her.

Going weak in the knees, Natasha moans as her arms give out and her front flops into the bed. The results of this lie in the fact that her back becomes beautifully arched, her ass rising towards the ceiling; your wolfish eyes drink the sight in with a lick of your lips, cock twitching at the prospect of all the new angles you’d be able to reach.

An animalistic prowess takes mighty hold over your sentience, triggering a feral craze to wash over your werewolf form, and it takes mere seconds before you ram your cock back inside Natasha’s wrecked cunt with undying fervour.

The warbled sounds the girl lets out beneath goes unheard, muffled by the pillow, but the sheer slickness of her pretty pussy gives a certain confirmation that she was enjoying it as much as you did. 

Not that your werewolf would care much, anyways: What it was chasing was pleasure, seeking relief in the completely sexual sense, a carnal desire to take and to breed and to claim. 

You push yourself in hilt-deep inside Natasha, fully lodged in, skin against skin.

Instinctively, your hands fly to Natasha’s belly. You can feel your cock bulge there, spreading her out, filling her up.

The next series of your thrusts cause Natasha to make noises she’s never made before, her body moving like clay under your touch. 

You pull out and make her sob, then thrust all the way back in with an unbridled strength that leaves Natasha breathless. Then again, and again, until she cums helplessly around your cock, pulsing and throbbing and alight with nerves.

This is not the side of you Natasha’s grown to know and love. There are no gentle smiles, no soft hugs and whispered words of admiration. It’s completely animalistic, entirely pleasure-chasing, undeniably one-sided.

You’re thrusting into her like she’s your personal fuckdoll, bringing her to high after high, but you don’t even seem to register that fact. You’re using her for your pleasure, and it should be wrong, but…

“More! More, please, please, need another,” Natasha sobs into the pillow, every fibre of her body screaming at her to stop but her brain unable to put it into action. She hardly registers what she’s saying, only begging pathetically and dripping endlessly.

“Inside,” you growl, right next to her ear, sharp teeth grazing her earlobe. Natasha babbles her acknowledgement, even more turned on at the prospect of being filled, fuck it, and the orgasm that crashes over the both of you is heaven-like.

Natasha’s scream of your name reverberates for miles to come.

With that, you’re cumming, finally, and the seed that spills out from you is endless. Natasha drools into the pillow as you unload your cum inside her, gripping fistfuls of her ass pressed flush against your hips. 

“Mine,” you hear yourself say. The helplessly, pathetically aroused tone of your voice nearly makes Natasha weep again — she’s rendered a damn werewolf near speechless.

Streams of white fluid spray onto Natasha’s back once you’re done with her cunt. You manhandle her around to face the front, to find her pretty eyes rolled to the back of her head, drool coating her lips.

Your werewolf heaves as you watch as your seed overflows from her pretty pussy and on to her thick thighs. A perfect creampie.

Your werewolf, however, has different plans, feeling your cock stiffen again at the sight of her ruined pussy. 

-----

The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing feeling between your legs.

Shit. Was it my transformation?

You leap out of bed, yanking the covers off—

To reveal a very naked Natasha Romanoff, your best friend and your roommate.

She awakes with a start, blinking at the light, and then wincing as if her body was aching all over.

“.......Nat?” you ask hesitantly, eyes trailing over her marked thighs and tits. “What happened last night?”

“Okay. Don’t panic, but you’re fathering my children.”

finally catching up on fics!! i did spend significantly longer on this fic, so it would be highly appreciated if you could reblog

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[writing-rat]

Wolfish Studies

Pairing: Wednesday x Enid

Content: Fluffy stuff

Summary: Wednesday researches Enid when she hears some wolfish abilities she gets. It leads to more.

WC: 1431

“Yip,” came a sound from the other room. Wednesday, who was writing in a pair of loose black jeans and a black tank top, looked over. It was hot weather after all. Summer was on the horizon and the tan girl couldn’t help but wait for the embrace of the hot sun. Currently, looking at the wolf, she was shocked to see her sprawled out, her legs spasming. Grabbing her phone, she proceeded to record, wanting to study the wolf more. She was intrigued. 

Pausing her writing at the moment, which was rare, she got closer, recording more of it as she was intrigued and even took photos. However, when Enid did wake up the wolf did startle and bring out her claws, her fangs also elongating as well. An improvement from last year. “Lethal fangs,” Wednesday hummed, going to touch one but Enid backed away. 

“What are you doing?” the colourful girl asked in shock. 

“I am simply admiring your wolfish abilities,” Wednesday explained. “Blood moon wolves are rare after all,” Wednesday added. Enid blinked. “There is also not much research so I want to take that chance if it is ok with you?” Wednesday asked. Enid nodded. 

“Of course. Just don’t… startle me like that again,” Enid answered, embarrassed that her bestie wanted to research her but she was happy with that. “So why were you over my bed?” Enid asked curiously. 

“You yipped in your sleep and saw you were dreaming. Your leg was spasming like a dog would. What were you dreaming about?” Wednesday asked curiously, setting a blanket on top of the colourful bed that was black. Enid couldn’t help but chuckle at the stoic girl as she watched her. 

“I was dreaming about saving you from the Hyde admittedly,” Enid confided. Wednesday nodded as she wrote that down in her notes app. 

Maybe the phone was more useful than she thought, being able to record her research and take photos and videos…

-

The next thing that happened was when Enid was annoyed. Enid had been having a good day but that was until Esther messaged her. She hated her mom, invalidating her wolf and disappointed she turned just to save ‘that Addams girl’. On the text however it was reminding her to keep on top of her grades, the report cards having been released to parents. It was about her one bad grade, a C in botany. She really was trying. Wednesday, who was in the room, turned around at the growl as she was taking care of her taxidermy when it happened. 

Seeing the claws and fangs, she strode over to her as Enid glanced over, calming down before flushing when Wednesday grabbed her face and poked at her mouth curiously. “Warn a wolf,” Enid joked before she saw the hint of a smile on Wednesday’s face. Wednesday once again took photos as she was adding them to the note she had made about Enid already. “Longer than average fangs, claws are much sharper and your fangs are pointier,” she spoke as she poked at the sharp bit then the speck of blood on the tip of her finger, watching it go down her arm. Enid blushed.

“That good?” Enid asked curiously. Wednesday nodded.

“Yes. You are more dangerous than a normal werewolf. I love it,” Wednesday informed. Enid blushed. That was a compliment from Wednesday, from her crush. She nodded happily. She couldn’t wait for Wednesday to research more on her. And of course, she knew the size of a werewolf’s fangs. It was Wednesday they were talking about. Also, her poking the tip o her fangs on purpose.

Enid was so in love. 

-

It was a weird feeling that Enid had. Xavier was talking to Wednesday and she was feeling herself wanting to transform for some reason. She even was baring her fangs at times before she was realising and was trying to stop it, trying to calm down. Her wolf was annoyed that Xavier was with Wednesday. “You’re being weird,” Yoko stated next to her. She was smirking though, like she knew something. 

“Shut up,” the wolf snapped, growling as Xavier went to touch Wednesday’s shoulder but she backed up. “It’s stupid. I know she can defend herself but my wolf is annoyed and I have no idea why,” Enid whined loudly, not that anyone was listening to them. 

“I think I know,” Yoko teased. Enid was quick to look at Yoko, doing her best puppy dog eyes while her claws and fangs were elongated.

“Can you please tell me, oh dearest best friend who I trust my life with?” Enid asked manipulatively. Yoko was going to say anyway. It was prime teasing material. 

“You are her mate, you’re both meant to be,” Yoko stated. “And quite frankly it’s adorable but I don’t want to ever walk in on your room again when you start dating,” Yoko added. Enid flushed red and whined as she covered her face, Wednesday coming over after a bit.

 

“What is up with Enid here?” Wednesday asked. 

“She got jealous about you talking to Xavier and her claws and fangs were out,” Yoko stated. Wednesday nodded. That needed some research.

-

It was the same day but it was night this time. Wednesday had kept an eye on Enid and she was acting… stranger than usual. She was not speaking and she was looking away from Wednesday. Wednesday was glad they were in their room. 

“What is up with you?” Wednesday asked tilting her head. Enid debated before she looked down. 

“I… promise to not hate me?” Enid asked. Wednesday nodded. 

“I could never hate you mi vida,” Wednesday reassured. 

“I… have a crush on you and we are mates. I’m sorry,” Enid apologised. She was looking down. Wednesday meanwhile was shocked. 

“Do I ever speak another language around people?” Wednesday asked. That confused Enid. 

“No… unless you’re frustrated that is,” she responded confused.

“Exactly. It is because I am in love with you if it sounds less annoyed,” Wednesday spoke. Enid was shocked as she stared at her. “Really?” she asked. Wednesday nodded. Enid grinned when she suddenly pounced on Wednesday like a wolf would, causing the seer to make a mental note. That was when Enid kissed Wednesday. Who knew research could lead to more? 

“Now, let us continue research,” Wednesday spoke after the kiss. Enid just grinned. They would become official soon enough, Wednesday knew it. She would have to ask soon. She knew how to. 

-

It was nearly night time and it was a full moon. With the headteacher's permission, she managed to go to the lupin cages with Enid, all the wolves being set to one at night to be alone unless mated. With the knowledge that Wednesday was mated to Enid, it was allowed. Wednesday would not get hurt by her after all. Wednesday was wanting to see her wolf form and the day after she could take her on a date too. Enid was embarrassed as she was stripping down, not wanting to ruin her clothes. She was thankful when she saw how Wednesday had turned around almost immediately, not wanting to embarrass her girlfriend or make her feel awkward. It took about a few minutes before the wolf was grunting. Wednesday was staying where she was, tempted to look around but she didn’t want to embarrass the taller girl. She only turned around when she felt a wolfish nose nuzzle against her neck. She jumped at the coldness but she couldn’t help the smirk that came out. She loved it as she admired the blonde wolf, seeing all the muscles compared to the first time when she had to rush off. “You look amazing mi corazon,” Wednesday stated, stroking the wolf who let out a few rumbles just like a cat purring. Wednesday would make her notes soon, but she would take photos and videos now. She recorded Enid howling, barking and whimpering as well as her purr-like rumbles. She also took photos of the wolf in general, happy with what she got. She kept looking at her claws and fangs too, before she saw the wolf getting restless. 

Eventually, Enid ended up pouncing on Wednesday, grunting and growling. She was trying to tell Wednesday to cuddle her. Wednesday laughed a bit before she relented, starting to cuddle the wolf. She was much bigger than the other wolves at least. She held onto the wolf, taking note of how warm she was and also how much more relaxed the wolf was around her. She was in love with her.

[midgardian-witch]

Blame It On The Moon

Jack has been distantly lately. A dangerous encounter in the woods shows you how much affection Jack and his wolf side really have for you.

tags: pining | monsterfucking | dub-con (everyone is into it but the circumstances are a bit iffy) | cunnilingus | afab!reader (no pronouns used) | penetration (p in v) | friends to lovers | body horror (werewolf transformation is described but not too detailed) | bad Spanish (because I am too shy to ask people for help)

ships: Jack Russell/afab!Reader

word count: 5.9k

AO3

Jack had been distant as of late. You had blamed it on the moon at first. Time had slowly creeped toward the dreaded full moon. The few days surrounding it always had him a bit cagey. You'd been traveling with Jack and Ted for so long identifying their moods had become second nature. Ted's humming and grunts got easier to interpret day by day. Even reading Jack had become easier, even though he hides his wolfish traits rather well. At this point you could figure out the current moon phase just by watching your werewolf companion for a while. 

So while you had blamed his strange behavior on the moon at first something is gnawing at the back of your mind. The way Jack hastily excused himself from your presence whenever you joined him and Ted for coffee or how when you'd wake up in the middle of the night - startled by the sound of an animal stepping on a particularly loud twig - you'd find neither hide nor hair of the werewolf. It all started to feel more and more like Jack was actively avoiding you. The why eluded you though. You had become good friends with the werewolf since you had joined him and Ted. Or so you thought at least. Had you done something to upset him? You'd talk to him and ask but every time you tried he'd made a quick exit. 

You slump down on a tree stump with a sigh. The rustling of foliage and a worried sounding grumbling alerts you to Ted's presence. You shake your head and wave him off. 

"Don't worry about it, Ted. I'm just overreacting." Or so you hope. 

The creature sits down next to you, raising an arm and offering a hug. You smile at him, grateful for his empathy and lean into the embrace. You take a deep breath and mumble a quiet thanks as he gives your body a soft squeeze. Even though Ted could look terrifying at first glance you know what a gentle being he truly is. Especially in times like this when emotions run high he’s like a calming balm for your soul. 

A few moments pass before you lean back from the embrace. Ted's big red eyes look at you in his very own version of the puppy dog eyes. A small laugh escapes you and you nod. 

"Yes, that helped. I feel a lot better already. Thank you, Ted."

Ted answers you with a pleased hum. His gaze drifts from your face to something behind you. You turn around to see what caught your friend's attention when you see Jack standing a few paces away, frozen in place. His mouth hangs open slightly as if he tried to say something but forgot what he wanted to say immediately after. He looks at you and for the first time since your very first meeting you can't pinpoint what emotion is going through his head. 

The look on his face is something you hadn't seen before. He almost looks angry? Disappointed? You're not quite sure and yet whatever this emotion is it's making you even more worried given his latest tendency to flee the scene whenever you were present. You take a step closer, unsure whether your presence is wanted or not. 

"Jack, are you alright? I haven't seen you around much lately. Did something happen?" 

Better to be blunt than struggle with subtlety and unnecessary niceties if you want to get behind what is going on with your friend. With every step you take, Jack's posture seems to stiffen even more, shoulders tense and jaw locked. You stop a few paces away from Jack, tilting your head quizzically. The man in front of you just stares at you, seemingly not having heard a thing you said while at the same time seeming keenly aware of your movements. 

"Jack?" 

You take another tentative step and like a scared rabbit he suddenly bolts. At the spot in which mere seconds ago your friend and companion stood is not even a Jack-shaped dust cloud left. You see him vanish back into the woods as you let out a frustrated sigh. So much for talking things over. 

You turn back to Ted who looks at you with his red glowing eyes and you suddenly feel pitied. Ted humms mournfully, his gaze drifting back to where Jack fled into the forest. 

"I don't know what I did for him to run from me like I have the plague", you mumble under your breath as you kick a defenseless stone in front of your feet. You only get a thoughtful grunt from Ted this time. 

"Or am I just overreacting? Is it just some new werewolf quirk he gets when the moon is getting fuller?"

Your thoughts tumble around like each one is a loose item in a desk drawer. Why would he react like this now? He'd been nervous or a bit jumpy in earlier moon cycles but never like this. Or at least not since you had joined the small group that was Ted and Jack. 

Ted's thoughtful rumble doesn't give you any more insight on Jack's strange behavior. You sit back down next to him and bury your face in your hands, letting out another frustrated sigh. 

"So you think it's just because there is a full moon tonight and he doesn't want to be close and potentially hurt me?" 

You don't turn to Ted as you question his reasoning, instead you look up and watch as the sun is starting to slowly set over the horizon. This whole situation, the worrying and uncertainty, made your head spin. You're rubbing the bridge of your nose to stave off the beginnings of a headache. 

Ted hums in affirmation and you choose to trust his judgment. He knew Jack longer than you did after all. And yet that answer did nothing to stop the nervous flutter in your stomach. Maybe you really were overthinking things. Jack was a kind and thoughtful man, it made sense for him to want to keep you safe, however strange it may seem. His protectiveness was one of the traits you admired in him. More than admired even. 

It's been a few weeks since you realized that your feelings towards Jack were more than just those one would have for a platonic friend. He made you feel safe and cared for regardless of the circumstances. You were in the woods in the middle of nowhere and yet you had never felt safer. Ted had a big part in that too but with Jack things were different. While Ted had become a great friend you didn't wake up from dreams of you two kissing tenderly under a starlit sky. But with Jack? You'd lost count of how often you wake up from dreaming about your lips pressing against his, hands combing through his unruly hair. 

All of this makes the distance he has inadvertently put between the two of you hurt even more. Did he know? Could werewolves sense things like that? Crushes? They say wolves can smell fear, was it the same for other emotions? Could he hear the way your heart beat faster whenever you got too close? Is that why Jack is staying away? Maybe he just wants to let you down easy but is too nice to tell you to your face that he is not interested in you. Not in that way. Just as a friend.

