#-WOLF RIPPING OFF SHIRT SCREAMING-

[darabeatha]

Day 3874395849395949588337276372 we got a new servant and his armor is cool but at what cost- (moctezuma)

[cinnbar-bun]

Maam stop making Diego so hot for no reason he’s a fucking loser (jk please keep doing it I love you)

He’s a loser but he’s MYYYY loser 😭😭😭

[7brownsuga7]

Ghostface killer pt.2

Jungkook x fem reader

Kinktober

Ghost face killer pt.1 here

Word count: 759

Genre: smut drabble - minors DNI

Summary: Everyone has a Scream movie marathon in the living room totally oblivious to Jungkook who sneakily fucks you on the sofa

Warnings: Fluff, smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, sneaky sex, public sex, taboo, orgasm

Notes: I wanted to upload this before October ends, enjoy ;) (I LITERALLY CANT STOP WRITING ABOUT JUNGKOOK!!! LIKE HELP ME PLS IM BEGGING!!!! IM TRYING TO WRITE FOR OTHER MEMBERS BUT I KEEP ON HAVING IDEAS FOR HIM FUCKKK!!! *rips off shirt and transforms into a wolf *)

Jungkook. The man that’s full of surprises and pent up sexual frustration has found his way to sneakily fuck you while everyone else is in the living room in the middle of a scream marathon.

Apparently he could care less about the franchise and has more of an interest in fucking you while you sit on his lap softly moving your hips around his cock.

He must have some interest in the film because his ghostface costume had made a return. You could never describe the excitement it brings you when he fucks you in his mask. You never knew you had a mask kink until Jungkook brought it out of you. But now as your pussy stretches for his thick length, you wonder if it’s the mask or just him.

Probably both.

It’s risky fucking In front of other people, but with everyone’s attention on the film, the intoxication in the room, and both of you sitting away from everyone with yours and Jungkooks black cloaks helping hide the movements, it’s pretty worth it. Especially when he fills you up like that, his hands on your waist guiding you around his length. His soft grunts make you lift yourself up a bit and slowly sit back down, still trying not to gain attention from anyone in the room.

Your moans fill the small area as your head tries to adjust to your senses, while he still makes it his point to fuck you recklessly, moving his waist along with your movements. You can feel him all around you and inside you, moving so gracefully with so much precision you’re sure he’s a sex god, or just trying to kill you, or both. You feel him on your body, his hot touch seeping into your skin and through your veins, as he holds your waist and runs his fingers up your spine, his hips working up to meet your movements. You crave for more of him even though he’s as close as he can get. His scent works its way around you and through you, slowly invading your senses and working its way to your head, nothing else makes any sense in this moment, but him and his touch and smell and everything that is him.

You haven’t uttered a single word since he slipped his dick into you, honestly too fucked out to do so. He enters you with so much precision that you’re sure your orgasm is already approaching. The wetness around your cunt and your thighs just proves it. Luckily the large black cloak covers your exposed pussy and his cock.

You lean back against his chest, becoming tired too quickly. His hands hold your hands that are placed on either side of you on the sofa for support. His thumb gently stroking the top of your hand, despite the increasing force of his hips. You bite your bottom lip to suppress any sounds leaving your mouth. When his hands move under your cloak to rub your clit, you’re sure he wants people to find out what you’re doing as you gasp with shock and pleasure.

He rubs your clit, his cock still stuffing you whole as his movements continue. Your legs close as you can feel your orgasm suddenly approach. “I want you to cum for me okay? Make as much noise as you can” he whispers in your ear and you look back at him in shock.

“What? Are you crazy?” And you’re sure he is when he adds pressure to your clit and his hips move at an increasing speed. You can’t do anything but restlessly sit on his lap with his cock inside you as it works in and out of you.

Your thighs are still tightly shut as your orgasm approaches as quick as ever.

It’s like he times it, when you softly squeal due to the orgasm and overstimulation on your clit when ghostface comes on screen and kills one of the characters. Your moans are muffled by the loud music and the slight chatter in the room.

“Mmmh, that’s it let it out baby, good girl”

Your hand covers your mouth as the scene ends and a quieter scene approaches. You shudder, the chills running down your spine at the sensation of your orgasm and him inside of you.

“Good girl, you got it, let it out” his voice is soothing in your ears.

And in that moment you wonder who’s the real killer, the one in the film or him, because he’s really killed you tonight for sure.

[therandompagesblog]

SKZ Pack Bonus Chapter 2

Trigger warnings: final smut, cunnilingus, salirophilia, orgasm, blow job

"What are you doing?" "Locking you in here." "Why?" "I want a baby. Now. We gotta make it, let it cook for a while and then voila a puppy is here. Quick get on the bed before the others get you. It's my turn." "Seungmin!" "Quick!"

Seungmin locked the door knowing he had one hour to please his Luna and one hour to make a pup. He was desperate. The puppy wanted a pup badly. It was all Luna's fault. She dressed him in a tutu. She put bows in his hair. They even had a tea party together where they gossiped about the other alphas. Then poor Seungmin had a wet dream of him fucking a pup into Y/N and now he was a desperate wolf. H was that desperate he begged and paid Minho to take his kids out while Moon along with Lucas were at school. So Luna and Isla were out with Minho, leaving the other wolves inside the house. He honestly did not care. He could make his mate scream as desperately as him without the kids hearing her. Luckily for him, Y/N was on board as she jumped on him, pinning him to the door. Y/N couldn't help it either. It had been three whole months since she had sex with someone. She was desperate herself but the children always needed her. Someone would have a nightmare at night. Someone wanted to sleep with her and their father. It became impossible and they definitely could not do it during the day, Isla was here. Now that it was silent, Y/N could fuck him as long and as much as she liked as long as it was within the hour time frame.

Y/N didn't care how desperate she was. She needed him and Seungmin needed her. Seungmin carried her to his bed, throwing her down as he stayed trapped between her legs. His hardened clothed clock rubbed against her clothed pussy as they ground on one another to gain friction. He could make Y/N come there and then as he smelled her slick preparing herself for his knot. Seungmin's tongue started to become sloppy as he fucked her mouth before kissing her neck. His kisses were hot, wet and lethal as they trailed up and down her neck. "Need more, Minnie," Y/N whined as her hands knotted in his hair. "Patience baby. Gotta feel you. Taste you. Then I'll fuck you." Seungmin growled out, making Y/N throw her head back with want. Seungmin picked up his pace and humped her harshly as if he was fucking her. He lifted himself up and gripped her hips before pushing her t-shirt up to see her uncovered breasts that were waiting with need. Seungmin rutted against her with a moan as his hands went to play with her hardened nipples. He threw his head back with a moan, feeling his cock tightening in his joggers. He was going to cum. Y/N squeezed Seungmins wrists as she came in her clothes just as Seungmin did.

Seungmin lowered his head and kissed her once more. Tasting each other's sweaty mouths. Tasting each other's desires. Y/N pushed him up and pulled down his joggers to see his leaking cock. His cock made her mouth spasm. She missed him so much that she didn't even warm him up. She put him straight into her mouth, sucking rapidly with need. Seungmin grabbed her head, making a makeshift ponytail while she sucked. Her hands gripped his ass as she pushed him forward harshly. Y/N took one of his hands and cupped his testicles, squeezing it softly causing him to let out a deep moan. Y/N's pretty face was filled with tears as she took him back further. She wanted his seed in both her holes. She wanted his salty taste in her mouth. "Gonna. Fucking. Y/N FUCK!" Seungmin shouted as he jolted back. His seed spilling all over her face. Y/N took her fingers and slid the cum of her face into her mouth to taste. Seungmin groaned at the sight and pushed her down, making her laugh.

He wasted no time and ripped the remainder of her clothes off harshly. He needed to taste her. He was a deprived man. "Go on, Minnie. Taste me." Y/N begged. Seungmin growled teasingly. He was ready. He took one long lick and nearly came right there. She tasted luxurious as if all the pregnancy and breeding had made her taste even more delectable. He couldn't believe the wolves wasted so much time depriving themselves of her and depriving her of pleasure. Y/N tasted better than before. Her slick was still juicy as ever. Seungmin wanted more. He needed her to squirt so he could drink her. Seungmin took his fingers and forced them into her hole as he sucked her clit. His two fingers started off slow and tormenting, but they soon quickened. They got faster. Harsher with want and need. Seungmin entered a third. Stimulating her more and more. He could smell and feel how close she was. She had even squeezed her legs tighter around his face. Grinding on him while he sucked and played with her. He could feel her build up and he knew it was a big one. He was prepared for her slick and he was rewarded with it. Y/N squirted straight into his mouth and he lapped it up like he usually did.

From then on, Seungmin wasted no time with fucking her. He needed to breed her. He was desperate for it. He fucked her harshly and deeply. Every position he could think of. He had Y/N on her back as every lover did, making sure he softly fucked her before he changed. Seungmin flipped her and fucked her from behind. It was his favourite position. Seeing the way her body arched as he took her. The way her breasts bounced the rougher he got. Then he took her on top. Fucking his seed into her over and over again as he knotted continuously until her belly swelled. When she did swell, Seungmin continued to fuck her. To make sure it was his because he was determined to have a pup inside her. Seungmin was determined to be the best father ever.