You shake your head as you let out another groan of frustration. No, you would not let yourself go down that train of thought. Your crush on Jack was bad enough but you would not put words in his mouth like that. You'd have to just ask him, talk to him about it. Somehow. When he doesn't just run away again. 

You look back at Ted, his red eyes studying you carefully. "I'll talk to him about that after the full moon. I've been safe before without him avoiding me for days on end. There needs to be a better solution."

You stand up and walk over to the small tent you and Jack used for shelter when the three of you were traveling - though at this point it hadn't been used by Jack in a while. A part of you is grateful for that especially since you've developed more than platonic feelings for the werewolf. Sleeping in the same tent as the man you have a crush on was dangerous territory. 

You enter the tent with one goal in mind: finding a distraction. Jack wouldn't be back before the morning at this rate and you'd rather not be alone with your thoughts at this time. You remember that there was a deck of cards around here somewhere. Roping Ted into playing a few rounds with you before it was time to retire for the night should keep your mind off of Jack for the time being. 

Digging around your belongings you come across something you hadn't seen in a while. From between Jack's things you recognize a soft piece of fabric - a scarf you had lent Jack early on when you decided to travel with the strange duo. Another security measure, or so the werewolf had explained, something to remember you by - to remember your scent - should you ever come across the wolf. Next to it you find sturdy iron chains, a bit on the older side but still functional. They were the chains Jack used to keep himself locked up and tied down at a full moon. 

Wait. 

What were the chains doing here when it was already starting to get dark and Jack was who-knows-where alone in the woods? A shiver runs down your spine. Jack wouldn't be this careless, not if there wasn't something bigger at play. 

You gather up your scarf and the iron chains, the card deck you came here for completely forgotten, and leave the tent. The chains rattle in your arms as you return to Ted's side. He gives you a questioning groan, head tilted to the side, as you stuff the heavy chains into your backpack and tie your scarf around your neck. 

"Jack left these and it's already getting dark. I have no idea how he could forget them but I have to get them to him before we have a werewolf wandering the woods. What if there are people camping? What if some hiker decided to go out at night for whatever-the-fuck. What if-"

What if he hurts someone innocent? Jack would never be able to live with himself after that. 

You close your bag with shaking hands, heart racing like you just ran a marathon. Putting on your backpack you take one last look at Ted. 

"I have to find him. I'll be fine. Just stay here in case he comes back before I find him."

Ted just nods, knowing once you had made up your mind he couldn't do much to dissuade you. With a soft hum he asks you to be safe and you give him a smile that you hope comes across as confident before you make your way into the woods. 

You're nervous, walking through the thick foliage, tall, sturdy trees obscuring most of the last rays of sunlight that fight their way over the horizon. You try to focus your senses on finding Jack, the sound of careful footsteps, the sight of a figure moving through the bushes or just the eerie feeling of someone being nearby, anything. But all you feel is your heart threatening to beat out of your chest, all you hear is your own quickened breath. What if you're too late? 

In desperation you start calling his name, your voice getting more and more panicked each time. After what feels like hours of walking but could have only been a few minutes of almost screaming yourself hoarse you finally hear the answering call of your own name. You stop in your tracks, eyes frantically searching for the source of the voice, Jack's voice. At a distance you see a figure move towards you. You call out his name again and the figure moves faster. Finally you see him fully, Jack closing in on you, his face a mirror of your own panic. 

"What are you doing here? The sun is almost down! You can't be here, it's too dangerous!"

You nod, completely agreeing, as you take off your backpack and open it, showing him the thick iron chains inside. 

"I am aware of that, thank you. But I couldn't let you be out here alone without these."

You pull the chains out of the bag and hold them out towards him. His face lights up in recognition before his brows furrow. He looks guilty. 

"I- I completely forgot. Dios mio, thank you. I just-" 

He takes the chains and looks around as if he suddenly realized he was lost. His eyes find the thick trunk of a tree nearby and he walks towards it. Jack takes a few rounds around the tree, inspecting it and giving it a small nod when he deems it suitable. He turns back to you, still a guilty look on his face as he asks: "Would you-? Could you- uh. Help me with this?" 

He must have done this so many times before and yet he stands before you like a lost child. Your heart squeezes uncomfortably in your chest as you nod and follow him to the tree. Carefully you wrap the iron chains around the tree and Jack, securing him to it like a hostage in one of those countless Robin Hood movies. You worry about hurting Jack but he guides you through the motions, telling you how tight the chains should be in order to hold him back. 

Your hands feel like they are burning after you are done - from the cold or the strain to them you don't know. You take a step back and look at the man in front of you. A quiet part in the back of your mind suggests that now is the time to make Jack talk, now that he can't run away again, but you push that voice back. By the thickness of the tree crowns you can't say how much daylight you have left and the wolf would certainly not be able to answer your questions. 

"You should leave."

You can tell he is trying to sound stern and yet his eyes betray him, pleading for you to heed his words. You take a moment to just look at him. You won't lie and say you aren't curious about the other him, the wolf. But that curiosity is overshadowed by a very different emotion. 

You don't want him to be alone. 

It's silly maybe. Staying here would be dangerous for you. No one can predict if Jack will still recognize you when he turns or if the chains, old as they are, would even hold tonight. But you have seen the aftermath enough to know that whatever happens on the full moon it drains Jack. Hurts him in ways that no blade nor bullet can. And you don't want him to go through that alone. 

Your pondering is disturbed by groans of pain. Jack is writhing against the chains, body shaking violently. Your eyes widen as you look up and only see a bit of silvery light shining through the leaves. 

The full moon had risen. 

Jack's groans of pain turn into inhuman growling. You watch as his limbs shift, claws and fur growing. It's hard to avert your gaze from this gruesome sight, your eyes linger while your mind tells you to run. And yet you are frozen in place, by shock or by fear is unclear and irrelevant. Time slows down as you watch the figure in front of you strain against the chains, growling like a cornered animal. He doesn't even seem to notice you anymore. 

"J-Jack?" 

Immediately his eyes are on yours. 

Oh. 

You'd have thought his eyes would look different but they are still Jack's. Still the same beautiful brown-green. Time slows down as the two of you just stare into each other's eyes and you feel like you can't breathe. 

Getting closer would be a horrible idea. Terrible. Absolutely stupid. 

As you try and talk yourself out of doing something that could get you seriously hurt or worse killed the wolfman starts to sniff the air around himself. A soft whine takes you by surprise. His eyes had become impossibly large, pupils dilated to leave nothing but black. He keeps panting and sniffing and whining, looking at you with the one thing you would have expected from Jack but not the wolf: puppy dog eyes. 

You blink as if it would change the scene in front of you. Maybe you hit your head on your way here or maybe you stumbled and this is a dream or hallucination. 

The surrealism of the situation gives you the courage to step forward, closer to the werewolf tied to a tree. You are only a few paces away before Jack starts to struggle against the chains again, growling and snarling angrily. You flinch and step back again. As you leave his proximity the wolf starts to whine again, looking at you with big, round eyes, pleading. Your first thought is that he wants to be free from those chains. Who wouldn't be after all? Nobody wants to be held against their will. 

You take another careful step forward, repeating this strange dance of two steps forward, one step back - all the time never breaking eye contact with the wolf. Each time you come closer Jack fights harder against his restraints. Each time you step back he starts whining and whimpering like a dog begging for treats. 

You just hope he doesn't see you as the treat. 

Repeating this song and dance multiple times you are now about an arm's length away from Jack. He is still straining and fighting against the chains but it doesn't scare you as much as it did but a few minutes ago. Slowly, carefully you raise your hand. Jack's eyes look away from yours for the first time - eager to watch your hand, head tilted towards it, eagerly taking in your scent. You swallow hard hoping against hope that if anyone saw you they would blame the heat in your cheeks on the cold. Your fingers softly brush against Jack's cheek and you feel his fur for the first time. You're in awe, your hand hovering next to his face. You'd never thought his fur would feel this soft. 

A rumbling startles you out of your thoughts and it takes you a moment to figure out the source of the sound. You can feel Jack rubbing his face against your hand, softly growling, almost like a purr, as he eagerly chases your touch. You can't quite stop the nervous laugh that forces its way out of your lungs. You resume your petting and the content rumbling sound gets louder, echoing in the empty forest. 

"Is that it? You want to be petted?" 

You don't really expect an answer but you feel like you can't just stay quiet around Jack, even if he isn't the best conversationalist at the moment. His mouth is hanging open, panting loudly, allowing you a closer look at his sharp fangs. The werewolf gives another whine, not content with just rubbing his cheek against the palm of your hand anymore. He drags his tongue along the inside of your wrist leaving a damp stripe of saliva in its wake. You gasp, embarrassed by the unbidden thoughts of how that tongue would feel in other places. 

Hesitantly you take a step back, needing the physical distance to compose yourself. You ignore the disgruntled growling of the werewolf and close your eyes, taking a deep breath. This was a bad idea. Jack isn't in his right mind and you shouldn't take advantage of that. Not to mention that the wolf in front of you may seem somewhat harmless now but that could change any second. You should leave and find Jack again in the morning to untie him. Or tell Ted where to find him. 

A metallic groan disrupts your thoughts and when you open your eyes again you see Jack pulling at his chains. You take another startled step back as the werewolf breaks his restraints, metal bending and breaking under his inhuman strength. 

In a flash he is on you, your body crashing into the ground. Your back hits the earth and you gasp, pain shooting up your spine. As you look up you see right into those stunning eyes that held you captivated only moments ago. Jack kneels over you, his whole body trapping you underneath him. He bends over, nuzzling into your neck. You hear nothing but his hot breath and your own heart pounding in your ears. You keep completely still, afraid that any small move could be the wrong one and thus your last. You were never afraid of Jack but the wolf had you terrified. You flinch involuntarily as you feel his wicked tongue against your neck, sharp canines dragging softly against your skin. Heat curls in your abdomen as you gasp out his name. The rumble in his chest vibrates through you as his body crowds yours. There is no space, no air left between the two of you as Jack rubs his face against your neck, claws against your sides and his hips sliding against your legs. 

It feels like your mind is made out of static as you feel the drag of his sizable erection against your thighs. You were afraid the wolf was seeing you as a treat to devour - you didn't know how right and wrong you were before now. 

"J-Jack! Oh God", you gasp as the werewolf keeps grinding down on you frantically. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the dark fur, pulling him even closer. With a pleased rumble he paws at your clothes, eager to get them off, to expose more and more of your skin. His claws rip through your clothes, the fabric tearing apart like tissue paper. You shiver at the contrast between the heat radiating off of Jack and the cool night breeze, goosebumps prickling over your skin. Jack drags his tongue from your neck over your collarbone to the swell of your chest. Your nipples stiffen with Jack's proximity and the low temperature of everything but yourself and the werewolf currently bent over you. 

He huffs against your bare skin, his tongue swirling around your peaked nipples. With a choked off moan you squirm beneath Jack. He holds you down with his sheer mass, his hips still grinding against you. You can feel the heat of his hard cock through the fabric of your pants. 

"F-fuck! Jack please-" 

You don't even know if he understands you, how much Jack there is left in this creature but you can't help yourself. Desperate for more, you tighten your grip on his fur and try to guide his head lower. The werewolf offers no resistance, only a questioning hum as he traces the path downward with his tongue. Once his face is right above your clothed pussy he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal that is evident to him even through your clothing. His whole body shudders and all air leaves his lungs with a dark growl. 

You flinch at the sound, your sex-addled mind clearing as you are once again aware of who and especially what you are currently laying under. This was dangerous. What are you even doing? You can't just have sex with Jack while he is under the influence of the full moon. This was a glaring consent issue. What if he doesn't want you like that? What if the wolf would actually try to eat you? What if-

You are violently pulled out of your thoughts by your pants being ripped apart by two clawed hands and dragged off of your body. With a surprised yelp you try and scramble backwards but the wolf is faster. His claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs much more gently than you could have anticipated. Once again you feel like you are pinned down like a butterfly in a display case. 

Jack spreads your legs apart, his face so close to your core with only the thin fabric of your underwear covering you. You watch him and try your best to stay still. His tongue runs along the already soaked fabric of your panties. You gasp and your hips involuntarily cant upwards, desperately seeking more friction. Jack repeats the motion with a satisfied growl before you feel his fangs against your skin. 

Your heart is pounding in your ears, both terrified and aroused by the sharp glide of his canines so close to your sensitive cunt. With one sharp tug on the flimsy fabric the wolf tears your underwear apart with his teeth. You can feel the cold air against your wet folds and instinctively try to cross your legs but you are stopped by Jack still hunched between your thighs. 

Quickly the freezing forest breeze is replaced by the hot panting of the werewolf, his face hovering over your glistening cunt. Another satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest before his flexible tongue slides between your wet folds in long, firm strokes. Your whole body shudders as his tongue circles your sensitive clit, a choked off moan falling from your lips. You tighten your grip on his fur, desperately clinging to him for support. 

Slowly, like rolling waves, you feel your orgasm approaching. At once it rushes over you, your whole body shaking with its intensity. Your breath shudders as the last waves of your orgasm ripple through your body and your arms fall weakly to your sides. For a moment you forget the surreal situation you are in and just enjoy the afterglow of such an intense climax. 

You can feel Jack’s hot breath against your sensitive sex. He climbs over you once more, caging you in under his broad form, his throbbing cock lying heavy against your abdomen. Jack slowly drags his cock down between your legs, rubbing teasingly between your folds. You gasp at the feeling and look up. His dark eyes seem to devour you, like the feast he just made of your pussy wasn't enough to sate him.

Mind still buzzing with the afterglow of your orgasm you blearily watch Jack’s canine face. It takes you a moment to recognize the question in the wolf's eyes. You're stunned for a second with the realization that even when turned into this beast that he so fears, Jack would never force himself on you. Not trusting yourself to get the words out you nod instead. The wolf's pleased rumble fills your ears and you feel the blunt pressure of his cock against your entrance soon after. 

Even with how wet you are, especially after your recent orgasm, you can feel the stretch of Jack's impressive girth entering you. He pushes inside you slowly, much slower than you'd expect from the werewolf. You gasp, his size more than you'd ever felt. Jack halts his movements and lets out a soft, almost worried sounding whine. You take deep breaths, squeezing your eyes closed and try to relax around his uncomfortable size. 

“I’m alright. Just- just give me a moment,” you force the words out between your lips. Your face is twisted in pain, not too much to overwhelm you but enough to make your breath shudder. Suddenly you feel Jack's nose and cheek rub against yours, his apologetic whimpers filling your ears. He's trying to soothe you or maybe apologize - you're not sure. Your eyes blink open and with shaky hands you reach out to grasp his face gently. 

It's difficult to read Jack's facial expressions like this, his wolfish features distorting the soft smiles or raised eyebrows you're so used to from Jack. The only thing unchanged by his transformation are his eyes, still so expressive even under the influence of the full moon. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your mind and relax. Jack rubs his cheek against yours, whimpering softly in your ear. “It’s ok. I know you don’t want to hurt me,” you try to soothe him, your fingers playing with his fur. 

It takes you a few moments until you feel ready to continue. “You can move now. But slowly,” you tell him softly, your hands still buried in his fur, “Please.” He nods in understanding and the werewolf slowly starts moving his hips. You feel his massive cock drag against your slick walls, the pain his size and girth had caused you turning gradually into pleasure. Jack trembles over you, the need to just mindlessly plow into you slowly growing stronger than his restraint. As he bottoms out you shudder, your drawn out moan echoing through the forest. Jack stays unmoving inside you, his head buried in your neck, panting heavily into your ear. You can feel his cock pulse inside your pussy and you instinctively clench around him. With a deep growl his hips stutter and you gasp. 

“Move oh god please move,” you beg. Jack doesn’t leave you waiting and at once he starts really fucking into you. His clawed hands hold your hips tightly and leave you unable to move as he buries his cock in you again and again. It’s maddening feeling him so deep inside of you, feeling him everywhere. The werewolf responds to every flutter of your cunt, to every sound spilling from your lips, growling and fucking you faster and harder. The last thought you have is that you won’t be able to walk in the morning and then he hits that spot inside of you that makes your mind go blank. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you let out an ungodly moan. You can’t think, all you know is the feeling of his massive cock splitting you open and the inhuman wolfman using fucking you like a human-sized fleshlight. It’s absolute bliss and you let yourself fall into the pleasure he gives you. You’re babbling something; you can hear your voice but you don’t know what you’re saying but he seems to understand, huffing and puffing in response. He lifts your hips and the angle makes you cry out even louder. The slick sound of his cock plowing into you is obscene but you don’t care. You’re getting closer and closer to your second orgasm, your fingers digging almost painfully into his fur, urging him on until a particularly hard thrust makes you see stars and pushes you over the edge. It’s too much, the pleasure overwhelming you as everything goes dark and you lose consciousness.  