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[perseephoneee]

for kinktober 2024. fandom: teen wolf. characters: scott and isaac. kink: threesome

kinktober day 2 (isaac lahey x f!reader x scott mccall)

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content warnings: threesome, oral (f. and m. receiving), degrading nicknames, p in v, unprotected sex, insinuation of sex pollen

a/n: i was so intimidated to write this so i listened to Mario kart music while doing so. because you know. nothing screams "sex!" like coconut mall

Your dirtiest fantasies had not prepared you for this. Beacon Hills always had something weird going on, and the Nemeton was to blame for that, but whatever had infected the boys this time was nasty. You had noticed Scott and Isaac acting weird while at school, so feeling dutiful, you decided to stop by and check in on them afterward. You had to wait until you finished your extracurriculars and came to the McCall household after the sun had set. Melissa's car wasn't in the driveway, so she was probably working the night shift again. Scott's motorcycle was here, so you assumed he was home. You knocked on the door but tried pushing it open after no response. Someone had left it unlocked as you nervously stepped into the house.

"Scott?" Isaac?" you called out, dropping your bag by the front and walking in further. Goosebumps prickled on your skin as you ascended the stairs, investigating further. There were no lights in the hallway, and you were questioning if you imagined the motorcycle in the driveway. Suddenly, you were pushed against the wall, letting out a yelp as a hand wrapped around your throat.

Isaac looked down at you, eyes rimmed in gold but no claws as he held you there. You gulped, and he smirked as you looked at him fearfully. Looking for someone, princess?"

Something was wrong, that much you could see. It was almost like he was trapped in a half-wolf state, and you were the stupid rabbit that had run into the foxhole. Isaac cupped your neck, tilting your head back with a growl. "Answer me."

"W-wanted to make sure you and Scott were okay," you stammered. Isaac's other hand traced circles on your hip, making you hyper-aware of everything happening around you. Your ears pricked at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

"That's cute. She came to take care of us," Scott said, the same glazed look in his eyes as Isaac's, this time rimmed in red. Your heart picked up as he stalked closer. He heard the change in your breathing and grinned. "Don't be scared, it's just us."

You were slightly scared because these were not the often awkward but kind boys you knew. These werewolves looking at you like their next prey. The masochistic part of you was slightly aroused by it.

Isaac pulled you from the wall, spinning around so you were facing Scott as he stood right behind you. You could feel his erection pressing into your back as he brushed the hair away from your neck, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Pretty thing, isn't she?" he murmured, kissing behind your ear. You would probably collapse from cardiac arrest if he wasn't holding you. Scott stepped closer, and you couldn't help but stare into the red glow of his eyes.

"What do you think? Gonna take care of us?" Scott cooed. The curious part of you nodded, all common sense flying out the door. Scott smirked, leaning down and kissing you. The intensity was shocking, and you couldn't help but almost stumble into him as your hands found his biceps. He just pulled you closer, nearly growling into your mouth before pulling away. Scott started pulling you towards the closest bedroom, Isaac following behind like a dominating presence. You felt heat rise in your cheeks at the sound of the door clicking close.

"You gonna undress for us, or should we rip the clothes from your body?" Isaac hummed, playing with the hem of your shirt. You hesitantly started taking off your body, then removing your jeans, until you were left in your undergarments. The room was mostly dark, with only a single lamp in the corner casting shadows. Still, you couldn't help but be aware of how they admired you. Scott sat on the bed, watching in amusement as Isaac circled you. Isaac pulled you closer to him, fingers brushing over the edge of your bra. "Such a pretty slut, all for us?" he purred, and you felt your stomach tighten.

"Yes," you responded, voice small. Isaac kissed you, gentler than Scott but still firm. His hands unclasped your bra as he pushed you towards the bed. You fell onto it with a slight bounce, wanting to cover your chest but unable to as Scott grabbed your arms. He had undressed and now was leaning over to kiss and suck your breasts before you could utter anything else. You let out slight gasps, feeling overwhelmed and not even noticing Isaac removing his shirt and sliding to the floor. He pulled off your panties, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed as he kissed up your inner thighs. He bit down hard on your soft flesh, causing you to let out a yelp, which Scott swallowed down with his lips. Your senses were on fire, feeling overwhelmed by their bodies close to yours. Scott slipped his tongue in your mouth right as Isaac licked from your entrance to your bud. You let out a shuddering breath and fell back against the bed, the pleasure overwhelming.

"Let's put that mouth to work," Scott hummed, sitting up above you with his briefs gone and cock pressed to his stomach. You gulped, unsure, but took him in your hands and tentatively licked the head. He let out a groan, wrapping your hair in his hands and holding your head steady as you took more of him in your mouth. You tried to remember to breathe through your nose, even as Isaac continued eating you out. Tears pricked your eyes as you took Scott as deep as possible before pulling back. He started fucking your mouth, holding you steady as his dick passed between your lips. You moaned around him as Isaac began to use his fingers, curling them just right. Scott and Isaac pulled away simultaneously, leaving you feeling discombobulated. You barely had a second to complain before you were being flipped over, ass in the air on your hands and knees. Scott cupped your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip, which you took into your mouth, sucking gently. He growled, removing his hand and squeezing your face. "Greedy, aren't you?" Scott smiled, the red in his eyes almost getting brighter. "Don't worry, we'll fill you up real nicely."

"Love this pussy of yours, princess," Isaac cooed, running his fingers up and down your folds. Your core tightened in response, excitement building up for you. You turned your head to look at Isaac, naked and smirking above you as he kneaded the plush of your ass. You turned your head back and took Scott in your mouth again, breathing in and out deeply as you worked on taking in as much as you could. Scott held your head, panting in a way that only spurred you on. Just a moment later, Isaac pushed into you. You yelped around Scott's cock, earning a huff of laughter from Isaac as he started to pound into you. You knew your thighs would be red from where he was repetitively hitting you over and over. You almost gagged around Scott as Isaac caused you to go deeper and deeper.

"You're such a good little cock slut, fuck, you're so hot," Scott moaned, and you looked up at him through heavy lashes. Apparently, that was his undoing because he came in your mouth a second later. You swallowed it all down greedily, saliva coating your mouth as he pulled away and laid down on the bed. The glow was already dimming from his eyes, which you found interesting.

You couldn't help but moan as Isaac rolled his cock into you. He grabbed your arms, holding your wrists behind you and pushing down on the small of your back so you were arched up further. You cried out complete nonsense, your core desperate for release.

"Gonna cum on my cock, princess? You can do it; I know you can," Isaac murmured, reaching his other hand to rub against your clit. You cried out his name as you came, your entire body clenching as he followed right behind you. He kept fucking into you as you both came down from your high, pushing his seed as deep as possible.

All three of you were panting as Isaac pulled out and fell down to the other side of the bed, pulling you with him. You let yourself fall asleep, wondering if it was all a dream.

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[braveclementine]

October 14: Monster Fucking (Remus Lupin)❤️

Warnings: 18+readersonly, Monster Fucking, werewolf sex, rough sex, size kink perhaps, smut

Copyright: I do not own Remus Lupin, or any other Wizarding World/ Harry Potter characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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"What if I don't want to?" You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"You don't have a choice." Remus growled at you, hands clenched around the back of his office chair. "Full moon is in a few hours, and I need you gone, you understand? You can't be anywhere near me when I become a werewolf." 

"You took the potion, you're safe." You said stubbornly, looking at the goblet that, while empty, still had smoke wafting from it. You wondered if it had been hot to drink as well. Remus had only told you it tasted disgusting. 

"I am not safe." Remus growled. His pupils were bigger than normal, a side effect from the full moon being so close. "Tame and safe are very different, Y/N. Just because the potion makes me tame, does not make me safe. I could still lash out and bite you. I'm becoming a wolf, I'm still becoming a monster." 

"You're not a monster." You growled back, stalking over to him. He backed up a little. It was frustrating that he was scared to be close to you, even as a human. "You're not!" 

"You need to go and stay in your own bedroom tonight, okay? Please bunny?" He begged. 

You pursued your lips, looking into his pale face. You crossed your fingers behind your back. "Fine." 

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You crept quietly back up towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts office where you knew Remus was. The castle itself was dead quiet, and wolves had good hearing, so you were treading carefully. 

You wanted to be with Remus during this hardship, but he wouldn't let you anywhere near him. Things would be different tonight, you would make sure of it. 

You twisted the doorknob, finding it locked. You rolled your eyes, tapping it silently with your wand and pushing it open. 

You closed the door behind you, pressing your back to it. The office was quiet and dark, moonlight shining in through the window. You didn't see Remus, which was strange, but the office had another door leading into the bedroom that you and Remus usually shared, so you figured he was in there. 

The door was wide open, though the room was also dark. "Remus?" You called out quietly, standing in the doorway, peering around the room. He wasn't in here either. Had he changed his mind? Gone out to the Forbidden Forest instead? 

Suddenly, you heard a low growl behind you, which made your hair stand up on end in fear. You turned slowly, nearly screaming when you saw the tall werewolf standing right behind you. Your back found the wall, wondering for the first time if you had really thought this through. 

Even as a werewolf, Remus looked furious, angry black eyes that were glinting. He had bared his teeth, his long snout quivering. You were going to be in so much trouble when he could talk and punish you. 

Suddenly, his large paw hit you from the side and you tumbled to the floor on your back. He leapt, landing so that his entire body covered yours, his snout nudging your cheek. "R-Remus." You whispered. His teeth were so close to your body, your heart pounded heavily in your chest. You hadn't thought this through at all. 