The first thing you notice when you come to yourself is the hard ground under you and the heavy weight on top of you. You open your eyes and the sunlight spilling through the leaves makes you squint. How long were you out? If the sun was already out then-

The weight on top of you shifts and you hear Jack grumble. Not the wolf but Jack. A very human, very naked Jack lays on you, his head on your chest. You freeze when you feel him slowly rouse from his sleep. Panic rises in your chest. What would you tell him? Did he remember what happened last night? Your spiraling thoughts grind to a halt when Jack’s eyes, heavy with sleep, find yours. His brow furrows as he mumbles your name. Realization dawns on his face and you can’t do anything but watch, anything you could say to him stuck in your throat. But where you expect embarrassment or disgust you only find terror. “Oh no, what did I do?” he whispers to himself. “Jack, I-” He sits up and the missing weight on you feels wrong. His eyes scan your body, taking in your ripped clothing. “Did I hurt you? Ay Dios, what did I do?” “Jack,” you try to pull his attention towards you, voice raised, “You did nothing wrong. You didn’t hurt me.” His eyes find yours trying to catch you in a lie but he finds only the truth. His shoulders slump with a deep sigh. 

You stay quiet before Jack breaks the silence. “Why did you stay with me? You could have died!” He is still frowning but you can hear the anger in his voice. “I wanted to help! I-,” you explain as you sit up and try to cover yourself with the bits and pieces of clothing you are left with, “The wolf, he wanted me to stay. He didn’t attack me.” Jack swallows around the lump in his throat, pointedly not looking at you when you cover up to give you some privacy. “It’s a beast. You should have run. You should have-” “He didn’t attack me, Jack. He likes me.” A faint blush creeps on his face. “Likes you? I don’t think that describes quite what happened here,” he mumbles sheepishly. 

Jack carefully sneaks a peek at you, not so subtly checking for injuries again. “Are you sure you aren’t hurt?” He sounds so worried and it breaks your heart. “I’m alright. A bit sore maybe but no injuries.” Jack clears his throat awkwardly, “Sore? Oh dear. I am so sorry. I didn’t- I mean, I wasn’t-” Gently you put your hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok. You weren’t in control. I know you don’t like me like that,” you reassure him, the words leaving a bittersweet taste in your mouth. He looks at you like you’re speaking in tongues. “You don’t…mi vida, I thought I was pretty obvious,” he says, embarrassment clear in his voice. You blink at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” Jack swallows hard and turns towards you fully. “I like you. Very much. I mean, I am attracted to you,” he sighs, rubbing his face, “The closer the full moon gets the harder it is to hide my feelings. I was close to ripping Ted apart yesterday just because he gave you a hug. It’s maddening.” 

Your heart races, heat spreading through your cheeks. “You- You mean that you-” “I’m in love with you. And I know this is the worst timing and I really didn’t want our first time to be like this,” he motions around him. Your heart feels heavy and light at the same time. “I love you too, Jack.” He smiles at you, a big toothy grin that makes you smile too. “I’m glad. I didn’t think you did. That’s why I tried to hide it.” You nod in understanding given that you did pretty much the same. You tell him as much as you lean in closer, resting your head on his shoulder. 

You don’t know how long you stay like this, the sun rising further and the forest waking around you. It’s only when you gather your things and make your way back to camp, careful of any hikers catching you in the nude that you turn to Jack and ask: “How do we tell Ted?” Jack laughs, shaking his head. “I have a feeling he already knows, mi vida.”

[mediocreanomaly]

What if Vash finds out that his s/o is a werewolf and they are just a big dumb puppy with him but a very terrifying monster to others?

Authors Note: really eating up these creature request lately...you guys are just as bad as me huh? I know what you are~ (plus we had so much creature boys it's good to let the reader have some fun too)

Vash X Wer!Reader

•I'd say this is odd but Gunsmoke is odd. Whether it's from plants that walk around or priest that carry machine guns, a werewolf is just another thing to throw into the mix

•You had always been like this so it was hard to imagine your life any other way, which is why you led the life of a loner. I mean Gunsmoke has five moons it's hard not to be in wolf mode and it's even harder to explain, so you keep to yourself. Never straying far from motel rooms or barns to hide out in

•That is until a certain chaotic blonde crashes into your life....literately. You meet him when he crashes into you running from bounty hunters

•You end up saving his ass due to your abnormal reflexes pulling him to the side and your enhanced eyesight as you throw the two of you into an a dark ally that the bandits get lost in but you manage to navigate just fine

•When the two of you catch your breath Vash apologizes profusely for causing issues and swears he'll be out of your hair now but... for some reason he has a certain draw about him

•You don't really know what it is about him that screams "follow" to you but he just does. Maybe it's the dog in you but the urge to follow at his heels, to obey, to be good is embarrassingly strong so you just decide "fuck it" and offer to come along and although Vash is reluctant to drag anyone else around with his hectic life he enjoys the company

•You...actually manage to hide your wolfish side for awhile, now let's be clear Vash is more observant than he lets on he just doesn't ever guess "werewolf"

•You insist on sleeping in different rooms? Makes sense he's a stranger. Don't like being out when all five moons are up? must be a religious thing and he'll comply. You growl when someone gets too close to him? Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed

•He picks up on all your weird behaviors he just seems to guess wrong on what's causing them, often trying to get you donuts or let you go to bed early thinking your tired or hungry (or possibly upset with him?)

•The cat (or dog?) is out of the bag though when late one night your camp is raided by bandits. Usually you sleep in a tent a bit away from Vash as to not cause concern but when you see the bandits aim their guns at the man...you see red

•In an instant you're a terrifying snarling growling beast. Teeth bared protectively crouched over Vash, your wolf form is pretty large so you easily cover the man despite his tall lanky body. The bandits kick rocks quickly not wanting to be on the menu for tonight.

•Vash is a bit stunned and at first isn't 100% sure what's happening, he didn't see you come from the tent so he's a bit scared thinking you really are some monster, until you whine and lay your large head in his lap

•He freezes and very slowly and gently reaches out a hand to run through the fur on your head, when you whine and press closer to him he recognizes your eyes, the eyes he's been falling for since the day he met you

"..y-y/n? Is that you?" you confirm his question by wagging your tail slightly and your pointed ears perking up at your name

•The next morning you sheepishly explain yourself a bit more, tell him how it's always been this way, how you're pretty in control of it (unless all five moons are up but that's another story) and how you're really sorry you didn't tell him

•and to him? it's a relief. So you didn't hate him you were just fuzzy, he could deal with that...also now is probably a good time for him to tell you he isn't human either

•Just like that the two of you are fused at the hip. Both of you take turns asking each other different questions, you ask all about what it's like being a plant while he pesters you about being a werewolf, it's not the most conventional bonding but the two of you are no longer the most conventional pairing are you?

•You start getting more comfortable being in your wolf form around Vash too, Vash likes it a lot because he doesn't hold heat very well (it's a plant thing) but your body is like a furnace, so you curl around him at night to keep the two of you warm and safe from bandits and the cold

•You're also super lovable like this, Vash knows you'd never hurt him and it's almost therapeutic to run his fingers through your fur laughing when you lick at his face or nose him along with your large snout

•When the girls (and Wolfwood) join your group you go back to keeping it a secret not ready for a whole group of people to know about your monster form, not to mention there's a bit of protective instinct you have towards Vash so in your brain it gives you the upper hand if only Vash and you know

•but this plan also goes out the window similar to the way it did last time. Desperate times call for desperate measures and a crowd of Ja'Lai police so large even the punisher cant clear them dictates for a less that friendly appearance of your wolf form especially when one of their bullets hits Vash in the side

•If the time you took on the bandits was scary this is down right terrifying, you're pissed, Vash is bleeding and it's making the more animalistic side of you fume. You do your best not to kill (Vash would throw a fit) but lets just say a few of them aren't going to be policing anything else anytime soon

•Your muzzle is covered with blood from biting and your ears are pressed back as you growl, you look feral like nothing more than a wild animal out for blood

•The gang is...admittedly scared. Even Nicholas "Danger" Wolfwood is keeping a steady hand on the punisher incase things go south and trying to tally up how many vials he has in his pocket while Meryl tires to remember how your supposed to deal with feral animals. Play dead? no that was bears...run? that was stupid, maybe back away slowly?

•That being said when Vash lets out a sigh of relief and run towards you with open arms? Everyone's pretty sure blondie's lost his god damn mind, sure he was a martyr but he wasn't suicidal right?

•Further more when you go from something out of a horror movie to an over grown puppy the second you see Vash it's even more bewildering. Your eyes go big and your ears perk up as you crouch to make yourself look smaller and non threating happily nuzzling against Vashs torso

•He laughs and gently scolds you for being too rough with the enforcers but he knows when to pick his battles and counts the zero casualties as a win, you yip happily and gently nip at his hands as Vash laughs and pets you softly thanking you for keeping him safe

•You whine and nose at where he was shot and he promises you he'll get it cleaned up and that it's really not that bad while the others slowly relax. There would be a conversation to be had but...it seemed like you were harmless!

•Wolfwood struts over now that he realizes how soft you're being with the humanoid typhoon and once he gets close enough even extends an arm to pet you...only to be met with a snarl and a flash of teeth

•Wolfwood actually prays for the first time in a long time during that moment

•What can you say? Vash's blue eyes make you soft, but let's just say you got a bite that matches your bark

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Struggles: Bigby Wolf x Deputy!Reader

Despite that it had happened centuries ago, the problem always seemed to manifest itself and show the ugly side to the situation. Even centuries of forcing it away, snuffing out his senses with cheap cigarettes that burn his nose dry to the point of bleeding and alcohol that does nothing but numb his mind to the whispers and taunts of what laid inside if him, Bigby never really showed his struggle with what was inside of him.

You had only heard of him losing his mind and going complete ape shit during the whole Crooked Man ordeal, when bloody Mary and the Tweedles ganged up on him in an alley by the Puddin’ & Pie. That had resulted in the death of one of the twins, you couldn’t remember which one nor did you really care.

But he had always been kept on a very tight, very short leash ever since you had all been forced from your homes. It was tough for him, agonizing as he had to learn what it was like to be… well, what he is now.

It was a mistake, you had heard Cole say to Snow as you came to drop off some paperwork. You honestly had no idea how Bigby had came to be what he is today, you had assumed it was just another glamour that most Fables had to get. But to your shock, you listened in by the closed door.

‘I’m starting to doubt that the werewolf blood in Bigby’s system is not a good idea anymore,’ King Cole had said.

You narrowed your eyes and held the folder closer to you. You had decided enough was enough and you would ask Bigby what they meant by it. They said nothing when you knocked and walked in like you never heard anything.

But even as you stood in Bigby’s apartment, he lit up a cigarette and laid against the cushions of his chair.

“In order for me to become Sheriff here, King Cole and Snow made a plan to stab me with a blade covered in werewolf’s blood so I wouldn’t need a glamour.”

“And that’s why you have those other forms?”

He nodded, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

That conversation sat in the back of your mind since then. But now, it seemed to haunt you. Both of you, really.

You both were starting to learn that Bigby, in fact, needed a glamour and not fucking blood in his system and whatever shit witches gave to Cole and Snow hundreds of years ago.

Bigby had told you that when it first happened, it only really started out with anger and fits of rage, times he would black out and wake up in the woods naked. And then as time progressed, he slowly was able to control himself and resist his urges, however, he was made a slave to the full moon every month until he was able to resist that too.

But now, neither of you know why it’s starting to happen, but Bigby was starting to react to the full moons once more. It was just minor changes at first, neither of you noticed until Snow had walked in with a call. Bigby’s teeth had a point to them, sharper than usual.

The next full moon, his facial hair had seemed to grow in thicker. Bigby usually shaves twice a day - once when he wakes up and once before he passes out - but despite just shaving nearly three hours ago, you had arrived back to work to see him scratching at thick and dark stubble.

The next full moon, his arms and chest had followed suit with his facial hair, set thicker and longer.

Then his temper had flared up the next full moon. It nearly turned violent when Bluebeard decided it would be a good idea to tempt fate and poke a sleeping bear… well, in this case, it would be a wolf. Bigby had him by the collar of his shirt, snarling, wolfish features quickly and easily sprouting without a second thought.

And now, you stood outside his door, wondering if you should really be here right now. You knew he was in there, Snow had told you so when you came back to the office to see it was locked up with Bigby nowhere to be seen.

Should you really be here? He probably wants to be left alone…

You could spot the lights were on under the door and you could hear him lumber around his apartment building, cursing to himself and groaning.

But he was your partner, and you knew he knew you were out here. If he didn’t want you here, he would have made that apparent by now.

You raised a hand to knock on the door, shocking yourself when you found it unlocked and slowly opening upon each knock. You slowly pushed it open further, poking your head into his apartment.

Your body chilled. For once, it didn’t overwhelmingly smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol like it did the last few full moons, but it smelled cleaner… at least as clean as it could be. Bigby was not in his living room nor the bathroom when you peered over to the door, and rarely did Bigby ever go to his bedroom.

All that was left was the kitchen.

You slowly opened the door just enough to slip through, eyeing the kitchen through the archway to still as you saw him standing there.

Broad back to you, hulking weight barely contained by the tight clothing from earlier, you could spy a mixture of ash and russet hair poking above the collar of his shirt as well as what was exposed of his forearms and hands. His shoes had been ditched by the kitchen archway, you spied his feet had now become very hair with long black claws at the end of each toe.

“Bigby?”

He barely turned his head to look at you over his shoulder in acknowledgment, softly gasping when his acidic yellow eyes practically froze you in place from where you stood in his living room. Even in their majestic beauty, you could still feel the tension radiating off of him. He was a dangerous man when pushed far enough, but you knew - despite the werewolf blood coursing through his veins - that he was struggling to stay Bigby.

[glowinthedarkmouse]

a rough evening w/ azriel

A/N: hi!! this is my first attempt at a more angsty kinda fanfic? let me know how i did and if you like this one! these are doing better than i expected them to so i’d love to write more for the community. also, this one is like 3x longer than what i normally do soooo, enjoy!! :) WARNING: mentions of childhood trauma and abuse

Everyone bowed as the Inner Circle sauntered through the Court of Nightmares, taking their places around the throne. Rhysand and Feyre sat upon the throne, Cassian and Azriel stood guard in front of them, with Nesta by Cass and her by Az. Amren stood directly next to Rhys, and Mor next to Feyre. Rhys spoke with Keir momentarily, before announcing for everyone to eat. 

She felt out of place in the Court of Nightmares. The others wore blues and blacks, with jewelry meant to resemble the stars. She, however, was instructed to wear only colors such as champagne and eggshell white, with jewelry made from pearls. Mor told her she was to be seen as innocent, sweet, and soft, a lighter side to the court. She was also meant to perfectly rival Azriel, who was in his usual all black, save for a white ring on his left hand. She had a matching black ring on hers as well, as they were meant to resemble a yin and yang balance for the court. To show they were capable of niceties, along with handling its enemies in a swift and dark way, to prove that they were not a court to mess with. 

She must’ve gotten lost in thought, for the next thing she noticed, she and Azriel were dancing. It was a quicker dance, one Mor had taught her many moons ago. It seems as though the muscle memory stayed through the years, for she was remembering the dance without thinking much of it.

“Are you okay? You seem out of it,” Az murmured in her ear, not wanting the busybodies of the Court of Nightmares, who had nothing better to do than gossip, to hear.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just ready to go home and take this stupid frilly dress off,” she softly whispered.

“We’re leaving here soon, love.”

“Good.”

He laughed a little at that, knowing her hatred for too much human interaction. He spoke to Rhys momentarily before leaning back down by her ear, “Rhysand says we can leave now, would you like to head home?” 

“Is that even a question, Az? Of course I want to head home,” she murmured back. He smiled softly before grabbing her hand and lightly guiding her out of the court, or at least he was planning to.

Until that bastard Keir calls his son grabs her shoulder, turning her towards him with such a force that Az knows equals a death sentence. The cheeky bastard smiles a wolfish grin, like he was the big bad wolf and she was Little Red Riding Hood, just waiting to be eaten. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, where's a pretty lady like you going with an ugly brute of a man like him?” he said with pure malice in his voice, getting closer to her and Azriel. He touched her long hair, before smiling even harder at the poor girl. 

She was in shock, for the way the male grabbed her arm hurt, a lot more than it should’ve. She stole a look at it and saw it was bright red and burning, leaving a massive imprint on her arm. She instantly goes back to when she was a young girl, when her older brothers would hurt her and leave similar imprints on her arms and legs. When they’d cut her long, beautiful hair because she was too ugly to have such pretty hair. Her hair was the last memory of her mother she had, before she passed from an illness that swept through the Illyrian camps many moons ago. She remembered her mother brushing and braiding her hair countless times a day, just from how much she loved it. Her mother had loved the freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders in the warm summers. She swore her mother visited her dreams every now and then, brushing her hair and asking if her freckles came back every year like they used to. The freckles she’d gotten from her mother. The freckles her and her brothers shared.

She didn’t realize she hadn’t been breathing until Azriel lightly grabbed her other arm, threatening the hell out of the bastard son. She flinched away from him, only being able to think of her brothers from her childhood. Az released her arm, sort of in shock, as she’d never flinched from him like that before. He knew nothing of her childhood, knew nothing of the abuse she endured from her elder brothers. She stumbled back a bit, trying to remember where she was, before Az tried to move towards her. She took another step back, before running past him and taking flight as soon as she could, with her beautiful white wings. She truly did look angelic under the starlight, her jewelry dully reflecting the moonlight. Azriel went to shoot up after her, but Rhysand grabbed his arm before he could.

“Az, let her go just this once. She’s in a state of panic, and you won’t be able to help her like this,” Rhys told him mentally. Az kept a look of desperation on his face, wanting so badly to go after the woman he loved. A few minutes later, he added “She just got back to the House of Wind, Az. Go to her, but let her come to you. She’s been through more than one might think.” He released his grasp on Azriel’s arm, sending him a look of warning before the Shadowsinger took off into the night.

As soon as she arrived home, she went to one of the more hidden guest rooms, specifically the one with a small hidden cupboard behind the bookshelf, barely large enough to fit her small frame. The house lit a small candle that sat in a little alcove, putting off just enough light to keep the area from being pitch black. She had ripped off the tight dress on her way through the house, too upset to take it off properly. She managed to find a thin nightgown on her way to the guest room and changed, grabbed her cloak and went into hiding. This was the one spot in the house where no one could find her, for only she and Rhysand knew of the spot, as he had added it just for her. 

She brought the cloak around her body and shuffled into a slightly more comfortable position. She didn’t want Azriel to see her in this state of pure weakness. She was commonly seen as innocent and sweet, but weak was not one of the words to describe her. She softly sniffled, before curling into herself and softly crying herself to sleep.

Azriel barrelled through the doors of the house, silently cursing himself for making such a loud noise. He slowly shut the doors and walked quietly through the house, listening for any signs of life. His shadows searched the house for her, wanting to make sure she was okay. He noticed the ripped dress on their bedroom floor, instantly worrying about someone getting in before his shadows alerted him that they had found her, and that she was safe. He made his way to the room with the hidden compartment, which he went and sat next to (Cass found it one day, and is terrible at keeping secrets). He stayed up to keep an eye and ear out to make sure she slept through the night with minimal issues, guarding the room with shadows. He didn’t dare disturb her sleep, knowing how difficult it came to her some nights.

Morning came much faster than it should have, for the moment he heard slight stirring coming from inside the compartment, he silently sat up and opened the small door. Her legs fell out first, which he quickly grasped before softly setting them down, not wanting to push any boundaries. She rubbed her eyes before pulling her legs back to her, covering them back up with her cloak. They sat in silence, neither wanting to ask any questions. 

“You can have the house to yourself today, if you'd like. I’m sure there’s things for me to do elsewhere if you need the space,” Azriel said after minutes of nothingness.

“No, don’t leave me here alone today. I don’t think I could handle it,” she muttered softly, not moving from her spot in the compartment.

“I won’t leave, darling. Do you want to go lay down on the bed? There's no way you were able to properly sleep in there.”

“...yeah, can you carry me, please?” 

“Of course darling.”

He gently picked her up and grabbed her cloak, before briskly walking to their room, wanting her to get some proper rest. He pulled the comforter back before placing her down, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be. He went to walk away to go get something small for her to eat and drink before she grabbed his arm.

“Please just…stay in here with me for a while, I don’t wanna be by myself right now,” she said, slowly getting quieter with each word. He climbed into bed next to her, leaving some distance for her to decide how close they’d be. She instantly scooched over to him, softly folding her white wings around herself and his torso. He instantly wrapped the both of them in his much larger wings, knowing it would comfort her more. She started to softly sob into his chest, no longer being able to hide it from him. She slowly tells him about what happened when she was a young girl, with her brothers dipping their hands in faebane just to hurt her more. They didn’t possess the magic she did, so it never affected them. She explained the way they’d cut her hair, and how much her hair meant to her, especially after losing her mother. She told him of the cruel pranks they’d play, of the scars that he’d never seen due to a glamour she started using many moons ago, and of the vile and wretched things they’d tell her. She even told him of when she started to believe what they had been saying. She continued to cry into Azriels chest, letting out all of her pent up emotions. 

He just sat there and held her, letting her release all of this rage and anger she had been feeling for years. When she settled down some, he pulled her onto his chest and softly talked to her.

“Darling, you will never be less of a person due to what your brothers put you through. They were idiotic fools who couldn’t see the woman you would grow up to be. If they hadn’t been taken out during the Blood Rite, I would’ve seen to it that they paid for what they did to you. You are the light of my life, the yang to my yin, the one person I could never say no to. I love you so terribly much, darling. I’ll never let you feel less-than for what your brothers did. You’re my moon, my stars, and my entire life. Let me continue to show you this everyday, for as long as you’ll let me.”

She sniffled for a moment, before starting to cry harder, absolutely in love with the Shadowsinger in front of her. He held her, utterly in love with the woman in his arms.

Suddenly, something shifted.

Shifted into place.

Like it was supposed to be there the entire time. 

The mating bond. 

Just clicked. 

She slowly leaned away from him, making sure he felt it too. He looked back at her with a face of shock, but mainly a face of pure love and adoration. She lunged at him, holding him in the tightest hug she could manage. He peppered soft kisses on her cheeks while she slowly started to giggle, pushing him away. She leaned in and gave him a proper kiss on the lips, and he just melted into her, as if they were becoming one person. 

“One quick question?” she said in a more serious manner.

“Yes darling?”

“What was done about the man who grabbed my arm?”

“Oh, Rhys has him locked up far, far away, where he’ll never be missed.”

“Good,” she softly stated, “I love you Azriel.”

“I love you too, darling.”

[undercoveravenger]

Finding Peace

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “i think a lot about remus with a boyfriend who’s also a lycan 🥰 bonding over shared trauma and/or how they help each other through full moons mayhaps 👀”

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Full moons were awful. The transformations were always agonizing; your bones cracking and shifting, fur pushing up through your skin, and the way your features would distort to something more distinctly wolfish. They had only worsened with time, as you grew up and realized what could happen if you weren’t careful- that you could hurt someone, or do worse than that. That was why you hadn’t wanted to let yourself get close to anyone when you’d been admitted to Hogwarts. 

Then again, you really didn’t have much choice when James Potter and Sirius Black set their sights on you and decided you were going to be their new friend, coming barrelling into your life full steam ahead with Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin in tow.

And Remus… Meeting Remus was different. He was smart and sweet and kind and he knew what you were going through because he also had lycanthropy. 

You had thought that having someone else who knew- who understood- would have been a good thing, but now you had more than yourself to worry about on the mornings after the full moon. Now you had to worry about whether you’d hurt Remus,or any of your other friends for that matter, while you couldn’t control yourself.

It was one such morning after a particularly difficult shift, with the watery light of dawn just beginning to filter in through the boarded-up windows of the shrieking shack when you woke up, looking around warily. You found that you were naked, covered in dirt and bits of debris from your run through the woods, and there were a myriad of small scrapes and bruises scattered over you. 

As you examined your surroundings, you noticed that James, Sirius, and Peter’s things were gone, and you assumed they’d gone ahead back to the castle to retrieve some breakfast to bring back for you and Remus.

Right, Remus.

With that thought to remind you, you turned to glance behind you, where he was sprawled out across the worn hardwood floors. He was lying on his back with his face tipped slightly towards you, chest rising and falling gently as he slept. There was a tattered flannel blanket thrown over him haphazardly.

You slowly pushed yourself into a sitting position, ignoring the dull aches of your muscles protesting your movement as you shifted closer to him. You reached out a hand to wake him but found yourself hesitating before you could.

You knew you’d need to wake him eventually, but for now it was nice to see the ever-present tension gone from his shoulders and the worried furrow smoothed from between his brows. Soft brown curls messily tousled around his face and freckles dusting his cheeks and you found yourself wishing absently to trace your fingertips over them, to try and find a pattern or see where they stopped. There was even a faint smile curling at the edges of his lips. He looked at peace, for once, and you didn’t want to ruin that just yet.

You weren’t sure exactly how long you were admiring Remus before he shifted, attempting to turn onto his side before freezing with a sharp wince, face tightening as he blinked himself awake. He groaned at the light, forcing himself to curl onto his side to get a little further from it. Remus finally adjusted to the light and began to look around a little, a grin forming, unfiltered and unchecked, as he met your eyes.

“Morning, Moony,” you greeted him, careful to speak quietly so you wouldn’t worsen either of your headaches.

A soft yawn escaped him as he made to speak, “Good morning,” he murmured, voice hoarse from the transformation and the howling. He looked around a little, seeming confused to find the two of you alone. “Where are the boys?”

You shrugged, “Breakfast, probably.” You turned to look at him, too used to the mornings after transforming to be terribly affected by yours or Remus’ state of undress. “You ready to head back too? Hungry at all?”

Remus groaned, rolling back onto his back and throwing his arm over his eyes. “Thinking about food makes me want to vomit.”

“Fair enough,” you agree with a chuckle, lying down again and staring aimlessly up at the ceiling. “Honestly, I’m alright with avoiding food and people for a while.”

Your friend let out a hum of assent as he tipped his head to look at you. “It’s nice just the two of us.”

“Yeah?” You asked, turning to glance at him. You were surprised by the fond little smile on his face and the softness in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded slightly, barely there, like he was sharing a secret. “I like when it’s just us. When we wake up like this, it helps, I think. Makes it feel better. Easier.” He sighed, just a ghost of a breath through his grin, “Everything’s easier around you. You make me feel more like me.”

For a moment, you weren’t quite sure how to respond, though you knew just how he felt. He made you feel the same; he was grounding when you felt like you weren’t quite human anymore, freeing when the two of you played as wolves on the full moons, and calming even when it felt like the world was too much. He made you feel like you weren’t alone and that was one of the reasons you loved him. Really there were too many to count. 

You’d always shied away from telling him since you didn’t want to burden him with your feelings when he already had lycanthropy to deal with. But now that you had reason to believe he might feel the same-

A shaky breath escaped you as your hand crept slowly across the space between you until your fingers brushed against Remus’. You watched his pretty coffee-brown eyes trace the movement and an awed smile form as you intertwined your fingers. His eyes flickered up to meet yours and he slowly brought your linked hands up to press a light kiss on the back of your hands before curling close to you.

“Maybe we put off going back for a little longer?” he proposed quietly.

You nodded, reaching over to pull the blanket over both of you. “Sounds like a great plan.”

He shifted a little closer so he could rest his head on your shoulder and slipped an arm over your middle, content to curl up with you in your own little world.

At least, until your friends showed back up to disturb your peace.

[tejoxys]

For the WIP meme, I'm intrigued by any of the TFTLs, particularly hivemind Tooth.

ah, yes, TFTL. I feel bad for this fic, because it deserves to be completed, it's just, I think I psyched myself out with how much I was trying to do with it? I haven't really figured out if I'll be able to pick it back up or not.

anyway, here's a bit of hivemind, and, hmmm, Aspen :D hivemind is fairly early on, after Pitch has been shut in immortal time-out, but before much of anything else happens.

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Toothiana was working, of course, buzzing briskly back and forth between seven tasks at once, when a chill wind tumbled through the palace, tickling her feet. Her heart leapt. Sure enough, a moment later, an unmistakable voice followed.

“Tooth? Are you here?”

“Jack,” she yelled back. At least, she hoped it sounded like a yell and not a squeal. She rapidly directed a squad of fairies to take over, and zipped through the honeycombs to find him. “Jack, hi! Come on in. It’s great to see you.”

Jack flashed that wonderful smile and flew a playful loop around her. “Hey. It’s good to see you, too. I’m really sorry, I know you’re busy—”

“Don’t be silly. I’ll—all of us—will always make time for you, Jack. What can I do for you?”

“Aw. Thanks, Tooth.” His smile turned shy. “I’ll try to make this quick. It’s just, it’s a memory problem—”

Toothiana shooed a few stray fairies out of Jack’s face. They became so distractible every time he talked! “Oh, no, you’re still having trouble?”

“Huh? Oh, no, not with mine.” Jack laughed. “Well, actually, yes, mine too, but I’m doing okay with that. No, this is about Pitch. Did you know he really can’t remember anything from before?”

Pitch. That name brought a different kind of chill. Toothiana blew out a breath. “I thought that might be the case. I mean, once in a while, he almost acts as if... he knows about everything he’s done. But I suppose if he did,” she said, half talking to herself, “we’d all be in a lot more danger.”

Jack abandoned his midair ballet and settled down onto a balcony. “What do you mean? Would it be bad for him to remember?”

“Oh, I just don’t know.”

“Listen, Tooth, I wouldn’t ask for help with this... but it’s getting really hard for me to work with him when I don’t even know where he came from. When he doesn’t know, either. He’s straight-up amnesic. About weird things, sometimes.” Jack’s voice was becoming more animated. Toothiana fluttered closer and put a soothing hand on his shoulder, willing her own ruffled feathers to smooth down. “It… reminds me of me, in the old days,” Jack finished.

Ah. So much for the argument on the tip of her tongue—the one about the Man in the Moon most likely stripping Pitch’s memory for good reason. That might not go over so well, just now. Toothiana closed her eyes. “Jack… I have one of his teeth.”

“From the time you punched him? Wow. That was awesome, by the way, in case I haven’t told you enough.”

She smiled a little at that. “Thanks. I think that’s my favorite memory of him.”

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Aspen is close to the end. the timeline of this fic covers... I want to say 14 years? and this scene takes place in the 14th year. Jamie is on his first couples vacation with someone new ouo

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Jack gave Pitch a shove with one shoulder, unable to stop smiling. “Can we do this later? You were about to tell me how you know my ex’s new boyfriend.” He stumbled slightly on the word ex.

They looked over the roof at the couple again, and it was Pitch’s turn to roll his eyes. “That boy… I almost had him, years ago. He was almost my believer. Before I made my bid for power, when I was still… recruiting.”

Only Pitch would describe systematically corrupting children’s dreams that way. Jack shivered involuntarily and gave him a look. “What did you do to him?”

“Nothing! That’s just it.” Pitch’s wolfish smile faded. “He was like your Jamie, so eager to believe. He put monsters under his own bed and frightened himself silly with them. He invited me. He heard my voice. Given the chance, he would have been mine. I’m sure of it.”

“Let me guess: one of the Guardians rained on your parade and never even knew it.”

Pitch ducked his head and chuckled. “Oh, no,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t respect a child for being rescued by you lot. No, this one was different. He created his own guardian to stand between himself and me.”

“What?” Jack glanced at Pitch, then stared down at Calvin. “You mean an invisible friend? They’re great, but can they do that?”

“No, they can’t. I don’t know what he was, or how the child made him; he was far too independent. And the way he stood up to me—he took every negative feeling into himself, and let the child fear him instead of me. While remaining the child’s friend.” Pitch shook his head. “I never got a word through after that. I came so close.” He paused. The grin resurfaced. “I see no sign of him now. Perhaps I should go give those boys a thrill.”

Jack’s hand clamped down on Pitch’s arm. “No you don’t.”

“Oh, why not? Don’t you want to see this little outing spoiled?” Sharp teeth gleamed.     “Depending on the young man’s character, maybe I can scare him off for good, and poor Jamie will have to start all over. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“No! Don’t you dare go down there.”

“Are you sure?” Pitch teased, half-melting into the chimney’s shadow.