Your clothes were ripped from his claws, your shirt not much more than scraps. He hadn't touched your skin however, which was still smooth and perfect. You lifted the shirt over your head, throwing it to the side since it was more cumbersome than anything else, figuring you'd grab one of his shirts once he had backed off. 

He didn't back off. 

Instead, he dipped his large head, his heavy tongue licked over your breasts. Your nipples, sensitive from last night, tingled and you let out a surprised moan. 

Remus' demeanor changed immediately. He became less aggressive, his long snout dipping down, nudging against the inside of your clothed thighs. His teeth ripped your pajamas away, his black eyes daring you to say something. But the thrill of fear that had gone through you at being bitten was gone, replaced by anticipation and trust. 

His tongue licked you, larger than an tongue could be. While it felt amazing, it tickled and you twisted on the ground. Remus put one large paw on your stomach, holding you still while his tongue dwelled deep inside of you, still licking you up. 

There was no time to breathe when he pulled his tongue out, because he had immediately sheathed himself inside of you. 

"OH!" You shouted, back arching off the ground. "FUCK REMUS!" 

He didn't stop, perhaps his animal instinct for mating overturning any ideas of checking on you. But there truly was such a thing as 'to large' and you were sure that he was never going to fit quite comfortably. All you could do now was hold on for the ride you'd gotten yourself into. 

He was animalistic in his fucking- as expected- his thrusts furious and somewhat sloppy, but deep and impactful. You could feel every inch of him as he thrusted inside of you, slamming his hips against you. His claws dug into the wooden floor behind you, clawing up the floor that you were sure even spells wouldn't be able to fix. 

"FUCK!" You screamed as you came hard, but he didn't stop, still plowing into you, interested solely in the release he was chasing. He reached it after your second orgasm, filling you up more than he would've human, his liquids starting to spill from your cunt even as he kept releasing into you. 

He panted as he pulled away, looking as satisfied as a werewolf could. You laid there for a moment, watching as he padded away momentarily, before coming back to you, nudging your cheek with his nose. 

You struggled to sit up, before he nudged you a little harder, this time in the back. Getting the message, you staggered to your feet, leaving the bedroom. He herded you to the corner of the room with a large nest of blankets and pillows that you hadn't noticed before in the dark. 

You sat down wearily before he wrapped himself almost protectively around you. "See." You mumbled sleepily, scratching his head behind his ears, "You're not bad at all, just an overgrown puppy." 

He snorted plainly in a way that said you were still in trouble for the stunt you pulled and you smiled into his fur, deciding not to push your luck. Instead you simply snuggled up against him, closing your eyes, and falling asleep. 

[make-it-kinky-make-it-fun]

You get home on a friday afternoon, after your college classes are done for the week. Your parents are away for the weekend at some work thing you don't care about, so you're completely alone.

You lay down on your bed as you lazily scroll on your phone, too distracted to hear the front door opening and footsteps climbing the stairs.

Suddenly, that creepy older guy from your class is standing right in front of you, and the moment you notice him he jumps on top of you, easily overpowering you.

He binds your wrists together and on the bedframe, then he rips your shirt off, leaving you bare chested.

He proceeds to take off your pants and tie your legs on opposing bed posts, making you unable to close them.

He then gags you with a ring gag he found on your bedside table drawer. You try to kick and scream but he just chuckles as he slowly caresses and gropes your whole body, pinching you nipples hard.

He does this for a long time, simply feeling you up as you start to cry softly.

He then starts playing with your exposed cunt, touches light as feathers, and you sob harder as you feel your own wetness pooling. You're not enjoying this, not at all, but you can't control your body and the man let's out a cruel laughter.

He plays with your clit relentlessly, you feel your body betraying you as you jerk your hips forward in search for more freaction, which only makes him laugh harder and you cry harder.

It goes on for hours, him just touching you like this as if your clit and slit were the funnest toys around. Your mind is completely fuzzy at this point, and you can just react at his incessant touches.

He has his dick out by now, but he's just using the tip to continue to molest you, never even trying to enter you.

He then mounts on you, and you think he'll finally fuck you and maybe this will be over soon. But no, he instead takes the gag off of you and sticks his tongue inside your mouth as his dick rubs on your cunt. You’re becoming breathless and desperate, which makes him laugh again as he shoves his tongue deeper inside your mouth and pinches your nipples.

After a long while like this, he finally stops and you manage to slur out:

"Why don't you get it over with and fuck me already?"

He chuckles and forcible kisses you again, making you almost choke on his tongue.

"Oh, baby, your parents won't be back until monday, we got plenty of time."

Your face scrunches up and you start crying again while he smirks and goes back to gently stroking your cunt.

You don't know how many more hours go by, the gag back in its rightful place in your mouth. You barely feel his touches anymore, with the amount of wetness surrounding your holes.

He takes this as his cue to grab one of your toys, a small vibrator. The moment it touches you, your back arches and you let an obscene moan escape your throat, and you try to hide your face from the embarrassment, but he won't let you.

"I won't stop until you beg me to make you cum, by the way. And if you haven’t done it by the end of the weekend, I assure you you'll regret it."

So this is how you end up being teased and edged for 34 hours straight. You lost count of how many times you passed out, and your mind is so fuzzy you almost forget where and who you are.

The man has used almost your entire collection of toys by now, and not once did he lose his focus and fucked you. Well, not your cunt anyway, because your face became his fleshlight, as you were unable to close your jaw and every time you tried to use your tongue to push him out he'd just groan "yes, baby, that’s so good, keep making out with my dick"

When you finally broke with a pathetic whimper of "please... please make me cum" he didn't turn feral or agressive like you imagined. No, he slowly entered you and it took him another hour and a half to actually get you off, tears running down your face again.

Then, he shoved his tongue down your throat for the twentieth time before grinning like a wolf.

"Well, we still have well over 12 hours to go. Shall we see how many times I can force you to cum?"

At this, you began sobbing again, and his mocking chuckles filled the room.

"I guess we better ger started if we wanna break my record, right?"

You'll forever wonder if you should've held on for longer, but that's no longer a choice as he rams his dick inside you over and over, a magic wand firmly pressed against your clit as you cum over and over, drifting in and out of consciousness.

[luverine]

Caged Animal Part 4

Yandere (M) Hybrid x (F) Reader

1.0k words Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

TW: murder, violence, bad writing, weapons, blood

MDNI AS ALWAYS

I’m going to get him out of here. Along with the others if I can.

Anger turned you red. You storm your way to the kitchen to prepare Zaki’s dinner. All the meat in the fridge smells rancid.

You dig around looking for something that looks relatively okay.

“Aha!” You pat yourself on the back. You found a small T-bone steak that was slightly discolored.

As you set up the tray with the meat, some vitamin pills, and water a blaring alarm turns on.

You look around nervously as the noise is slowly giving you a woozy headache.

The doors locked tight when the alarms went off. “Is this a security breach?” you wondered.

Deep in your gut you knew something was off in the two years of working here that has never happened.

Clumsily you wobbled your way toward the counter drawer where the cutlery was. Shuffling in the drawers you found a little paring knife.

You sigh and mutter “it’ll do.” Your balance is off the alarm is vibrating your head. You groan walking toward the door.

“Ah!” Fear is cold running down your back.

BANG! BANG! The door is getting battered and indents are appearing. You hear screaming or is it yelling?

“…!” it’s too dense to hear what they’re saying.

The door continues to be beat on and the fear is keeping you frozen. You’re more unmoving than a mannequin.

Standing beside the door holding dear life onto the tiny little knife waiting for what’s to come.

“I…!” “It…!” “..e.!”

The muffled voice is getting louder and more frantic. You are fighting the urge to ugly cry as you think these are your final moments.

“It’s… me!”

“Zaki?” You shout unsure.

He yells back your name and the banging on the door is even more frantic until finally the door hits the floor taking him with it.

“Zaki, what are you doing?” You drop the knife and help get him off the floor giving him a questioning look.

“The men are going to hurt you!” He pulls you out of the room and skittishly runs down the hallway holding onto your arm.

“We need to go. I need you. I don’t want you to die.” He rambles on apprehensively.

His breathing is heavy, eyes are watery, and his heart is set on getting you and him out of here.

You hear something and immediately grab onto his shoulders and push him into the nook in the hallway.

A man walks by who looks a lot like Doctor Granz. As he passes you let out a sigh in relief. The doctor stops, turns his heel and looks right at you.

All blood leaves your body. You feel sick, you're so nervou bile rises to your throat. Zaki grabs you and runs toward the elevator at the other end of the hallway between you and the doctor.

He’s yelling chasing you both, obviously he isn’t happy about seeing his precious wolf hybrid trying to escape.

Two men with guns are in the elevator. There’s shouting and gun shots until it goes quiet.

You don’t know what happened, you stiffen the moment you see a gun aimed at you. You turn and look at Zaki who’s covered in blood, panting loudly.

You run your hands all over his body checking for a wound. Choked up you notice his shoulder had been shot. You rip a piece of your uniform shirt off and wrap it tightly around his shoulder.

The air in your lungs feels too heavy and you're panicking.

He’s looking at you as the elevator goes down with nothing but deep affection. It's clear.

The door dings and slides open. Boss man and five others with guns are in the way to escaping.

Zaki is looking tired and you aren’t strong. “Fuck!” You say. Shrinking close to Zaki.

You give Zaki a quick tender look and rub his hand. We are so fucking dead, you thought.