Jack grabbed him with both hands and yanked him into the moonlight. “Pitch, if you go down there, I swear—”

[writtenjewels]

Monstrous part 7

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Holy shit, did that really happen? Jason felt more dazed than usual when he settled into his wolf form. He shook himself and turned to look at Salim. He tried searching the vampire's face to see if it was real: if they actually kissed. It was hard to tell, because at the moment Salim's face was softened in relief.

“You worry me when you shift,” he confessed. “I suppose you're used to it, but to me it's so intense. Does it hurt you?” Jason let out a soft yip and licked Salim's fingers. “All right,” Salim sighed, brushing his fingers through Jason's fur. “As long as you're okay.”

Jason let his tongue loll out and he wagged his tail, his heart swelling at Salim's concern. He hardly felt the transformation at all this time: he was too distracted by their kiss. Except now it didn't feel entirely real. Salim's lips had been just soft enough, and so sweet, the taste of his mouth pleasant when Jason had slid his tongue inside. He didn't expect kissing a vampire to feel or taste anything like that. Then again, Jason did expect kissing Salim to feel exactly like that.

He whined and circled restlessly in the cave. Usually he was eager and ready to stretch his wolf legs but tonight Jason wanted to be human. He wanted to have his hands in Salim's curly hair, to feel the shape of his lips and the caress of his fingers on Jason's skin. He whined and Salim gently scratched his ear.

“I know, habibi, but we must hunt first. Come on, I'll race you!”

Jason took to the challenge and they fell into their usual easy rhythm. After they both ate as much as they wanted, they went to the stream to wash off the blood and drink some water. Jason couldn't resist splashing in, shaking his wet fur all over Salim. The vampire shouted at him in another language and Jason flashed his teeth in a wolfish smile.

As it grew closer to sunrise, the two of them made their way back to the cave. Jason shifted back into his human form, rolling his shoulders when he was done with a satisfied sigh. Salim was watching him and Jason turned to catch his eye.

“You might still make it before the sun comes out,” Jason told him.

“Maybe,” Salim agreed, “but I want to spend the day with you.” Jason swallowed, a blush spreading over his cheeks. “Now who's the shy one?” Salim teased him.

“Fuck you,” Jason retorted, leaning in to kiss the vampire. The lips tasted and felt just as they had before and Jason shuddered, tangling his fingers into Salim's hair. The vampire's tongue pressed into his mouth, bringing with it the excited tingle of pleasure.

Kissing Salim felt so damn good-- so good and so right. Jason prodded back with his tongue and heard Salim's responding moan. Jason's heart beat a little faster at that and he dipped his tongue in again. Their tongues stroked against each other, their lips moving to build the heat of their kisses. Jason only paused for a quick breath before sealing their mouths again.

“Jason,” Salim hummed, making those two syllables sound like the most precious ones in the world.

“Salim,” he answered back, wanting to put the same feeling into the vampire's name. He slid his hand to the back of Salim's neck; Salim answered by caressing Jason's shoulder. The werewolf let out a whine, pressing into the touch.

“Jason,” Salim called again. He moved his lips to Jason's jaw. “Are you cold, habibi?”

“Huh?” Jason blinked dazedly.

“You're naked,” Salim reminded him in amusement, “and I know my body isn't warm.” Jason let out a snort and twisted his head so he was nuzzling against Salim's neck. It was true Salim felt a little cooler than a human; even with the blood he drank, he would never get that warm.

“S'okay,” Jason assured him. “I'll keep ya warm.”

“I... that isn't what I meant.”

“I know that.” He brushed his lips against Salim's throat. “I'm coolin' down a little now the full moon cycle is over. But werewolves always run a little warmer than regular humans.”

“I suppose,” Salim mused as his hand moved between Jason's shoulder-blades, “I've never had the opportunity to notice.” He rubbed Jason's back and the werewolf sighed, leaning into him. Salim's fingers drifted a bit lower and Jason's breath hitched.

“Shit,” he hissed.

“Are werewolves always so sensitive?” Salim wondered.

“I guess.” Jason arched, trying to encourage Salim to keep going. “I just like how it feels when you touch me.”

“You could touch me, too,” Salim hinted. Jason was already pressing his body up against Salim, but he understood what the vampire was saying. He trailed a hand down Salim's side to the hem of his shirt. Their eyes met and Jason was glad to see the same mixture of nerves and desire in Salim's gaze that he was feeling.

This was going to feel right, too. Every other thing about being with Salim had been so natural and comfortable. That assurance helped some of the nerves go away. Jason gave Salim a quick kiss, then pulled up at his shirt.

[fox-from-malta]

I've been thinking of my werewolf!alison BBC Ghosts au idea... and what every character's role in it is... and these are my ideas;

Alison (who is around 6-8 here) got attacked when she was out with her mum nearby the mansion out on a car ride off to go somewhere [her dad was already dead by this point]. The car stops, and while her mum tries to fix it, she goes and explores a bit only to run into a werewolf, her mum hears her screams and hurries by her side. Her mother gets attacked and killed, while Alison gets badly injured - but survives as the wolf is suddenly scared off before he could finish the kill.

What has happened is, Robin was nearby and helps save her. She can faintly see him (due to the effects of the attack) and even though she struggles, she follows him to the mansion. There Heather Button finds her, and instantly helps her and rushes her to hospital to get saved.

Alison is then raised by Heather, who had grown fond of her while keeping her under her care until she got better. The Ghosts are all ghosts, and Ali can see them - which Heather soon discovers, but tells her to keep it their secret. She grows up in the mansion, rarely going out - but every now and then did go on wolf runs - as throughout the years Ali was under Heather's care, she soon also finds out she is a werewolf. She helps her control it, and keep her locked up during full moons when she goes out of control.

When Heather passes [around the same time as s1ep1] Alison inherits the mansion, but she isn't happy about it because being under Heather's care kept her safe.

Ali gets the visit from Fiona quite earlier, and after a thought about it, decides to sell the mansion but she would still own half of it, her payment being that she would still live in it, work for the hotel, and be given food (Alison never used to go out to buy food, as Heather used to do all the shopping)

Basically, Alison is a werewolf who lives and works in the Hotel (mansion) and she must keep it a secret [which isn't easy as every 4 weeks the moon decides to make her life a misery]

OTHER POINTS:

Mike, Lucy, Claire all work for the hotel.

Lucy is basically her rival, and knows she's hiding a secret and wants to find out what it is.

Mike is the first to find out she's a wolf, and about the ghosts. He's very chill and helps her deal with it (also tries to talk with the ghosts, via the help of Julian and typing on his laptop xD)

Claire also later finds out, and is very ok with it as well xD helping her hide it as well.

The ghosts are all the same, just of course their relationship with Alison is closer and different in some cases. Thomas has no feelings (he then gushes over Lucy haha). Julian, Cap and Pat basically see Ali as their daughter. Franny sees her as her daughter/granddaughter haha.

Alison can shift into a wolf at any time, but mostly half-wolfish - the full beast comes out during full moons xD

Thanks to the attack, she also has a lot of back/shoulder scars.

The wolf who attacked her (idk if i'll make him Barclay, but he's a neighbor) attacked her during a full moon, so he wasn't aware of what he did... but he has a rivalry with Alison and doesn't like it when she's on his grounds.

If the US Ghosts humans are canon and come to the hotel/mansion - Sam would be a wolf as well, but she would be from a bloodline of wolfs so she would be more used to it and know all the secrets, etc.

[fandomsandshipping1]

Full moon worries

(This is the first time I'm trying my hand at writing interactions between my F/Os and S/Is.) (This one is between Peggy King-Fisher and Goliath, the first time that Peggy experiences a full moon after becoming Goliath's partner.) (Hopefully there will be more of this.)

Peggy was in a frenzy, rushing back and fourth about the castle. It was getting closer and closer to sunset, and that's what she was worried about. Finally they, literally, ran into their beloved partner, Goliath. He lifted an eyebrow at his nervous looking partner.

"What's going on?" He asked. She hesitated, looking away. The silver and moonstone choker they were wearing was new. In fact, Goliath never remembered seeing it before.

"Uh, nothing?" She offered, trying to hide the wolfsbane in her hands. "Excuse me." With that she hurried off. Goliath frowned after her, confused and worried.

In the library Peggy sighed. They had a pile of stuff laid out on one of the tables, next to an olive colored rucksack.

"Alright, wolfsbane, silver chains, spare clothing..." They listed off, putting the things in the bag. They grabbed a first aid kit and stuffed it into the bag. "And the first aid kit." They stated. "I think that's it..."

"Peggy?" Goliath asked. In her hurry, she hadn't even heard him enter the room. She yelped and turned around to face him, trying to hide the bag behind her.

"Yes?" She asked, a panicked smile on her face.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, causing her to nervously laugh.

"O-of course it is." She stuttered. "Why wouldn't it be?" He lifted an eyebrow at her, and looked over her shoulder at the bag.

"Why do you have..." He started, only for Peggy to grab the bag.

"No more questions!" They exclaimed, trying to run out. He grabbed her wrist, stopping them.

"Peggy, please, is everything alright?" He asked, causing them to let out a shaky sigh and briefly look up at him. Even though they didn't look at him for long, he could see, their eyes weren't human, but wolfish.

"Look, Goliath, it's... I can't..." She tried to get out. "I just need to go!" They spat out, slipping their hand from his grip and running away.

"Peggy!" He called after her, but she was already gone. He frowned, and glanced out the window at the bright full moon. He thought back to the stories Peggy had told him about werewolves and how to calm one down. "Oh Peggy." He sighed in realization. He knew where she was going.

Down by the shoreline, Goliath saw the silver chains laying out in front of the abandoned beach house, keeping something inside. As he got closer, he saw the wolfsbane scattered around, and Peggy's bag sitting outside on the ruined porch.

"Peggy?" He called out. He could hear something big and wolfish inside the ruined building, and he entered.

It took a little for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. Laying on one of the ruined couches was a six foot tall werewolf, with shaggy black fur and a strong build, in ripped dark blue jeans. The beast made a point not to look at him.

"Peggy." He approached, only for the wolf to growl.

"Go 'way." They growled, their voice deeper than normal.

"I'm not going to leave you." He stated, causing the wolf to growl again. "Why didn't you tell us this sooner?" He asked. The wolf was quiet for a bit.

"Scared."

"Scared?" Goliath asked. "Of what?"

"Of you." Came the growl. "Didn't want you to be scared." This prompted Goliath to sigh.

"Oh Peggy. I wouldn't be scared of you." He stated. Peggy let out a grumble, causing Goliath to embrace her. "I promise." He stated. Her tail started wagging a little.

"Will you stay?" She asked, nuzzling him.

"Of course. I'll wait this out with you. Every night if I have to." He replied.

"Thank you." They nuzzled him again.

[sombreboy]

the alpha⇢hybrid!pjm

⤍18+ ⤍pairing: wolf!hybrid Jimin x human!female reader ⤍genre: pwp smut, hybrid, stranger fuck ⤍word count: 8.5k ⤍warnings: sub!y/n, dom!pjm, profanity, drinking, blowjob, jimin’s compliment kink knows no bounds, he calls you little lamb a lot, degdrading names, unprotected sex, creampie/knotting, light impreg kink, mating, rough fucking, licking, torrential downpour of cum.

A/N: Co-written with lovely @ppersonna​ as an rp. ♡

So why were you dressed up like a bitch in heat, entering the exact club you tried so hard to avoid? Because, deep down, it’s all you wanted. You knew that deep down you desired someone strong and powerful, someone superior to you, to take and claim you as their own—their plaything.

The city never sleeps. A saying that has been true for the past century, and it remains true til this day, where humans and hybrids now coexist as equals. Well, as equal as it gets. Hybrids were a superior species with their mixed genetics, gaining attributes from said animals that they have in them. Whether it be stronger bodies, beautiful patterns and physical alterations– they were seen as the greater species. But yet humans managed to keep up, somewhat. It wasn’t that much different. Park Jimin is one of those hybrids. His genetics were intertwined with that of a white wolf, giving his hair a bright blonde color. However, he had it dyed not too long ago, so the color was instead a washed out purple mixed into his blonde curls. His irises were a bright orange, pupils as black as the leather jacket and pants he wore. One wouldn’t think he looked terribly intimidating at a first glance, but his stare could make anybody feel a shiver run down their spine from the sheer intensity of it.

He was the alpha, after all.

Jimin spent every single night at a nightclub that was famous specifically for being dominated by the predatory hybrids. Lions, tigers, snakes, foxes… Wolves. Jimin’s pack was the hybrids that people came for most of the time.For what, you may ask? To get thoroughly fucked without mercy, of course. But that was only possible if you caught their interest, or you’d have to settle for the snake.

Jimin’s pack consisted of three other wolf hybrids… Hoseok, the beta. Which practically means he’s one rank below Jimin, who is the leader. The other two hybrids are Namjoon and Yoongi, who are one rank below Hoseok, making them the deltas. They don’t care, they are content to just follow along with what their leader says, but are often given their own choice to do however they please either way. Together, they form quite the diverse group, and they were notorious and alluring for newcomers and common faces.

Jimin loved it, the dark, crowded underground venue, flashing lights, alcohol… And humans. More often than not, only hybrid women came by. Rich ones. Easy to spot. But what truly had the wolf riled up, was when a human would stumble in. Their scent was an entirely different game. He allowed his pack to separate, but never going too far as they headed to find their own prey for the night, while Jimin himself remained still, leaning against the bar counter with a pink, sugary drink in his hand, straw tightly pressed between his plushy, glossy lips.

It was time to hunt.

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You weren’t sure what came over you—what drew you to the idea of leaving your cozy and safe, structured life and entering the dark unknown. The nightclub was somewhere you previously steered clear of, even crossed the street to avoid being next to it when walking by. It was decidedly not your scene, and the idea of the strong, intuitive hybrids sent a chill down your spine.

So why were you dressed up like a bitch in heat, entering the exact club you tried so hard to avoid? Because, deep down, it’s all you wanted. You stayed away from it like a drug. You knew the moment you gave in, you’d sink down the black hole into utter depravity. You knew that deep down you desired someone strong and powerful, someone superior to you, to take and claim you as their own—their plaything. It was hard to be confident in such a stifling environment. Your tight little crop top covered only the barest of your modesty, and the tight skirt accentuated your curves. The confidence you felt in the mirror of your apartment soon dissipated as you walked into the loud club. You could feel the hungry stares, the intense eyes of all the men and women in the place.

You didn’t know who or what you were looking for—rather, hoping they would find you instead. You craved the idea of giving up your power, your control to someone who could hold it over you and force you into submission. The thought made your core burn with need. The bartender slid your simple cocktail towards you with a wink as you settled into the stool awkwardly, trying to appear much stronger than the scared little human you were. You knew they all could smell it on you—the mixture of fear and arousal. So many of them approached you, attempted to charm their way inside you, but none of them felt right. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you should have stayed home. You can’t help but feel a burn of shame and disappointment as you chug your drink as quickly as you can to make a desperate dash towards the door.

Your nervous eyes skittered around the room, watched as each ravenous alpha eye-fucked you. It was terrifying, intimidating. It cemented just how wrong you were to come here, until— he came into view. Your breath nearly collapsed in your lungs as you took in the vision of the lavender haired man. He was gorgeous. Not just attractive but ethereal in his visage. Your pupils dilated, heart rate increased as you stared at him. You were blatant in your gaze, unable to wrench your eyes elsewhere. He was simply the most captivating man you’ve ever seen in your life, and your body burned with desperate need for him. After moments of desperate staring, you finally shake yourself off and peer down at your empty drink. Was it him? What was so magnetic about the lithe man? Could he be the one to finally claim what you needed to give up? Your cheeks burned with a mixture of shame and need, hoping that he didn’t notice your blatant ogling. Fuck.

Jimin’s fiery gaze flickered to meet yours the very second he felt your eyes on him, straw still tightly sucked between his lips. He crooked a coy eyebrow at you as he pushed himself up from his leaning position to stand upright, no hesitation in his bones in the way he slowly sauntered over to you. His hips swayed in a light strut, mesmerizing in every sense of the word; the predatory genes within giving him these very traits to be alluring for it’s prey. And it seemed to be working, with the way your eyes were glued on him. He stopped when he was right in front of you, giving just enough space for him to be able to observe your fit from top to bottom, but close enough for you to smell his distinct scent. Sweet, calming– arousing. His natural pheromones didn’t leave anybody unaffected, even turning heads on his way, eyes wide with both surprise and envy that the alpha had approached… well, you. “How refreshing with a new face.” Jimin’s canary voice was sweet, yet it had an undertone of a light growl. His canines poked out as he smiled, plush upper lip curling up to showcase his pearly whites further.

Your blush furthered a deeper shade of rose as he approached. Fuck. He definitely saw you staring. The power in his gaze and strut over to you screamed alpha. Hopefully he wasn’t the kind to bite and then ask questions. You’d unfortunately run into that type before.

The blood in your veins pulsed hard, skyrocketing your nerves. He looked so good. It was almost unfair that someone so fucking beautiful existed. You felt small and plain in comparison to the gorgeous man. His whole being exuded sultry command. You nibbled at your bottom lip as he sauntered up to you. Your body was reacting already to his presence, his voice. The entire club was staring at you, curious of the exchange that would happen between the exquisite man and you, the nervous little human. “I-,” you struggled to answer. If he wasn’t aware of how nervous you were before, he would be now—surely. “I don’t really come to these types of places.”

Try as you might, you couldn’t stop staring at the man’s gorgeous pout and terrifyingly attractive teeth. Your heart beat pounded hard in your head, overpowering the loud beat of music.

“D-do you come here often?” You asked, hoping to be polite despite the pooling arousal and growing fear.

Jimin’s smile slowly morphed into a wolfish grin, the apple of his cheeks puffing up until his eyes were shaped like small crescent moons. He almost looked harmless and inviting. “Cute…” he mused under his breath before he took a daring step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently run his fingers through the piece of stray hair that had fallen forward over your face. He brought the locks to his nose, inhaling deeply. A low rumble vibrated in his chest.. You smelled divine. Even through the shampoo and possible product, he could smell your scent behind it all. “Yeah, I come here, every. single. night…” Jimin winked before withdrawing his hand to let it settle on his hip, his stance powerful and graceful. His dark pupils quivered when he raked down your body for a second time, the wolf ears sticking out from his hair flickering with curiosity. “Why are you here, little lamb?” He cooes at you, licking his upper teeth as he steps closer. He had no problem hearing you through the booming music, but how would you know? It gave him more of an excuse to get closer. “Looking like that?” Of course he knew why. He could smell why. But it was of no news that Jimin loved to play with his prey, ramp up the anxiety until he could practically taste it on his tongue.

Your heart thumped so loud in your chest you were sure all of the club could hear it. If they couldn’t, they definitely could smell the thrum of anxiety pulsing through you. His voice sizzled in your veins, erupting into flames as it enveloped you. Then, he touched you. The simple act of moving your hair had your mind reeling. You could smell him—he was so close you wanted to bury your face in his chest and breathe deeply. His question caught you off guard. Why were you here? Did you even know the answer to that? Your cherry cheeks flushed and you ducked your head, trying to avoid his sultry and tempting gaze. He continued to get closer and it made you tremble with a mix of fright and need. His power was overwhelming, and all you wanted to do was kneel for him.

“I’m—…not quite sure,” you spoke truthfully as you took another sip of your rapidly melting drink. “I’ve never been here before. I think I wanted something… scary.” Your big doe eyes sought out his, so mystifying with their exotic color and shape. He was truly so gorgeous it made your mouth salivate. You squirmed in your seat, suddenly feeling self conscious of your outfit. “My friend told me I should wear something sexy.” Your cheeks were so hot, so embarrassed by how easily you wanted to give into the terrifyingly attractive alpha. “I’m wondering if maybe this was a bad idea…”

 Although the music around them was blaring, it felt like a long moment of silence dragged on between the two when Jimin didn’t answer for a hot second. He kept his stare fixed on your face, the small expressions of embarrassment, curiosity, and purity drew him in. He’s truly never encountered a human like you before. One that dared to come here despite being so… weak. It was like you were begging to be eaten, dangling like a fresh piece of the finest meat in front of all these hungry predators. Jimin could hear it, the rumbling growls and groans of men in the room, hoping that the alpha wolf would lose interest and leave a piece for them to get a taste.

“Scary?” He suddenly chirped, his smile more of a smirk at this point as he placed his drink on the bar counter, ice jumping in the glass from the harsh clonk. He bent forward to shamelessly brush his cheek against yours, a subtle way of rubbing his scent off on your skin, knowing it’d avert some of the attention around him– he’s already begun to claim you for himself. His hot breath fanned your ear as he spoke.

“I can smell your lust for fear, little lamb… Do I scare you?” Jimin’s hand softly snaked down the curve of your hip, smoothing his ring-clad fingers down your thigh until he was greeted by your scorching skin. He squeezed the flesh between his digits, cold rings digging into your thigh as he exhaled another hot, quivering breath against your neck, loving the way your scent was slowly mixing with his own.

The man’s simple action of brushing his cheek against your own had your body seizing up. You could smell him as he rubbed his soft skin on yours—a heady mix of something fruity and something naturally luscious. It embarrassed you to know how arousing his simple act had been. You chided yourself internally for feeling your body heat at his gentle action. You licked your lips as he whispered hot words into your ear, making a tingle travel down your spine.

“Y-yes,” you murmured. “You scare me more than anyone h-here.” His hands gripping your thigh made a quiet moan escape your lips. It was desperate. You felt overstimulated and yet so desperate to be touched by the terrifying alpha. Suddenly feeling emboldened, your hands gripped at his sides, slipping under his expensive shirt to touch at the toned skin of his obliques and anchoring yourself to him there.

Jimin’s hand flew down to wrap his fingers around your small wrist, blunt nails digging into your soft skin. His hand on your thigh swiftly withdrew, and the loss of his warmth had you internally whining for more. “Did I say you could touch me?” His voice wasn’t hostile, yet it oozed with the asserting of his dominance. “You’re a daring girl.” He smiles at you, the contrast between his hungry gaze and his softly curved lips was confusing to say the least– but there was no doubt that he was not the kind to simply allow anything without permission.

The alpha’s sudden movement and grip on your hand made you squeal with fright—eyes widening and heart stopping its beat in your chest. Your mouth ran dry. Your terror coursed through you with the distinct tang of need. His dominance made you even more desperate. “I’m sorry,” you peeped quietly, itching to move your fingers away in case it angered him further but also needing to feel his tender skin underneath you once more. “I didn’t mean—..” you stuttered as you felt brave enough to peer up in his enchanting eyes. His smile was comforting but the hungry gaze in his stare had you trembling. Jimin cupped your cheek, hushing you with reassurance– although he seemed way too amused with the way you were practically shaking underneath his touch.

“Breathe. We’re all here to have a good time.” He smoothed the pad of his thumb across your lower lip, noting just how dry it had become. He decided to order another set of drinks, handing one to you that was the same pink shade as the one he got for himself. “Drink.” He didn’t ask, but he commanded you to accept his offer.

You were powerless to deny any demand the man made. Even if he had asked, you’d still be eating out of the palm of his hand like a terrified and starved pet. His thumb on your lips made you ache to open and accept his digit in your mouth, swirl your tongue around it teasingly. Your eyes sought his—hoping you could portray some of the arousal you felt over your innocent fright. You took a sip—a large one in hopes of lowering your frightened inhibitions to open up more to the beautiful man. “Mmm—,” you hummed as your eyes fluttered to close. “This is delicious.” It was sweet on your tongue, but not cloyingly. It warmed you and made your body loose.

“It’s my favorite.” Jimin agreed, already half way through his own. The entire time he kept his eyes trained on your lips, the darkening color on your cheeks from the heat that both alcohol and his proximity provided. When finished, he stretched his back with a light pop, the shirt he’s wearing underneath the jacket lifting just enough for the prominent V-line that snaked down his pants teasingly on display. His visuals were unmatched. He took off his jacket, leaving it unattended by the counter. No one would dare to touch it anyway, the leather oozing of his distinct scent. Only somebody with a death wish would. He combed his fingers through his hair, licking his lower lip clean form the residue sugar from this drink. His ears perked up when the lights dimmed further, and a new song came into play, booming through the speakers that caused a pleasant vibration to pulse through the building.

“I love this song.” Jimin reached for your arm to tug you out of the chair with him towards the crowded dance floor. As per usual, there was no question of whether you wanted to or not, but with a few drinks, and his intoxicating presence, it didn’t seem too bad. For Jimin, this was just part of his foreplay. He brought you into the crowd, tightly packed with all kinds of scents and musks. But the only one he could smell was yours, slowly morphing with his own as he placed his hands on your hips from behind, nose brushing against your neck as he inhaled. “Feel that? The beat?” He growled into your ear, swaying his hips along with the way he moved yours back and forth.

The music, once quiet and unassuming to you, now became loud and matched the beat of your heart. The alpha was dragging you towards the dance floor and in the midst of the hungry crowd, staring at you from where they rubbed up against each other. Just as you were trying to understand where to move, how to adjust your body to the dance, he pressed himself up behind you and gripped your hips. You could feel your pulse running through your veins and the way his touch electrified your skin. “Y-yeah,” you murmured as your hips began to move without thought. They easily swayed with the man’s guidance and you shivered as his nose pressed into your neck. It was like he couldn’t get enough of your scent, your being. The man’s hyper fixation on you had your core drenched—and you knew he could likely smell just how aroused for him you were. You let your eyes close and follow his guiding hold on your body, your ass pressing back against him to rub and grind along his length. It seemed the alphas drink was bringing you ever so gently out of your shell. “Mmm, I feel the beat right here.”

“Fuck, you smell good…” Jimin growled into your ear, his claw-like grip on your hips tightening to keep you in place as he pressed his hips right back against your ass, his cock prominent through the thin layer of his leather pants. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, it was driving him near insanity to practically taste your arousal on his tongue along with the overwhelming smell. “You’re dripping, aren’t you?” He huffed, tastefully biting your earlobe as one hand smoothed down your thigh to tug at the hem of your dress, unbothered to the fact that other hybrids were spying on them. He wanted them to see the way he got to have you, and they don’t. The way you were oozing with lust for the alpha, the pungent arousal of yours surely drove not just Jimin feral, but every single hybrid in the venue. And no one could say a fucking thing.

It was hard to hold back the peeps of surprise and arousal as you felt the alpha’s growing cock against you. Your body instinctively continued to rub and further agitate the hardening length to fully erect. When you felt his hands on you, your body reacted. You knew your cunt was oozing, likely soaking the satin panties underneath your tight skirt and soon to drip down your leg in a sign of utter submission and need to the alpha behind you. “Y-yes,” you whined. “I n-need you.” The admittance was shameless–the alcohol and lowered inhibitions making it easier for you to admit your desires to the man without regret. You could sense that he was showing you off and you complied, allowed the man to present you to everyone in the club who stared with bloodlust for you. “Please,” you gasped, not quite sure of what you were asking for other than him–more him. “Please, take me.”

Jimins wolfish grin grew against your skin before he swiftly grabbed you by your wrist to pull you with him, guiding the two of you towards privacy. Normally, he’d take his prey to the back, or even home… but there was an urgency within him that was too strong to ignore, there was no time– he needed to claim you now. So he pulled you into the bathroom close by, slamming your back against the wall with a thud the moment the door closed behind you. His heavy breaths were laced with small grunts as he crashed his pillowy lips against yours, hands greedily peeling the skirt of your dress up to expose your ass for him to harshly grab onto, squeezing the soft flesh between his ring clad fingers until it protruded between his digits, sharp nails digging into your delicate skin. “Fuck, you drive me crazy, little lamb.” Jimin hisses between hot kisses, the vibrating growl in his chest growing louder as he bites down on your lower lip to draw more innocent whines from your sweet throat. “Every single male in there wishes they could mate with you, shit… the male pheromones were off the roof, they’re all gonna jerk off to the memory of this–” one of his hands cupped your pussy through your soaked panties, dragging his palm to feel the damp fabric stain his skin. “Of how delicious your cunt smells… it’s like a fucking drug.”

Your eyes widened as the strong and sensual man dragged you from the dance floor to the bathroom. The same terror that once pulled through you now flooded every sense. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to harm you? Your worries were sucked up the second he pressed his lips to yours hungrily. Kissing him was like standing too close to a fire. He was hot, so hot, and before you knew it, you’d be engulfed in his hot, licking flames. His hands felt like palpable sin in your flesh and you needed more. “Please,” you whimpered as his hands cupped at your core. You knew you were a mess—dripping with shameless need for the alpha. The kisses turned deeper as you allowed his tongue entrance into your mouth and sought purchase in his own. Your hands stayed by your sides, itching to touch him but remembering his previous warning. “Please, let me touch you. Anywhere.” It felt like you were dying and the only cure was him—any bit of him on you and underneath your fingertips. “Ahh—,” you whined as his hand continued his assault on your cunt. “It’s a-all for you. I don’t want anyone else, only you.”

Jimin’s auburn gaze glowed as he pulled back from the kiss, his pointy canines poking out as he smiled. “You want to touch me?” He purred as he pressed your body harder back against the wall with his own, gliding the pads of his fingers up and down your clothed slit until he feels the swell of your clit through your panties, only to give it extra attention by circling his digits with just enough pressure. Not enough to satisfy, but not enough to not drive you crazy. “You don’t get to touch me until I say so… But don’t worry, good behavior will be rewarded.” Jimin added with his lighter tone of voice, leaning in to nudge your chin to the side with his nose– like a dog would. He softly grazes the skin of your neck with his nose, lips; a deep inhale through his nostrils triggered a vibrating rumble in his throat, and a prominent, heavy throb in his pants. “We’re not in a rush.” He whispered against your neck before placing open mouthed kisses down your skin until he reached the slope of your neck, feeling as his cock grew harder– the more aggressive his kisses became. From soft pecks, to messy sucking, surely painting your delicate skin with splashes of purple.

Feeling the man all over your body and being denied to touch was maddening, but deliciously so. His fingers dipped into your slit and teased so delicately that you thought you might cry if he didn’t give you something soon. Your moans turned into desperate whines and gasps as you allowed him to continue his thorough torture of your clit. Kissing him felt like sin, like heaven and hell. He was everything you wanted—everything you sought after when you stepped foot into the very club you now were being thoroughly debauched in. His cock felt heavy and thick against you and it made you whisper against his lips in arousal and desperation. He trailed down your body and you let out a shaky moan as you felt his sharp incisors suckle and nip at the delicate skin. “Use me,” you begged gently. “P-Please, make me yours.”

Your hips ground against his, rubbing against his hardened length as much as you could to alleviate the burn between your thighs. “Fuck, I want you so bad, please sir.”

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely.” Jimin’s low voice resembled a mix between his natural voice and a growl, the raspyness of it forcing a chill running down your spine, reminding you that he was indeed not human, but a hungry predator. Which is exactly what he was– well, it’s a part of him he only indulges in on nights like these, in a place like this. Who he was outside of these walls, nobody truly knew. His fingers curled around the fabrics of your panties to swiftly rip them off, carelessly discarding them to the dirty floor. Now exposed, your scent was stronger than ever. He shamelessly inhaled through his nose, eyes fluttering in pleasure, feeling the droplets of precum staining his swollen tip underneath the restraining pants.

“Still reconsidering whether coming here was a good or bad idea?” He asks through his breathy voice as he pulled back to look at your needy expression, all while his hands casually reach down to undo his pants, slowly peeling the leather down his hips. His cock sprung up proudly, drooling with arousal down his glistening skin, a content sigh pushing past his plushy lips. “Hm? You like it?” Jimin’s piercing gaze flickered between his cock and your face, grabbing the shaft with his hand. “Want a taste? All you have to do is drop to your knees on the filthy floor…”

Everything about the man radiated power. He mystified you. He even looked beautiful, gorgeous rather, under the harsh fluorescent lights. You were sure you would follow him off the edge of a cliff if he told you to. You didn’t know his name but you didn’t need to, he had you between his delicate fingers. Your breath hitched as he ripped your soaked panties off your body. The cool air of the bathroom was startling against your heated cunt. It made you gasp out loud. “I-I think it was a good idea,” you gulped. Your eyes were big, pleading and needy as you peered into his own. He had you completely under his spell.

Your mouth watered as the man pushed his skintight pants down and exposed his length to you. It was perfect. Thick and long and curved just right that made your core ache for him. You dropped to your knees without hesitation, ignoring the way the wet floor felt against your body. The floor was disgusting but nothing would stop you from pleasing the alpha. You shimmied your skirt up your body, allowing your bare ass and cunt to be exposed to the open air as you knelt before him.

“Please.” The word was becoming your prayer, repeated to the god above you to grant you your blessings. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue—an obedient little dog in heat. You wanted nothing more than to take him in your mouth without warning but you knew now to wait. You wanted to please the alpha so badly.