Walking face to face with boss man. “It doesn't have to be this way girl, you and wolfman are in a lot of trouble now. Causing me so much grief.” He tsk-tsked “get rid of ‘em” he tells the gun men, flicking his hand and walking away.

A stream of tears pour out of your eyes. “Why did it have to be this way?” You wondered. “I fucking hate this job!” You scream out infuriated.

Your fist shakes. Sweat runs down your face. You give Zaki a scowled look. He wipes the tears from your eyes and sinisterly grins at the gun men.

As they were aiming to fire off you jumped on one of the men and punched him square in the face relentlessly till your fists were red.

Zaki worked on the other men painting himself a deep crimson, barring his sharp canine teeth.

“I’m…so…hungry” he howls biting into a man’s jugular. Grunting and growling as he does when you feed him.

The men that were once standing with their guns aimed at your heads were mush, Zaki must have been starved.

You both run to the side door, an exit. You tap your card on the reader hoping it will work. Instead of the annoying beep to enter you hear a ding.

They revoked your access. You want to curl up on the floor and cry.

Zaki begins hitting the door like an animal stuck in a trap. You can see a crazed shine in his eyes.

You step back and go inside the break room to the right of the door. There’s a fire extinguisher. “It’s not much but it could work.” You shrugged.

Handing the extinguisher to Zaki he ballistically smashed it into the door making a loud bang. The door breaks open.

Zaki's heaving, adrenaline is still running through his veins.

As you begin to run out the door heading outside Zaki grabs you. You turn your head giving him a look. He is holding your middle tightly.

He jolts, taking a left going straight to the woods. “Zaki let go!” You frustratedly yell at him.

“No you’ll leave me, you’re not going to leave me.” His grip gets tighter as he speeds up going deeper in the woods.

Blood drains from your face. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go… “what the hell” you grumble disgruntledly.

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A/N: This got kind of juicy. (lol) Anyways this is the end of the story for people who don’t like smut because that’s what part 5 is going to be. Major Yandere vibes this part and in the next. Cya ;)

P.S. if you’re wonder what Zaki may look like think of Kristopher Hyatt. Literally serving face!

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick can tell that the alpha is angry from the moment he spots him. To be fair, no father would be calm right now, but angry seems like an insufficient word for Slade's current mood.

When the alpha growls, the entire clearing bows their heads.

The men chasing Dick and Rose are already dead, ripped apart by a furious wolf pack, and Dick is numb, wondering if he's next.

He was supposed to keep Rose safe. He was supposed to teach her and protect her. And he failed.

Rose is slumped unconscious in Dick's arms. She isn't seriously hurt, just bruises and scrapes and magical exhaustion, but Dick can practically feel the murder exuding off of Slade as he stalks closer.

"She's okay," Dick tries to reassure, voice hoarse.  "Just tired."

Slade's gaze snaps to him, and Dick abruptly regrets getting the alpha's attention.

The sound Slade makes is a cross between a snarl and a roar, and it's enough to start the trembling. Slade closes the distance, lips pulled back, teeth gleaming, and Dick stays on his knees, frozen to the spot. The sound of his heartbeat is the loudest thing in the clearing.

Dick's whole face is prickling. "I'm sorry," he forces out, because he failed, and then he shuts his eyes. He can't watch his death.

The bite is sudden and deep and agonizing as sharp teeth sink into the junction of neck and shoulder.

Dick cries out, or thinks he cries out, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the way he's getting dizzy. His arms are losing strength and he makes a muffled sound when he feels Rose slipping, but hands skim across his, picking her up easily.

His eyes are open again, but that doesn't make a difference, not when the world is growing ever more blurry between each gasping breath.

Slade disengages, and this time, Dick screams.

It feels like a thousand fire ants chewing on his collarbone, like someone carved him up with a superheated blade, and if this is how bad it hurts, Dick doesn't want to know how bad it looks. The world tilts around him the moment Slade lets go, and Dick finds himself sprawled in the dirt, sobbing so loud he can't hear anything else.

Something wet and cold touches his face, wandering across his skin. Please, Dick tries to say, please make it quick. If the alpha decides to play with his food, well.

The darkness is approaching swiftly, Dick's own injuries catching up with him, and Dick swears he can feel the rough, sandpaper edge of a tongue before it washes over him.

~#~

Dick wakes up feeling warm, which is pleasing enough to almost ignore the other throbbing aches that demand attention.  His shoulder is pulsating with soft waves of pain and he very carefully turns his head to avoid aggravating the injury.

He remembers—the fight, Rose passing out in his arms, his own magic drained, the wolves appearing, Slade.

The bite.

Dick swallows.  Slade was snappish the entire time Dick was teaching Rose how to use her magic, he doubts that this episode endeared him to the alpha.  The only niggling problem is that Dick feels far too cozy right now.

He cracks open an eye.  Fur.  Dim light.  Silver hair.  He blinks, looking down in surprise at the curled-up wolf pup sprawled across his chest, breaths softly whistling through the air.

He honestly thought he'd never see Rose again.

There's another pup tucked under his left arm, light-colored and drooling on his shirt, and a bigger, dark-furred adolescent wolf with his back to Dick, and on Dick's other side is—

A cold, ice-blue eye meets his gaze.  The alpha doesn't look any less angry, any less murderous in human form.  Dick is stuck to the spot, trapped by more than a sleeping wolf pup and heavy furs, as the alpha leans over him.

"Sleep," Slade says, in a voice that makes it sound remarkably like a threat.

Dick shuts his eyes, and sleep follows quickly.

[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet (part 4)

Wednesday Addams x reader

Warning: wolfing out, blood, violence, assault, description of gore (not too much) and other stuff!

Everything hurts

That’s all you can focus on, how each crack of your bones sends an explosion of pain throughout your body.

Your nails grow, curve, dig into the wooden floor you have fallen onto. You feel taller, stronger as your back arches and tears through your shirt.

When you finally look up, look past the pain blinding you, the boys meet your gaze. A grin grows across your face as your wolf features take over, they scream as you howl, throwing your head and paws into the air as everyone around you flees the building. All except them

And they are all you can see

You large paws hit the floor again, mane flowing along your back almost glowing scarlet with your fury.

Enid screams your name, begs you to stop but Wednesday stands there, almost in shock at the fact that your trigger………..was her

You pounce, forcing one of the boys into the ground, claws tearing at his clothes and digging into his flesh. Blood flowed over your paws, his screams were drowned out by the need for revenge. You grab the boys arm in you jaw, canines biting deep into his flesh. You waits until you heard his bones break in a satisfying snap before you threw his arm back down.

Your head snaps to the other boys as they begin to run to the exit, a growl breaks through your body. You slowly get up from the limp boy, ignoring his quiet whimper as you stalked the other two Normies.

They reach the door, desperately ripping it open and scrabbling over each other to escape. Until one grabs the back of the others hoodie, throwing him to the floor, right at your paws. He screams as you look down, lurching forward to bite off his face

Until you bite into something else, immediately you lurch away, suddenly aware of the scent of your crush. You give the girl a whimper as you look at her face and slowly loom down at her arm, which she had placed above the boy. Your pointy ears lay onto the back of your head which you hang in shame, your tail disappears between your legs.

“Y/n, come along, we do not need to damage anyone else.”

You snarl at her, placing your paw firmly onto the boys chest, claws digging into his shirt, lightly pressed into his skin

“I know what they said, but I can punish them another day. I want you to get away from here before the Sheriff forces himself into this.”

You Bark and glare at the boy, forcing your paw further into the human, making him scream as your claws dug into his ribs, you gave the boy a wolfish grin as you slowly brought your paw downward, making a long, deep wound across his skin. Wednesday stares at you, refusing to react to the boys suffering cries.

“Y/n”

Your name causes your ear to flick, acknowledging the Raven hair in front of you. Yet, you didn’t stop the agonising revenge you were inflicting……UNTIL……

You felt a hand on the side of your head

When your head snapped upwards, your eyes were met the commanding glare of your crush. Wednesday’s dark eyes seemed cold, yet hid the tiny gentleness you had never received from her before. Her hand moved slightly, only slightly, but it was enough to make you tilt your great, wolf head into her palm. Your fur covering her fingers with a warmth Wednesday would never want to cease feeling.

A purr rippled up your throat as Wednesday gave you a gentle, silent tug, making you follow her. You carefully removed your claws from the crying boy beneath you, falling into a careful pace beside her, paws dripping blood across the cafe. You heard Enid follow, sending useless apologies to the two boys as she hurried behind you.

Wednesday guided you out the door, hand trailing up and down the side of your head. Enid would of taken a video of your wagging tail if she wasn’t (slightly) shaken by the event.

People froze, their mouthes agape, eyes filled with fear as you were taken away from the scene, heading towards the woods. They scuffles about, screamed the boys names, called for the police, insult your kind. But you couldn’t care, you were with Wednesday.

“Alright Y/n,”

She spoke at the edge of the woods, her voice completely calm and neutral, even after what she had witnessed. Though, to be fair, she had seen and experiences worse!

“Go, we will see you back at school.”

You whined, tail tucking between your legs. It made Wednesday’s cold body flutter ever so slightly, though nobody would ever know that.

“Y/n”

She said sternly, throwing you one of her iconic icy glares.

“I have to clean up this mess you made, I cannot come with you.”

You growled lowly, you lurched forward at her, grabbing her hand as gently as you could in your jaws. Refusing to let go.

“Y/n-“

“Go Wednesday.”

Enid grinned, finally holding her phone to record The adorable event. Knowing full well Wednesday will punish her later. You tugged gently on the Raven hairs hand, not wanting to pierce her pale skin with your canines.

Wednesday hesitated a moment, glared at Enid, before being guided by you into the woods.

Your tail wagging the entire time

[softmangoes]

cabin fever | eden x defiant!pc

18+ only

summary: you finally slip free from your leash. eden finds you not long after.

includes: defiant!fem pc, captive to lovers, violence, animal death, pov switches, blood, first-aid, a very touch-starved eden

author's note: this is my very first DOL fic and of course it had to include my favorite forest husband. this was so fun to write, so please let me know what you think! 🧡

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the large man pushes you back into the cabin before he falls to the floor with a dull thud. his hunting jacket is dark with blood flowing from an angry gash in his shoulder. you watch him, your knees stinging from scraping against the wooden planks, but he does not get back up.

behind the strands of his dirt-caked hair, you see one of his eyes trained on you.

"is this what you wanted?" he says, voice strained. "to run away?"

a part of you still wants to. with him in this vulnerable state, you're pretty sure you can.

ever since he had first dragged you into the cabin, you had spent hours weakening the leash with a flint arrowhead you managed to find near your post. finally, after days of being fucked against your will, you managed to slip free out of the cabin and into the woods.

it had not taken him long to notice you were gone. in your desperation, you did not think things through. he was a hunter, after all. of course he would find you.

and when he did, he had yanked you from the forest floor, kicking and screaming, gripping you so tightly that your shirt had ripped and your skin became bruised with his fingertips.

and now he's here in front of you, half conscious. you look at him, panting softly and bleeding out onto the floor. despite the pain he must be in, he's still staring at you.

"get away from her," he had growled to the onslaught of snapping teeth. "she's mine."

you had watched the wolf lunge onto him, sinking its teeth into his skin. in the scuffle, he had lost his grip on his rifle. you picked it up, the metal cold in your hands, before training its sight at the writhing struggle between beast and man.

in that moment, you could have ended it all. but before you could pull the trigger, you heard a sudden snap of bone. the great wolf went limp, its last breath a pained whine. with a huff, eden pushed its body off of him and took you by the collar.

"you had your chance," he said, voice hollow. "but i won't die that easily."

right now, you could get up. he could watch you leave. in his current state, it would be impossible for him to follow you.

a part of you wants to hate him, but there's something in the way he looks at you - like he's afraid, ashamed even - that makes you get on your knees and crawl to him.

"what...?" he manages.

"don't make me regret this," you say before tearing off a piece of your shirt and pressing it to the wound.

he does not cry out. blood, warm and red, wets your fingers but you do not stop. you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and for a second, you think he's going to snap it just like he did with the wolf's neck, but he just keeps it there. his palm is rough with calluses, his knuckles silvery with scars. you keep the pressure steady all while he watches you silently.

once the bleeding has stopped, you wipe your hands on your shorts and go to the kitchen to retrieve a jar of poultice and a jug of water. on the first night you spent in the cabin, you remember that he had applied some of it to cuts you sustained during your time in the forest. they had healed quickly after that.

gingerly, you unbutton his shirt to expose the wound. seeing him bare isn't anything new to you, but this was different.

"an hour ago, you wanted to kill me," he says. it's a statement, but also a question. you don't give him an answer.

his chest is sticky with drying blood, but you manage to peel away most of his shirt from the gash. he winces as you do this, grunting softly under his breath.

at the orphanage, you would bandage the little ones whenever they came crying to you with cuts and bruises. one time, robin had slipped into your room, tears in his eyes, as he held up an arm marred by a deep cut from biking too fast down a hill.

all of them had hissed in pain from your ministrations while trying to heal their affliction, but not eden. he was silent, giving you nothing else more than breathy huffs.

you wash the wound with water, watching as dirt and debris flow away. once it's clean, you apply the poultice, tearing off another strip of your shirt to wrap it around the torn flesh.

there is no fear you sense from him, no anxiety at this angry wound - only a weary resignation. it's an exhaustion that you can't help but find familiar.

--

eden was not afraid of death, but he had a hard time trying to figure out why he was still alive.

hours later, as the dawn light filtered through the window, he felt rather than saw your attempt at giving him first-aid.

it was shoddy work, but satisfactory: the result of the exhausted desperation he saw in your eyes as you worked to patch him up for reasons he could not understand.

but why?

at this point, the pain had significantly lessened due to the poultice and he could finally gather his thoughts. eden expected that your kindness would end at the last knot tied for his dressing. if there had been any moment you could have chosen to fled, last night would have been perfect.

instead, he was surprised to see your sleeping form curled up in front of the fireplace. something like relief made him relax at the sight of you, dirty but uninjured. but there. still there.

--

"you didn't leave," he says, his eyes still closed.

you blow into the wooden cup, sending curls of steam into the air. it's a simple broth you made with mushrooms from the barrel, herbs from the garden, and leftover rabbit bones and gristle leftover from a previous meal - nothing special, but nourishing enough.

"open your mouth," you instruct, bringing a spoonful of the hot soup to his lips.

earlier, you had somehow managed to prop him up with some cushions without disturbing himself and his injury. it had been a challenge - the man was so huge - but whatever was in the poultice must have kept him asleep.

he opens his mouth and lets you feed him, groaning in satisfaction as he swallows. a lock of his hair falls over his face, so you push it away and let your hand rest on his jaw to ready him for another serving. the pad of your thumb presses against a slash of soft scar tissue.

"are you okay?" you ask when his breath hitches.

eden's eyes open. they bore into you, wary. you can feel them shift from your face to your bare skin. the events of last night had ruined your shirt, so you were only in a pair of shorts and a sports bra.

"i'm fine." he licks his lips. his gaze falls on the old scar sliced across your neck, a memento from bailey. it's something the hunter would stare at often whenever he would take you. "just give me more."

hours later, you're still not sure why you're keeping him alive. perhaps you felt sorry for him, a man all alone in the wilderness. perhaps it was because if you left, there was hardly any life for you to go back to. at this point, you were definitely behind on your weekly payments, and bailey would not let that slide without making sure you would regret it.

you dip the wash cloth into the warm water, wringing it before gently wiping the hunter's face. blood and grime disappear to reveal scattered scars, a mole, and tawny skin made golden by hours in the sun.

in the weeks you had been held captive by this man, you had never seen his face this close. his features are strong - a sharp jaw, a nose that looks like it had been broken once, and cheeks framed by long locks of dark hair.

despite all the reasons he's given you not to think so, you find him beautiful.

you don't want to admit it, so you tell yourself that the heat that spreads across your face is not from seeing the strong, corded muscles of his bare chest, but the fatigue earned from another day of caring for him.

that was it. that was all.

--

when he comes to, eden sees an angel. her skin is sweet, warm. her touch is gentle, a perfect palm pressed against his forehead. she is beautiful, ethereal. a blessing.

she is everything he has never deserved.

when she opens her mouth, soft lips like fresh petals in the spring, she says, "eden, you're burning up."

the sound of his name is nothing short of salvation.

"fuck!" she says, voice drifting off into the distance. "fuck fuck fuck!"

something like glass presses against his mouth. he turns away.

"why aren't you swallowing it?" she curses. the next thing he sees is her tipping a small amber bottle to her face.

then: warmth. soft petals press against his lips and he gasps at the closeness, at her scent encompassing all of his senses. a tongue probes at his teeth and he opens himself to receive her offering.

sweet liquid fills his mouth: valerian, oregano, echinacea, honey. the taste is similar to the antibiotic tincture he keeps in his pantry.

he takes his good arm and steadies her against his body, pulling her deeper into the kiss. she makes a sound like she's surprised and he feels her hands cup his jaw. he does not deserve any of it, but he wants more. he wants all of her.

"eden," she breathes, pulling away. the angel wipes her wet mouth with the back of her hand, scarlet coloring her cheeks. she rolls off of him.

the absence of her warmth is agony, but before he can call for her, sleep takes him once again.

--

the next morning, you're on top of eden with the flint arrowhead pressed against his neck.

you do not think about the kiss. you do not think about the way he held you as you forced the medicine into his mouth.

in fact, you could end this. right now, you could take the cabin for yourself. there are enough provisions to last you until you find a way to figure out how to live here. all you have to do is -

"do it," he says, eyes clear and watching you. they look like storm clouds. like morning fog. like the water of the crystal lake where he found you.

you pause, hesitant.

for the first time since he brought you here, his eyes soften.

"someone did that to you, didn't they?" he asks, voice thick with fatigue. "they hurt you."

somehow, you know he's talking about the scar on your neck. you remember bailey pinning you to the wall, his pocketknife carving your skin after you bit him for daring to lay his hands on robin.

"i know what that's like," he says, averting his gaze. there's a note of shame in his voice. "to feel helpless."

you see the silvery scar along his jaw.

and then you break. because in the end, you are both just two animals with the same wounds.

you toss the arrowhead away and it clatters on the wooden floor. then you replace your hands at his neck with your mouth against his.

there's a moment of hesitation before he kisses you back, hungry and desperate.

"more," he growls, and you obey by pulling your bra off over your head.

you lean over him and he takes your breast into his mouth, lapping slowly at the soft bud of your nipple with his warm tongue. you mewl, tightening your thighs around his torso.

when he sinks his teeth into your skin, you gasp, taking his hair into your fist. it's going to bruise, but you don't mind.