Jimin’s eyes darkened immensely at the gorgeous view beneath him, the fiery color of his irises barely visible for they were practically blackened out. If there was something the alpha adored, it was to look down on his prey, being begged to use them as he pleased. You were the perfect plaything for him. “So pretty.” He cooed, a small smile curling up on his upper lip to expose his pointy teeth. He gave his cock a few lazy strokes, his other hand gently combing through your hair before he abruptly curls his fingers to tug at it. He drew you in closer to his red, dripping length as he kept stroking it, eyes not even blinking once as he stared down at you. “Can’t wait to pump you full of my cum… Fuck, such a slut for my cock already.” His words grew filthier the more aroused he became. His patience ran low, so he guided the tip of his drooling cock to your lips, tugging your hair to draw you even closer to take his length down your throat. “Only good girls can take it all. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Come on…”

The intensity of the alphas gaze made you shiver on the sodden ground and you could tell your cunt was dripping, likely even dripping down onto the very same floor. The bite of pain in your hair stung as he gripped you, but it sizzled and burned until it added to the overall sensation and made your nipples harden in delight. You breathed in deep, steeling yourself as his length came closer. His salacious words made you tremble and ooze with excitement. You wanted nothing more than to be a vessel, a hole for him to wrench pleasure from. His length was warm and dripping with precum. It felt so thick and heavy on your tongue as he continued to push it in. You audibly moaned as you felt it push past your uvula. He was so thick and tasted like salt and sweetness. You let your lips close and wrap around him as you took him to the hilt. You flicked your eyes up to him, shining with tears of strain from the thickness choking your throat. You wanted to prove how good you were, how well you could take him.

After a moment of holding his length as deep as it could go, you pulled back slightly to begin a bobbing motion as you sucked greedily on his cock. Saliva pooled around your lips as you drew him in and out, and the sounds you made sucking could be heard over the thumping of the bar music. You wanted to prove yourself to the alpha, show him you could be more than just a one time type of girl. You wanted him to claim you forever.

“Oh, fuck yes…” Jimin’s pillowy lips parted in initial surprise, but quickly he bit back his low groan as it rumbled in his chest. He knew you were needy, but he didn’t expect you to be so greedy to suck him off. And being so good at it on top of being eager to please– it was oddly new. Normally, every past experience of his was not like this, but more like him doing every piece of the work for a ragdoll, so watching you work his cock so willingly, attentive to his own reactions and pleasure in a different way…. It hit something in him that only riled him up further than anybody had ever done previously.

“Deeper. Gag on it, make it messy.” His chest heaved up and down heavily, deep huffs through his nose displaying just how good he feels in between the low moans, no shame in showcasing how good it feels. He presses his back against the wall, craning his neck to get a good look of the way your lips stretched around his thick shaft. “I can hear your cunt dripping… Can scent it, god, it smells divine. Your insides must be aching for me.” He murmurs as he drives his hips forward a bit rougher to meet your movements, eager to feel your throat constrict around him when he hits too far down your throat. “Coat your fingers in your juices, little lamb. Show me.”

The praise made you preen, and even more desperate to prove your worth to the man. His cock was so big inside your mouth it was hard to keep yourself from gagging, but you worked against it and continued to suck and slurp down his length. You obeyed every order, and slicked him up until your mouth was squelching with saliva around him and it dripped from your face like a tap. You whined around his length as you obeyed, keeping up a pace as you buried a hand down to your exposed core. You nearly gasped at the feeling. You were absolutely soaked and dripping with anticipation. Your fingers swirled in the wetness and coated you easily. You desperately wanted to touch your clit and play with yourself to bring you to your own end but you knew now it was better to wait for his instruction.

While maintaining your eager pace and swirling tongue, you lifted your dripping fingers from your cunt and presented them to the man above you, eyes still trained on his own in utter submission.

Jimin’s eyes quivered at the sight, pupils shrinking as he zeroes in on the glossy sheen on your fingers. His cock twitched in your mouth once, twice before he decided that he’d been patient enough… He could not wait any longer to claim you as his own. He pushed his palm against your forehead until his length was ripped from your throat, drool and precum dribbling down your chin. A long string of the juices seeped down his cock, another piece of it connected to your lips. It was an absolute mess, just the way he liked it.

“Up.” He growled, but before you were even able to obey his orders on your own, he pulled you up by your wrist, bringing the very coated fingers of yours into his mouth. All while maintaining eye contact, his swollen, pink lips eagerly sucked your arousal clean from your digits, swirling his skillful, rough tongue. Around, in between… He refused to let a single drop go to waste. “Mm..” he hummed when he let go of your fingers with a pop of his lips, the small smirk in the corners of his mouth widening. A light thudding sound caught your attention from behind him, his fluffy, white tail wagging in excitement, hitting the wall with every whip. “It’s a bit hot… Take my jacket off.” He suddenly asks, but his sweet tone was deceptive with the underlying command luring in his predatory gaze. He turns around, lowering his shoulders to allow you to easily slide the leather off, his tail playfully brushing against your thighs.

You nearly whined as Jimin forced you away from his cock—not wanting to remove yourself from the thick length that fit so perfectly in your drooling mouth. But the whine is cut short by his demand to stand and as he sucks your fingers into his mouth you nearly forget everything else around you. “A-ah, fuck,” you breathed—pupils dilating at the sight of the gorgeous man sucking your juices off your delicate fingers. Your cunt pulsated around nothing, so desperate for his thick cock now that the arousal has dripped down the insides of your thighs. “Yes sir,” you whispered as your fingers found the edges of his jacket and pulled it off his body. His tail makes your eyes widen as the soft fur brushes against your legs. You’ve never been with a hybrid before, never been with an alpha hybrid at that, and you’re eager to learn just how he differs in other ways. You couldn’t help but marvel at the muscles on the lithe man. He’s thin, but built and you found you’re desperate to lick up the defined lines of his abs. “You’re so p-pretty,” you whispered without knowing it escaped you, marveling at the gorgeous man.

Jimin’s tail trembled with more excitement at the praise, oddly enough. He’s been called many things. Sexy, scary, hot, alluring… Pretty? He liked it.

“Yeah?” he breathes out a small chuckle through his nose, pressing his lips together in thought. He shook his head to get rid of his mind wandering too far, instead back to indulging in the moment– focused on the aching throb between his legs. Jimin pulls his shirt over his head to expose his full torso, the tattoo on his ribs on clear display along with the faded, scattered scars adorning his skin in the form of striped, claw like patterns. Now with his body freed from the cage that is fabrics, he didn’t waste another second to grab you by the hips, turn you around to face away from him, and immediately push you forward to force you to use the sink as leverage. The large, dirty mirror on the wall stared back at you, clear enough for you to see the two of you in this sinful moment.

“You’re pretty too. A pretty slut, about to get her pretty little cunt stretched so bad you’ll be ruined for any other male.” Jimin’s canine adorned smile grew as he stared you down through the reflection in the mirror, grasp on your hips moving to the flesh of your ass. His foot kicks your feet apart, forcing you to stand wider and spread for him. A quick glance down and he already sees just how wet and dripping your cunt was. He pushed the head of his cock against your slit, coating it with your juices before gently rocking forward, not going inside, instead just rubbing between your swollen lips.

“So pretty,” you murmured as your eyes washed over him. Your mouth ran dry as he pulled his shirt off and exposed himself to the hard light of the bathroom. He looked like sin incarnate and your body ached to touch. Your fingertips lightly trailed the skin of his abs, grazing over the tattoo with the faintest touch. The cold sink countertop felt like ice against your chest, still heaving with need as the man prepped your body for his entrance. “Please ruin me, alpha,” you begged, peering into his own gaze through the reflection of the mirror. Your knees and legs trembled as he teased his cock against your desperate slit. “Mark me as yours, please. I only want you.” His cock felt so thick even at the entrance, prodding and poking through your sodden folds. A moan wrenched through your lips as it pushed against your clit and slicked with your own arousal.

“Fuck me, please!” The teasing was near torture and you were desperate, pushing your hips back lightly to encourage the man to slip in and ruin you completely.

With lips closed, he smiled, eyebrows raising your desperation. It was almost mocking, yet pleased with just how desperate you were for him. Your initial fear seemed replaced with utter submission and desire to be his. “We’ve only been in here for minutes and you’re already pathetically wet.” As he spoke, his hips snapped forward to grant your one and only wish, filling your soppy hole with his fleshy, rigid cock. He had no desire to ease you into the stretch from his generous girth, immediately pulling back until merely the tip was engulfed by your cunt before drilling back into you with another squelching thrust. “Tight… no other cock must have ever stretched you this well, huh? Fuck..” He bites down his abused lower lip, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he had to gather himself. The scent you emitted was incredibly strong, intoxicating to his mind. It was like a high he’s never experienced before, and he knew he was already a lost cause to the addiction that is you.

The feeling of the alpha’s cock filling you completely was unparalleled. You’d never felt something within you so deep, never been stretched so far past your breaking point—and unable to care about the tearing pain. The pleasure outweighed the sizzling burn of pain. He was merciless and your whimpering moans echoed around the damp bathroom. “I—ohhhh fuck,” you gasped as he pushed into you yet again, spearing you nearly in half. It was as if you could feel him deep in your stomach, and you never wanted him to leave your soaked cunt. He was claiming his territory with each torturous thrust inside you that made your throat burn for more. “Only you,” you whimpered as his thrusts became merciless and powerful. “All y-yours now. Oh, god, so good,” you praised. You learned the beautiful man thrived on praise as much as you did on the dominant commands. Your hips moved in time with his powerful purses and the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the small room. “Oh my god, sir,” you cried as fat tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks. “You make me feel so good. I only want your c-cock inside me forever.” You knew now you would be hopelessly tied to the man, and you desperately ached for him to claim you as his own. “P-please, mark me as yours, alpha.”

The low, vibrating growl that rumbled throughout Jimin’s body would have anybody’s fight or flight instincts kicking in– the latter the most logical response from anyone within their right mind. His powerful thrusts were beyond that of what a human was capable of, the skin on your ass bruising with every loud, harsh collision of your bodies. “Only me?” he snarled through a wolfish grin, lips parting in a moan when your cunt clenched around his length. His sharp, claw like nails drew blood as they dug deep into the fleshy part of your waistline, moving your body like a ragdoll to meet his thrusts, your own attempts at doing so barely noticeable. “You want to be my little cockwhore?” Jimin leaned forward, hovering above you as he pressed his chest against your back, the grip on your waist moving to wrap around your torso with one arm, the other clawing at your jaw, forcing you to stare into the reflection in front of you. He keeps you tightly in place, feeling the way your body jiggles and jolts while he fucked into you with insatiable greed. “The alpha’s bitch?” His fiery eyes meet yours through the reflection, his toothy smile growing. He inches closer to drag his flattened tongue up your cheek, a coating of messy saliva dripping down your sweaty skin. Claiming you in every sense of the word.

The man claimed you roughly, making your throat rip with a desperate and wanton moan. His cock was pushing into your cunt deeper than anyone’s ever gone before, harder and with purpose. It was as if the man wanted to fuse your bodies together, become one. You certainly wanted it. His hands on your skin felt hot, feverish. You wanted him to touch you everywhere, at any time he could. You were hopeless addicted now. “Please,” you cried as the tears of pleasure poured from your face. “Claim this cunt as yours. I’m only yours!” You could feel your bliss piquing, building up to the impossible precipice. You whined as you watched your reflection. Your makeup smeared down your face with your sweat and tears. His fingers held your jaw tightly and your cunt pulsed around his heavy cock at the sight. You could see his heavy and thick length spearing into you and retracting smeared in your juices. Something inside you tells you it’s what you want to see for the rest of your life—only his cock ruining you and coaxing torrential orgasms out of you. “Yes! Breed me like the bitch in heat I am!” You cried out loud, no longer caring about your volume. Everyone in the bar could hear your desperate screams for the alpha and it only made you wetter, more aching for the man. “Fill me up with your seed, alpha! I need it, please! Cum inside me!”

The perked wolf ears adorning Jimin’s head flickered with his excitement, pointed forward to make sure he soaks up every little sound you make for him. You were so loud, shamelessly letting every hybrid in the building know just how good the alpha makes you feel. ‘Breed me.’ The words stuck to him, replaying in his mind whilst stuffing you with his cock over and over, the mix of your arousal and his precum dripping down into a puddle at the filthy bathroom floor. He wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you close as his thrusts changed pace. Still filled with greed and force, but no longer pulling back as much, instead keeping his cock lodged deep inside of you whilst prodding as deep inside of you as he possibly can. Jimin’s cock was on the verge of bursting inside of you, and instinctively he possessively sunk his teeth into the tender skin of your shoulder, shutting his eyes harshly. But just as quickly, his eyes opened back up, staring with wide eyes into the mirror when something he did not expect happened. He knew this was it, there was no going back. With one last, harsh thrust, he stilled his movements abruptly, heavy breathing down your neck as he kept you tightly in place– in case you would panic. “Gonna fill you up with my cum.. Put my little pups inside of you- fuck…” He growled into your skin, gnashing his teeth together. His cock grew inside of you, and he was physically unable to remove himself.

Whether it was intentional or not.. His body had chosen to breed you– to mate with you. “Mine.” He whined, and with that, his cock began to desperately pulsate inside of you as he disposed of his warm cum in heavy, pattern-like gushes. Like a volcano erupting, it didn’t stop, but he kept cumming, holding his hands on your stomach as he felt it start to lightly bulge from the amounts he was able to offer. “Gah…. shit… Look at you.” He could barely hold his voice stable, legs quivering, body twitching with every throb of his rigid length, still snugly wrapped by your cum-stuffed flesh.

Nothing in the world, in your life, has ever felt better than the way the alpha felt as he fucked into you. You barely knew the man, and yet you wanted nothing more than to give yourself over to him for as long as he wanted. You found yourself wanting to surrender your life to him. You felt safe in the security of his arms. As if you were always meant to find him, to be here with him. It didn’t matter that he had you in a damp bathroom, you would have him anyway and place. Your orgasm quickly approached, winding up and throttling you over the edge as your cunt convulsed around him. Your channels tightened and milked him, and you sobbed at the wave of pleasure creating over you.

“Yours,” you whined as your bodies stilled. His cock enlarged inside you, making your eyes widen and whimper as your hands clutched at his arms wrapped around you. You needed to touch him, stabilize yourself as your core widens to accept him and your tummy bulges from the amount of cum he pulses into you. It’s hot, and warm and you can feel it coating your walls thick. Your breathing was rapid, coming down from your high and the minor fright from having his cock widen and remain locked within you as he came.

“So big,” you whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek. “H-hurts… But I can take it. I’ll take it for you.” Your head lolls back and rests on his shoulder, allowing your body to relax around the feeling of his swollen knot. “Anything for you,” you murmured, as if you were in a daze. Your hands held on to his slender arms for support and reassurance, hoping desperately you pleased the alpha enough to keep you forever. “D-did I do okay?” You asked once, quiet as a mouse. Your confidence was quickly diminishing now that your orgasm subsided and your anxieties returned.

Jimin takes a long moment to catch his breath and collect himself, still holding you in his arms as if he never wanted to let you go in the first place. And truthfully, he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t have to…

“You did so well, little lamb.” He purrs as he places a, surprisingly, gentle kiss with his pillowy lips against your clammy temple. His hands roam down to smooth his palms over the swell of your stomach, reassuring you that this indeed did please him to the max.

After another few minutes, his length finally went back to its original size, immediately feeling his cum seep out your hole. He pulls out, and the flood of his cum splattered against the floor. But it didn’t seem to faze him at all, instead his attention was set on you, feeling your stomach deflate with each passing second. He turned you around to face him, brushing the damp strand of hair away from your eyes as his features seemed to display nothing but gentle affection, his eyes almost disappearing into thin slits as he smiled. His tail wagged happily, and he decided to bring you in for a chaste kiss on the lips.

“My mate.” he breathes out as if it was a relief to finally have you. And it was, he’d been looking for somebody that would be his true mate for life, but believed he would simply be a lone wolf for eternity. But then you came along, as if destiny had thrown you (or rather, your friend threw you) into this place at this time, like a piece of meat for the alpha to claim.

© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.