"more," he says again, licking between your breasts. you feel his fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts and after a moment of shuffling, you oblige.

he grips your thighs as he lowers you down to his face, his breath hot against your wet slit.

moments after he brings his tongue to your clit, you come shaking and whimpering.

although he's fucked you more times than you can count, this is different.

before, he would never take your pleasure into account and would ram into you until he was satisfied. even then, it would not be enough for his appetite. he'd pull you to him for more, no matter how sore or hurt you were.

but now, he's licking small circles in this part of you that aches for his touch, pulling you deeper into him as you shudder. it's exhilarating. you can't get enough of it.

"eden," you breathe, your voice trembling from coming undone once again.

"mm?" he pulls away. his eyes are hazy with lust - storm clouds rolling through the sky, rumbling with thunder.

"i want you inside of me," you tell him, ready for the lightning.

gently, he guides you onto your back. the floor is still warm from his body, the cushions you placed a few days ago soft against the back of your head.

he sheds his shirt, careful not to undo the dressing. you help him unbutton his pants. there's a scar on his hip and you think about biting it.

"are you sure you'll be okay?" you ask, worried that the wound would reopen. "i don't want you to get hurt."

"i'll be fine," he says, trailing kisses along your neck. "as long as you're here to take care of me."

there's a gentleness to his voice, an implied question. you're tempted to say yes, but you're not yet quite sure.

eden presses into you, his length brushing against your clit. you grip his arms, his muscles tight under your fingers, as you moan.

"let me hear them," he breathes. his voice is soft, tender - this is not the roughness of the man who became your captor. "you were always so quiet before."

eden groans, thrusting himself into you with one long slide. his dark hair cascades over you as he lowers his body to meet yours.

"take me," you say, biting your lip at the sheer pleasure curling hot within your core. you buck your hips towards him, meeting him at the hilt. "all of me."

it's his turn to gasp. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his face to yours as he rocks his hips into you.

you kiss the scar on his jaw, tangle your fingers in his hair. the scent of him is earthy, like the forest. you wouldn't mind getting lost in him.

eden huffs, pleasure building within the both of you. you're holding him like that when you begin to come, his name whispered between your lips.

it's not long after that he climaxes, too, burrowing his face into your neck once the shaking stops.

there are a few moments of silence. you hear nothing else but the wind howling outside.

"don't run," he says. so quiet, just barely louder than the crackling of the fireplace.

your bodies are warm and sweat-slicked, glistening with the glow of your embrace.

"i'll protect you." his lips trace the scar on your neck. "i'll provide for you." his mouth brushes yours. "all you have to do is stay." when he lifts his face, you see his eyes shining in the firelight. he's desperate, and you get the sense that he will not ask again.

you think of the life you had before you were taken - the beatings, the stealing, the lying you had to do in order to survive. was it really worth going back to? could you hope to build a new future, one warm with firelight?

your hand finds his. his fingers are strong, callused, but they're gentle. they could be yours, if you want it.

to your surprise, a blush colors your hunter's cheeks. in this moment of tenderness, you find your answer.

"i'll stay," you tell him, like it's a promise. like it's a vow.

[driflew]

Do you so happen to have any big dog au scraps lying around that you could spare for us fan?

since i got three asks for big dog. i suppose i can unleash actual plot. here is the other half of this piece

The last day of Martyn’s life is beautiful, not that Martyn gets to see it. 

There’s a bag tied over Martyn’s head, coarse rope keeping it tied in place around Martyn’s neck. It’s a bit tight, but Martyn knows better than to complain—By the end of the evening, he will have known worse. 

Martyn can’t see where he’s walking, but it doesn’t mean he’s going to make this easy. He struggles like hell, even though it does nothing. Maybe he looks like a coward. Maybe he looks undignified. What does it matter to him? He’ll be a graceless chicken if it gives him an extra thirty seconds. 

So Martyn rips his arm away from the guard shuffling him toward the end of his thread. He stumbles more than once, overbalancing, only to be yanked back by whatever part of him his escort can reach. Nails dig into his arm, a fist bunches into the back of his shirt—once, Martyn slams his heel into his guard’s shin and the man grabs him by the rope at his throat, pulling it tighter. Martyn gasps, and the man laughs in his ear. 

“Try that again and they won’t need the gallows,” he snarls. 

(Martyn considers it, just to see what would happen, but decides his luck is already out.)

He’d run, if he could only see where he’d be going. Probably the point of the bag, he thinks. 

Assholes. 

“Step up,” says the voice attached to the hand bruising his wrist, and then Martyn’s shin smacks into a wooden stair. Ice splinters through his body from the point of contact, and for a moment Martyn forgets entirely how to fight. He’s shoved, tripping up the short flight of stairs, and across a creaking wooden platform. 

He’s pulled to a stop, and then there are hands at the back of his neck. The ripe tightens, then falls away. The man grabs the top of his head, and the bag comes away. 

Martyn stares directly into the loop of a noose. 

“Hello!” says a voice like grains of sugar flicked into his eye. It’s Scar, standing at some stupid podium, addressing a chattering crowd, “Welcome, welcome!”

Martyn glares daggers into the back of Scar’s head, though the man doesn’t bother to turn back and look. 

“Finally, after weeks on the run, our brave guard has caught a terrible traitor to our crown,” Scar says, “After a quick trial, the rapscallion has been brought to justice, and now we will ensure that justice he faces!”

Martyn isn’t sure what response he expects. Whatever it is he thinks the reaction will be, it isn’t what he gets. 

Someone in the back of the crowd screams, inarticulate and terrified. 

Martyn’s head snaps up as Scar’s speech screeches to a stop, silenced by the sudden scramble, citizens and sightseers shouting in panic as they shove their way out of the square. 

“What is that?!” 

The would-be audience scatters, running away from the back of the plaza.

“Someone get the guard!” 

Martyn’s eyes scan over the fleeing strangers, but he doesn’t see anything familiar.

“How did it get in here?!” 

Martyn’s guard drops him, scrambling away. 

“That’s too large to be normal!” 

The crowded square parts as though split with an axe, opening a path straight through the center. 

“How are we supposed to catch it?!”

There is something standing in the entrance to the square. 

“Wolf!”

Martyn’s eyes land on familiar brown fur.  Even from across the yard, Martyn would recognize those eyes. 

The wolf bounds across the square, clawed feet scrambling against tile. Martyn stumbles one step forward, a cry of relief on his tongue, but he isn’t able to get the words out. 

The wolf leaps, launching off the ground a few feet in front of the platform. The cheap wood groans loudly under the force of the landing, but that doesn’t stop the wolf from stalking up to Martyn’s side. 

Martyn wants to sob. He wants to get on his knees and apologize, to reassure the man in front of him he’ll never be so stupid again. He wants to take his head in his hands and scratch his ears until his fingers cramp. He wants to bury his face in the fur until he falls asleep to the steady feeling of breathing. 

Martyn meets the eyes of the snarling wolf, and all at once, he understands. 

Martyn screams.

The wolf pounces, teeth Martyn has seen drenched in blood closing around his shoulder, scraping past his throat. 

Martyn screams again, louder, as hot breath warms his neck. He struggles, turning onto his side, shoving against the ties binding his wrists. A large paw narrowly misses crushing his wrists, claws tearing the binding. 

Martyn uses the newfound freedom to grab at the thick fur around the neck of the wolf. His knuckles are white in the knots there, holding on for dear life as the wolf drags him across the plaza. 

For all Martyn’s screaming, no one comes to his aid. The lord cowers, the citizens flee, and the guard scrambles to keep from being crushed in the escape. 

No one dares to come close, which is good, for anyone who did would see the wolf’s wicked smile as he dragged off the doomed man. 

As soon as the two of them are out of the plaza, Ren drops Martyn in an alley. Martyn sits up, but only barely—doesn’t have the chance to get much higher than his elbows before he has a few dozen pounds of dog in his lap, tail whacking loudly into the brick wall next to them. 

“Martyn! Are you alright? Are you hurt? How is your shoulder?”

“I’m fine, it’s fine,” Martyn says. He loosens his hold on Ren’s neck, patting the patches of fur he’d been tugging. “What about you?”

Ren buries his face in Martyn’s neck, his wet nose freezing against Martyn’s collarbone. 

“Oh, god, Martyn, I missed you so much. I was so worried I wouldn’t make it in time,” Ren says, laying half his weight on top of Martyn. He presses their chests together, pushing his nose up into Ren's neck. “I saw you up there and I was so scared, I thought—“

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m annoyingly tenacious, you know. I wouldn’t be gone that easily,” Martyn soothes, though he now sounds a bit strained, his lung capacity slightly limited. “How did you get here? I thought you couldn’t leave the grounds?”

“It’s a long story,” Ren admits, “One I should have told you. Martyn, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Martyn says, scratching Ren behind the ear, “You have plenty of time to tell me once we get back, right?”

“Right,” Ren says. He stands, freeing his pinned companion, though not without pushing his nose into Martyn’s hair, “Let’s go home, Martyn.”

[celabi]

this a a fact.

scummy scara has no fashion taste other than hoodies and what ever clean pants he can find on his floor. Read: a hoodie he hasn’t washed in six months and a pair of pants that don’t he hasn’t busted a nut in.

he just doesn’t wash clothes. so he just uses foul axe body spray to hide his scummy scent.

like after you start to show interest he washes his clothes now and stopped using axe after he heard you talking shit ab it. now he uses one that by the grace of the gods you love.

you have to dress that motherfucker he couldn’t put together a good outfit if eating you out for as long as he wanted was on the line.

you pick out what he wears bc he asked you to bc “he wants to look nicer” truthfully he just wanted to see what you found attractive. and to get you in his room, in his closet where you might find that little black box with your dirty panties in it.

write a drabble maybe 👉👈

also when i talk ab scummy scara i mean snake bite having wolf cut rocking looks clean on the outside but does the filthiest shit on the inside. fucking cooking for you with his cum. cumming on your toothbrush.

but thats for a different time. any way this is the style i picture him in. he only wears platforms bc he has this need for height.

Jsnsnsnsn omg pls just scara sitting on the foot of his bed while you rummage through his closet, trying to pick out an outfit for him to wear for your date, knowing that if you didn’t, he would show up to the fancy restaurant in a baggy hoodie, sweats, and a pair of flip flops. His knee bounces faster as you get deeper into the closet. There’s clothes thrown messily onto his bedroom floor, all of his shoes (there’s two pairs) are lost somewhere in between the mix as well, and you keep finding some ‘random junk’ just carelessly shoved behind everything, like loose fake nails who you’re sure aren’t his because he shows up to class with badly painted, short black nails, there’s hair ties that have no purpose to him because his hair is too short, and occasionally you’d pull out some loose Pokémon cards.

“Scara… you’re not really giving me anything to work with here.” You mumble, lifting up a band t shirt that has holes ripped on all sides. He slightly leans to the side and views over your shoulder, he gulps. “Uh, yeah sorry, I don’t do much clothes shopping…” ‘she’s getting closer.’ He can feel his heart racing in his chest as you kneel forward and reach for anything else that might be hiding at the back, and he gulps when you quietly murmur a small ‘what’s this?’ as your hand grabs onto something. Oh this is it, you’re gonna see them, he thought he had hid them well, but you’re not even searching for them and you’ve managed to find them already. Oh god, will you scream at him for stealing them? You’re gonna leave him aren’t you. His eyes start to sting, and his hand reaches down to scratch at his leg in fear. This is it, it’s all over, everything he worked so hard for is abo—

“Oh, this shirt looks okay. Here, show me what it looks like on.” You stand up, pat the dust off your knees and hand him a surprisingly clean shirt that you had pulled out from the closet. He blinks, and slowly reaches out to grab it from you. So you didn’t see—? He so thought that his life was over, but maybe you had missed the small box hidden away in the corner, and he’s glad you did. “Yeah o-okay.” His cheeks redden when you watch him pull off the shirt he was already wearing and replace it with the one you gave him, before he tugs at hem and nervously shuffles his feet. “Uh.. so, do you think I look… good?”

“Yeah, you look cute. Come on, let’s go.” You reach for his hand and pull him along, which he makes no complaints about, a wonky smile on his lips while his eyes follow your move, before switching off his bedroom light and walking to the door. Maybe he was so distracted by your complaint that he failed to notice the very box he was dreading you to find opened, with a little pair off panties peeking out from inside. 😱 spoiler u found them whatttt

scara with band tee shirts and chains mwah I love

Anyways he’s so cute I’ll put him in some pink panties and eat him out thanks 🥺

[anonymousewrites]

Of Two Worlds (Book 3) Chapter Two

Fushiguro Megumi x Half-Curse! Reader

Chapter Two: Rose

Summary: Megumi fights a strange curse and lets go of his secrets.

            Megumi tried to keep a hold on (Y/N)’s hand as the Culling Game pulled them apart. He didn’t want to lose her and not be with her. He had to protect her, had to keep her from getting harmed. But the power of the Culling Game was too strong, and Megumi was wrenched from (Y/N).

            He was sent falling onto the roof of an office building. He landed and crashed down into the staircase of the building. He grunted as he rolled to a stop down the first flight of stairs. Megumi groaned and pulled himself to his feet, rolling his shoulder where it had hit the wall.

            He looked around himself, deciding how to continue. Megumi’s eyes narrowed as he saw plants twined around the stairs. Peering over the railing, he could see that the vines grew thicker farther down. Roses bloomed from the vines, and thorns stuck up jaggedly.

            Megumi made the smart decision and turned around to go back out to the roof. He could summon Nue and fly down to the street below to find (Y/N). And Higurama and Itadori, of course.

            As he took a step towards the open doorway, the vines moved. Megumi jerked back to avoid the thorns as the rose vines rushed forward. They closed over the doorway, locking Megumi in. He could tell by looking at them that simple attacks wouldn’t break them. Megumi was being forced to walk down the stairs.

            He narrowed his eyes. It was a trap, but he had nowhere else to go. So, Megumi walked down the stairs. Conveniently (too conveniently, of course), there was a path clear of thorns and roses for him to walk down.

            Megumi only had to glance into one room on the way down to know that he had to be on edge. Bodies of people encased in thorns and roses lay in different offices. Some were in the act of trying to escape, and others were lying on the ground and accepting their fate. Megumi was determined to avoid their fate, and he kept himself ready for an attacker to appear.

            He arrived at the foyer of the office where the rosebushes covered all of the desks and chairs and bodies. Up close, it was clear that the roses originated from inside the bodies. Some poured out of mouths opened in screams, others ripped open chests and broke ribs to escape into the air, and still others had holes where their hearts were and roses growing out of the empty space.

            Megumi moved his hands to summon his wolf shikigami, and the moment he moved, a sharp sound echoed through the room.

            Thwip!

            An arrow pierced Megumi through the back, and he stumbled. He reached to his chest, alarmed and expecting blood, but found nothing. He jerked back as the swords dissolved into a red light, swarming into his chest. Megumi gripped his shirt, widening his eyes as he felt something inside his chest curl around his heart and lungs.

            “A sorcerer! Well, this is a nice change.”

            Megumi tried to turn and face the speaker, but vines crept up over his legs and arms, holding him in place.

            The person, no, definitely curse, circled him. They had pale green skin with roses piled on their head like hair. Large gold eyes missing pupils or whites stared at Megumi, almost examining him. A white dress hung loosely around the curse. It faded to red as if they had walked through blood and let it stain the dress. A large golden bow rested in their hands, and pale green wings with sprouting roses beat behind their back. The oddest part was that there were cuts across their skin from previous fights, but as purple blood fell, it turned to rose petals.

            Megumi’s observations were sharply cut off as the strange arrow-turned-seed gripped his heart and lungs again, and he coughed sharply. “What is this?” he demanded sharply, glaring.

            “An opportunity for you to escape,” said the curse.

            “Escape?” Megumi narrowed his eyes. He didn’t believe for a moment this was anything less than a trap.

            “Yes, if you win my game,” said the curse, smiling.

            Megumi was either going to be killed in that moment or believe the curse was giving him a chance, so there was no harm in playing along. It kept immediate death at bay, after all.

            “What’s the game?” he said, speaking through the pressure in his chest.

            “Names are needed first,” said the curse. “I’m Pothos.”

            “Fushiguro,” said Megumi shortly, getting to the point. The moment his name left his lips, he felt the pressure in his chest lessen somewhat and let out a surprised breath.

            Pothos smiled at his reaction. “The game has begun,” they said brightly. “You see, now that those thorns are in you, they have a hold on your heart. Every time you lie, they get tighter, taking over more of you.” Megumi’s eyes widened. “But when you tell the truth, they loosen. If you answer all my questions truthfully, you’ll be free, and I won’t do you any harm. Simple enough.”

            “What’s the catch?” There had to be one since so many were dead.

            “The catch? None.” Pothos stepped back and put their hands on their hips. “But humans dislike telling the truth and don’t realize all they have to lose by lying.” They sighed. “And they do so hate questions of the heart.”

            Megumi’s eyes snapped up to Pothos’s face. Questions of the heart?

            Pothos smirked. “I can see it in you, too. You don’t want to bare your heart or be truthful about it. But it will just kill you.” They clicked their tongue. “You’d think you mortals would realize that lying isn’t worth your life when so pointless, but you just don’t stop.”

            “No one likes becoming vulnerable, especially not in front of a curse,” retorted Megumi.

            A sly smile appeared on Pothos’s face, and they leaned forward. “You have something you hold close to your heart, don’t you?”

            “No,” said Megumi, and he squeezed his eyes shut as the vines around his heart constricted.

            Pothos sighed. “That’s not a very good start, Fushiguro. Try again. Do you have something your heart doesn’t want to admit?”

            “…Yes,” said Megumi, and the vines loosened. He hated this. He felt put on display, and the curse had asked barely anything.

            “Good! You’re learning. Maybe you’ll be the first in this new era to make it out,” said Pothos. It was strange to hear the curse genuinely seem to be encouraging, but Megumi was too annoyed to care.

            “Just get on with it,” said Megumi.

            Pothos cocked their head. “Are you that impatient to put your heart on display?”

            Megumi froze. He knew exactly what direction Pothos was going to go with their questions. Not to secrets of jujutsu society or all his fears and worries. No. Pothos meant heart as in caring. Affection. Adoration. Love.

            “If you want to speed up the game, that’s fine with me,” said Pothos, shrugging. “I like my games interesting.”

            “Why do you care about this?” said Megumi sharply, trying to change the topic of conversation.