[anqeluv]

kinktober : stray kids as werewolves

content warnings : breeding kink, hickies, possessiveness, and dregradation.

bang chan : he knew you were his mate as soon as you were introduced. your scent hit him like a soft pillow, unexpected but instantly familiar and comforting. he always knows exactly what you need, even before you do sometimes. he tries his absolute best to be a gentleman, and yet even he can’t control himself once the moon creeps closer to getting full. his rut always hits him the night before the full moon. it’s like something takes over and he just has to fill you up, fuck you and fill you with his pups. he always fucks you from behind and then he makes you stay like that for a little while, growling every time you try to move because, “it’ll drip out of you if you do that! don’t be wasteful, baby.”

minho : he’s very adamant about you NOT being there during his rut. “it’s not that i don’t want you there. it’s just that i don’t want to hurt you. i won’t really know what i’m doing.” and because you’re an incredible s/o you agree to stay away for the night, even if you think he’s being more than a little dramatic. i mean, how were you supposed to know that it really was that serious? how were you supposed to know that going back for a shirt you left at his apartment was a stupid move? you’ve never had a werewolf for a boyfriend before. how would you know that the second you knock on his door he’d grab you by the wrists and bend you over the nearest surface so he could properly fuck you? well, he did try to warn you.

changbin : he doesn’t know how he ever got through this before he had you. he starts getting restless a few days before his rut starts and even then he starts whining low in his throat whenever you’re separated for too long. and when it actually hits? he’s glued to your side. sometimes he doesn’t even want to pull out of you because of how much it hurts to be apart from you even in such a small way. he fucks you extra passionate and then he keeps you on his cock while y’all watch american horror story and order food because spending a week doing nothing but having sex takes a lot out of a wolf and his mate.

hyunjin : he’s so protective of you. he can’t help it. his wolf wants nothing more than to take care of you and baby you and do everything for you, so he’s constantly reminding himself that you’re your own person who can handle themself perfectly fine on their own. you don’t need him. so why does he get so sad whenever he has to tell himself that? especially when he starts going through that special time of year where all he wants is you in his bed and every male in the general vicinity as far from you as possible. he almost ripped poor felix’s head off just for offering to make you some tea. of course, he felt awful about it, but it’s nothing that an apology to felix and an afternoon balls deep inside you can’t fix.

jisung : he’s like a puppy most of the time, sweet and energetic and very loving, except for that special time in autumn when he gets a little more wolfish. you know it’s coming when he starts howling at the moon in the middle of the night. you’ll wake up with his side of the bed cold and those wolf calls in the distance. the rest of pack warned you against staying with him during this period of time, but jisung gets a little possessive. “you can’t leave. you’re mine!” he practically growls every time you bring it up. oh and he bites. he covers you in marks, washing you with his scent so everyone in the vicinity knows not to touch his little angel.

felix : he hates it when you have to be around other guys, but he hates how jealous he gets even more. he knows he shouldn’t be, but he can’t help wanting to punch everyone of your guy friends in the face whenever they hug you. not that he ever would, but sometimes his wolf whispers the most aggressive suggestions. and maybe it’s not completely fair to take that out on you, but then again you never mind. in fact you usually beg for it, asking him, “please, will you hit me again?” and because he’s frustrated and in the mood to punish his baby for paying attention to other guys, he’s all too willing to leave your ass throbbing. he wants to make sure any wolf to come within a mile of you knows exactly who you belong to. chan, your best friend, always makes fun of you for it afterwards. “ugh, you reek of lix. do you have to do that every time you see each other?” but secretly he thinks it’s kind of sweet.

seungmin : he gets so attached to you during his mating season. he knows you’ve got a whole life to attend to and yet somehow he can’t bring his wolf to care. he gets very clingy and soft and doesn’t like you doing anything he thinks of as dangerous. he’ll get things down from high shelves for you (even if you’re literally taller than he is, he’s still not going to let his baby risk getting hurt) and he glares at anyone who gets too close to you. but as much as he takes care of you, he has a tendency to tear you apart once the heat hits him. he just has the most intense need to fuck you until you’re screaming. he wants everyone to see the claw marks on his back and the bites covering your throat and know that you belong to each other.

jeongin : he gets so embarrassed whenever his rut arrives. he hates asking you for anything, much less letting him use you like a little sex toy. and maybe there’s a part of him that doesn’t want you to see him like this. he always tries his best to be so good whenever he’s around you. he never lets his fangs slip or his eyes turn that burning gold color they do when he forgets to keep his wolf hidden. he doesn’t want you to see him as an animal. you had to find out about his rut from hyunjin, who was worried about him, listening to him whine behind his bedroom door. so of course you came over, wanting nothing more than to help your boyfriend.

“y/n? is that you? stop! don’t come in here,” he begs, but you’re already stepping through the door and then, suddenly, all of his discretion is out the window and he’s slamming you against the closed door.

[ghastspidergwen]

some of the weirder hermit things for my (currently unnamed) hermitcraft au

Tango is always warm. You can feel the heat radiating off him. Most of the hermits brush it off as 'guy from the nether, a land of fire and lava, of course he's warm!' but as anyone who has worked with him in close proximity on a build or circuit, it's not just warmth, his heat can burn if you get too close for too long. The reason he tends to build iron farms instead of tree farms because that much wood around someone who can literally make wood burst into flame by being to close to it is not good. Of course the heat is fine, why wouldn't it be? He doesn't mind it, neither do his friends.

Cleo is a zombie. She has all the stereotypical zombie attributes-stiff joints, rotting flesh, hysterical strength, craving for human flesh, and she stinks. She tries her best to cover it up, flower crowns (which also has the added bonus of covering her head, so she doesn't burn in the sunlight), living more distanced from the rest of the hermits, but the longer she stays dead, the worse it gets. Joe says he was used to it after so many years with her, but the stench got worse and worse until she 'reset' her zombie-ness in Demise. It's been better since then, but it's coming back full force, and quicker than it did before. Is it any wonder she chose to settle in a flower forest this season?

Joe has a rare form of synaesthesia. Even though he's one of the human hermits, this alone can warrant him the occasional invite on the non-human's trips, mostly to wrangle Cleo. Cleo, his partner and best friend on the server. A literal zombie, who has lost all sense of touch and taste, who has very little sense of smell, except when it comes to rotten flesh. She longs to feel the grass again, pet any sort of animal, taste a cake, or even mushroom stew. So Joe paints her pictures. He takes the feeling of the green grass and tells a story, weaving words together to create poems, watching Cleo's face light up as she remembers this from when she was alive, or maybe Joe is introducing it to her again.

Grian is extremely farsighted. You would expect that from a bird hybrid, but he is farsighted for even avians. And his sight comes with its own rules. Clouds don't seem to impair his vision the normal way, neither does the fog, but anything closer than five blocks is a blurry mess. He wears glasses for building and hanging around the server, and most hermits forgot he doesn't actually need them, they just make his life easier. Standing on top of his mansion, he could see the whole jungle crew, even to Keralis' city. On top of the Omega Tree, he could see past the shopping district to False's base. Pearl-the only other avian on the server-doesn't seem to be able to see as far, or without obstructions like Grian, nor can any of the other avians the hermits have encountered on their travels. When Grian was confronted about his unnaturally good eyesight, he just mumbled something about watching everyone, then went back to work.

Ren is a werewolf. He has to transform with the full moon, obviously, but he can change into his wolf form at any time. Sometimes, it's easier being a dog, getting to run free, no worries of building, or wars, or shops, or anything else. Sometimes, it's too easy to be a wolf. Sometimes he wants to run free forever. He almost did. He got too lost in a transformation, and couldn't come back fully human. But it's fine, he loves the ears (enhanced hearing), tail (better balance), and other wolfish characteristics he kept. But something has been nagging at his brain. If he gave into his bloodthirsty side, what would happen? 3rd life *cough cough*

Jevin is a slime. It was the best. No fall damage, no suffocation, and he could eat almost anything, the only downside was elytra's didn't work so well, so he used boats to get around, and now horses. But being a slime has been not so fun since that encounter with Evil X. He can now merge with the slime bouncing around the swamp, often forgetting that he still has work to do on his base, his thoughts merging with the slime's. He only snaps out of it when someone splits the slimes apart. He also falls apart more, leaving bits of his slime behind, and repairing himself with slime balls. Leaving the Ship of Theseus in question-how much Jevin can be replaced with slime balls before he is no longer Jevin?

Wels gives off light. All elves do, but his armour blocks most of it. The light isn't bright enough to stop mobs spawning, and he doesn't need it to see in caves, his darkvision covers that. Without the heavy armour to block the light, it's bright enough to set zombies and skeletons alight, making his mob proofing very effective. Most of the Hermits don't even realize that he glows, it wasn't noticeable until Hels showed up. Where Wels gave off light, Hels seems to absorb it. They balanced each other out, darkness and light, yin and yang. Beef noticed after that, but he didn't say anything. Wels had enough on his plate after that. Xisuma also knows. He mentioned it to Wels once, who waved it off, said it was a 'special trait', and not to worry about it. So Xisuma didn't, until he heard whispers about an evil Wels, who was the darkness to all of Wels' light. Ever since Hels came to the server, Wels' light has been dimmed, and he doesn't know why.

Gem loves plants, and they love her back. After all, why wouldn't they? She can help give the plants life, so they repay her, with gifts. A wandering trader pops up with the first dripleaf of the season in Gem's base? Plants must have given it to her. She finds one of the best horses on the server? The plants must have put Moose in her path. If you want your trees to grow quicker, just call her over for some tea, and you'll have a whole forest in less than a day. Sure, the trees will be more intricate than if you waited for them to grow naturally, there will be more ground cover, and you get the feeling that something is lurking in all the plants around your base now, but an overnight forest and a chat with Gem makes it worth it. After all, what kind of malevolent spirit would want to hurt Gem, a spirit of life and growth?

Bdubs is a human, what else would he be? He's just fascinated with time. He would kill for a clock. He carries clocks around everywhere, studying them in his free time, comparing the hands' position to the position of the sun, moon, and stars. When asked why, he says there's something he needs to know about time, and he needs to figure it out. Maybe it has to do with the fact he jumped late into season 6 as some certain hippies time travelled out of it. He's the only hermit to have missed a huge amount of time due to some shenanigans. Even Keralis, who left season 3 and came back at the same time as Bdubs, remembers what he did between. Bdubs was with the NHO one second, and falling through the sky the next. He feels there should be something in between, he can almost reach it, he just needs more time to figure it out.

Pearl is terrified of heights. You wouldn't expect her to be, seeing as she's an avian. But she is and no one knows why, except Grian, and he says it's her story to tell. She hasn't told anyone...and she doesn't plan to. Her wings are mostly there for 'decoration', she doesn't get any real use out of them, only occasionally doing short flights or gliding, but she won't actually fly because it reminds her too much of-nope. She doesn't even want to think about it. Maybe telling someone could help her cope, or maybe it would make it worse. Grian's offered to teach her how to fly again, even just low to the ground, but Pearl's still considering the offer. She's heard horses are the new thing, and there's even a 'No Wings Club' in town. She obviously can't get rid of her wings, but maybe Xisuma can mess with her code, keep her close to the ground.

Doc cannot stand cats. He's a creeper, why should he like cats? But cats can hurt him a lot more than they hurt normal creepers, even normally calm cats like Jellie instantly start trying to attack him if he's anywhere near them. He still likes cats, just not anywhere near him, but cats are drawn to him. Maybe because he is the most powerful creeper on the server and cats feel the most hostile toward that, but no one knows. But cats hate wolves more than they want to hurt him, so that's an added bonus of living with Ren.

Xisuma is...no one knows what Xisuma is. Everyone says he's something different-a shapeshifter, a watcher, an endwalker, literally Doomguy, but no one knows for sure. Just when everyone thought he couldn't get more mysterious, a red Doomguy showed up, calling himself Evil Xisuma. Xisuma says it was nothing more than a glitch, an error in his code resulting in an evil clone, Evil X is gone for good. Then he showed up again. All the other hermits noticed, of course, but something was different from the last time Evil X was seen. He isn't trying to take over the server, he just wants Xisuma to work with him, which X agreed to too willingly. But everything's fine, Xisuma swears it, he's got Evil X under control, or maybe it's the other way round, none of the hermits can tell.

[princessbatears]

Winter Challenge 2021 - Day 31 (Overalls - Wild Card)

Pairing: Werewolf Frankie Morales x Female Reader Summary: Two days before the full moon, Frankie's only got one thing on his mind—and it's not garden clean-up POV: Reader Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, language, nudity, PIV sex, outdoor sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, implied cock-warming, mild switch dynamics Words: 800 A/N: From my Lunar Cycle/Bitten universe; also, a huge thanks to @hdlynnslibrary for betaing this for me! ❤️

This is the final installment of the Winter Challenge 2021! I had such a blast with these little stories, especially because of how much they allowed me to experiment with the characters and werewolf situations I love. 😁 To everyone who read, liked, commented, and/or reblogged, thank you, your support is so appreciated! 🥰

You feel Frankie’s eyes on you first. You’re kneeling by the garden bed, clearing out all the leftover debris from the fall vegetables. The day’s unseasonably warm and you’re enjoying how the sun feels on your back.

Smirking to yourself, you don’t stop pulling out the dead leaves. He’s said before he likes how you look in your overalls. You’ve always found them far more practical than sexy, but he swears it does things to your ass no other article of clothing can.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come help me?” you ask, like you don’t know what’s going on.

A couple of seconds later, his lips press against the back of your neck. “You smell so fucking good,” he growls.

It’s only two days until the full moon and Frankie’s Wolf is very close to the surface. You love this time of the month, finding his barely contained primal nature incredibly alluring.

“Oh yeah?” You turn your head so you can finally look into his face. His irises are amber and pupils very dilated.

He leans in closer to you, inhaling deeply. Whatever you’d smelled like before, you’re sure your arousal is now mixed in.

His breathing quickens in response, fingers slipping under the front of your overalls to cup your left breast. “Oh, no bra.“ He’s pleased by this discovery and his thumb rubs over the cotton fabric of your old t-shirt, making the nipple harden.

Your own breath hitches, but you try to keep your tone even, “I wanted to be comfy.”

Frankie hums, his smile sweetly predatory. Then, he unhooks one of the overall straps, tossing it casually over your shoulder. “Are you more comfortable now?”

God, you love it when he gets like this, somehow both in charge and fully at your service. “It could be better,” you shrug, playing along.

This time, he uses his teeth to slide the button out of the hook. Well, now your panties are shot. You might as well have skipped out on those, too.

The increasingly strong odor of your desire has him getting your shirt off in a second, leaving your top naked. He grabs one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking on it. You moan, your fingers digging into his hair.

His hands shove the overalls off your hips. Soon, your mud boots are gone. And your socks. Then, your decimated panties. He’s moved to the other breast, licking and nipping.

“Frankie, I need you now!” The demand is followed by you pulling back from him to get his clothes off. You unzip his jeans, feeling how hard he is, while he yanks his blue flannel shirt off.

Once you’re both stripped down, he pauses. “Is the ground too hard?”

No matter how frenzied he feels, he always makes sure you’re okay.

You smile, your fingers dancing over his chest and belly. “It’s fine.” You’d fuck him on concrete if that’s what was available.

Then, you grab his cock in your hand and he lets out a sharp gasp. “I’m not going to be able to wait if you do that,” he warns roughly.

With a wolfish smile of your own, you squeeze lightly once more before releasing him. “Why are we waiting?”

In response, his thumb strokes the outside of your folds. Intense pleasure shoots through every nerve in your body and you clutch at his back.

“You are ready, aren’t you?” he purrs, slipping a couple of fingers lazily inside you to explore your wetness. Then, he pulls out and licks his fingers, his gaze locked with yours.

Knowing he likes you desperate, you nod, panting.

His lips return to your skin, trailing kisses across your stomach and hips. Then, just when you think you’re going to have to verbally beg him to take you, he shifts his body so he’s positioned over you and his throbbing cock enters.

Your dig harder into his back, your mouth snatching his. You need every possible part of your skin to be touching his.

His thrusts are slow at first, but he knows your body well enough to read that you aren’t going to need much time and begins to speed up. You can already feel your orgasm building within you.

“Don’t stop!” you manage between ragged breaths.

Frankie hits deeper and faster. He tips you over the edge and you cry out. He doesn’t stop, wanting to continue the waves of your pleasure.

Somewhere, in the midst of that, he climaxes, too, letting out a guttural sound that ends in a howl. Gasping, he collapses onto his forearms, still on top of you.

After a long couple of moments where you both rest, he smiles into your face. His yellow irises have deepened to brown again. “I love you.”

You give him a sweet kiss. “I love you, too.”

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