            “I’m the Curse of Love,” said Pothos. They clicked their tongue. “Humans cursed love, cursed their own hearts and desires so deeply that I formed. I simply want to…understand why they cursed the feeling they seem to chase so.”

            It was oddly deep and poetic. Pothos seemed legitimately confused at their own existence and wanted to understand why humans would hate what created them while also revering it. They wanted to see the human heart in a way that would explain how they formed in that paradox. They needed to understand what was hidden in humanity’s heart that caused them to desire love and hate it in the same moment.

            But Megumi was a human, and he knew why. He knew that the idea of love was as frightening as it was exciting. On the one hand, having love filled someone with joy and warmth, and when reciprocated, it made another person a safe place in the haunting world around them. On the other than, having love meant it could be lost. It couldn’t be controlled. Megumi knew how hard it had been to admit he liked (Y/N) in a more-than-a-friend way. It had terrified him. If she got hurt or died, a very, very real possibility in jujutsu society, Megumi would be lost. It would be like losing his own heart. So yes, like so many before him, he cursed his heart for being so weak and exposing him to such emotions. Yes, he felt the happiness and security of being beside (Y/N), but he felt the fear of losing her just as strongly. The paradox of love and fear lived within him like a storm.

            “People fear what they can’t control. Love is one of those things,” said Megumi softly. Part of his words were meant to get across to Pothos so they’d let him go. The other part was just pure honesty.

            “…” Pothos considered his words. “You may be right.” Megumi drew in a breath as the vines in his chest loosened ever-so-slightly at his heart’s honesty. “But not enough to get out.” Pothos leaned forward, their wide gold eyes reflecting his face back at him. “Are you ready to continue?”

            Megumi just glared. He didn’t like the idea of his heart being dissected for Pothos’s need for understanding. Unfortunately, he had no other way to escape. He nodded jerkily.

            “Alright, where were we?” Pothos plucked the string of their bow as they thought. “Oh, yes, you have something your heart doesn’t want to admit.” They grinned, and Megumi glared. “So, are you hiding a deep-seeded hatred you aren’t supposed to have?”

            “No,” said Megumi. His heart thumped as the vines stopped constricting as hard.

            “Huh, the truth. I thought you’d be the type,” said Pothos. They smirked. “But then that means you have a secret love, right?”

            Megumi didn’t want to answer. He couldn’t risk his own vulnerabilities being pulled out or her becoming a target just because he cared for her. He coughed as the vines sunk deeper into his chest.

            “I’d answer, if I were you,” said Pothos. “The more you think about the lie without speaking the truth, the worse it’ll get.”

            “…Yes,” he spat out with a cough, blood splattering the ground. He heaved a breath as the vines loosened again.

            “Good job, you’re getting there,” said Pothos.

            Megumi wasn’t sure if he’d prefer the curse to be actively trying to kill him or not. The encouragement while vines literally suffocated him was infuriating. But Pothos was a curse created out of humanity’s hatred for its own deepest desire, so maybe that was to be expected.

            “So, is this romantic love?” continued Pothos.

            “Yes.” His heart beat freer. No sense arguing against it. What else could be forbidden? What other love could Megumi want to keep secret?

            “Why do you keep it hidden?” asked Pothos.

            Megumi was silent. That was a complicated question, and he had barely voiced the truth to it to himself. But if he was going to escape and get back to her and his friends, he had to speak.

            “Jujutsu society is dangerous. Either one of us could die every day. If I said something and lost her, it would be like tearing out my own heart,” said Megumi softly, looking down at the ground. “I’d curse the whole world.” The vines loosened.

            “Foolish,” said Pothos, sighing. Megumi’s eyes snapped up to them, and they continued as if alone. “Humans always convince themselves their decisions are the best one. But what if they lost someone without saying anything to them? Wouldn’t their regrets eat at them? How strange, to know they will suffer either way and to still continue on.”

            Pothos shrugged. “How strange you humans are. I can never make you out.”

            “Stop monologuing and just get on with your game,” said Megumi bitingly. He was growing tired of Pothos and the vines in his heart.

            “If you want me to get the point, I will,” said Pothos. Their gaze darkened. “But don’t get upset when you asked for this.”

            Megumi furrowed his brow. “Asked for wh—”

            “Who do you love?”

            The question hung in the air, and Megumi’s eyes widened.

            “I-I don’t love—Gah!” The vines tightened their grip, and he coughed violently.

            “I told you lying was pointless,” sighed Pothos. “You’re in love.”

            “I care, I don’t lo—!” Megumi tried to suck in a breath desperately as the plants constricted around his lungs and heart.

            Pothos knelt before him as he gasped for air. “Who is it?”

            Megumi shook his head. No, no way. If he said how deep his feelings ran, if he admitted it aloud, it would ruin him. Yes, he knew he cared, but love? Love meant pain, heartache, loss, and everything that the jujutsu world promised.

            The plants tightened, thorns pricking at his heart painfully as he denied his heart. Megumi bit down on his tongue, holding his words back.

            “Who are they?” repeated Pothos.

            The pressure intensified, but Megumi squeezed his eyes shut. He knew it was plain stupidity keeping him from speaking. It would save his life, let him go free. But the looming significance of the word love kept him quiet, defensive.

            “Who do you love, Fushiguro?”

            Megumi’s lips parted, and he spoke. “(Y/N). I love (Y/N).”

            The truth was revealed, pulled from the deepest recesses of his heart. It hung in the air as the vines in his chest retreated, and Megumi coughed, spitting out a golden seed to the ground. He was free of Pothos’s technique. But he didn’t feel free at all. He had admitted it, and now the truth that he had kept so carefully locked away was branded on his heart and the forefront of his heart. He didn’t just care about (Y/N). He didn’t just have a crush on her.

            Megumi loved her. He loved her with his whole heart, every bit of humanity and heart that jujutsu society hadn’t driven out of him. Megumi loved (Y/N).

            Pothos leaned back. They didn’t release Megumi’s bindings, letting him take deep breaths to recover after the strange technique. “(Y/N)…I’ve heard that name…Where did I hear it?” Pothos furrowed their brow. They’d been inundated with information when they returned to life after a thousand years by Kenjaku’s deal, but they hadn’t really paid attention. “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N). There was something…” Their eyes widened, and they turned in a panic on Megumi. “You don’t mean the daughter of the night?!”

            Megumi blinked. He had never heard (Y/N) referred to as that. “What?”

            “The daughter of the curse of the night!” said Pothos, leaning forward intently.

            (Y/N)’s father is the curse of the night? Megumi didn’t know that, but it made sense since (Y/N)’s technique had to do with the moon, related to the night. “She is half-curse.”

            Pothos stepped back and fixed him with a strange look. “You said your name was Fushiguro.”

            “Yes?” Megumi was offput by how strange Pothos was reacting.

            “Not Zenin?” said Pothos.

            “I’m the Head of the Zenin Clan for some reason,” admitted Megumi. Pothos didn’t seem interested in attacking him anymore or playing games. This was something else entirely, and Megumi freely gave the information needed to find out more. Why would a curse be so confused and worried?

            “Oh, dear,” said Pothos. They began to pace and murmured to themself. “What will he think? What to do? Tell him and risk getting destroyed because I didn’t do something to stop it? Or would he want me to do anything? The bond might already be there…And then he’d kill me for causing pain… No. Best to not say anything and keep to this game. He’s not merciful. I don’t want to be cursed with his power.”

They waved a hand, and the plants holding Megumi in place retreated. He stood and gazed at Pothos suspiciously, waiting for an attack.

            Instead, Pothos fixed him with a strange look. “We never encountered each other, you understand?”

            “…What?” Pothos was clearly a strange curse, and this entire game had been a weird situation, but that was most unexpected thing to happen yet.

            “We never saw each other, I never interrogated you, I never heard who you loved, I have nothing to do with you or her or anything else in this story, got it?” said Pothos.

            “…Sure.” Megumi had no problem with a curse not wanting trouble. That meant he didn’t have to bother with a fight.

            “Good, good.” Pothos walked to the door of the building. They paused just for a moment to look back. That strange, almost too-knowledgeable look in their eyes returned. “A thousand years and things don’t change. I’m always getting into trouble with the wrong people. Not this time, no thank you,” they grumbled before turning away again and leaving.

            Megumi stared after them, wishing he understood what was going through their mind. His thoughts were only broken when his kogane popped up beside him.

            “A player has added a rule to the Culling Game!” it announced. “Rule 10. Plays may transfer a number of points of their choosing to another player.”

            Megumi shook his head, ignoring the many questions after his strange exchange with the curse of love. Itadori or (Y/N) had found Higurama and gotten him to use his points. Good. That meant it was for the next phase of the plan. Pothos and whatever they were going on about could wait.

[mediocre-shark-tales]

Fated by the Stars (4)

Straykids ot8 x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting

Summary - After the terrible events that took place at the mall, you wake up to the comfort of your mates. Do you trust them enough now to tell them about your old pack? Or should you just continue to hide that away in your memories.

Masterlist

I woke in a dark room with Hands wrapped around my throat, and dark brown eyes stared down at me with a fiery anger. I felt myself begin to choke, my lungs screaming for air. "You worthless little omega, If I tell you to sleep with me that is what you will do." His voice ripped through the silence. "You were born to be mine, for me to do what I want with." Finally the room had begun to lighten up, staring down at me was Sang-Jun. His elongated sharp canines protruding from his lips. He was fighting the transformation from human to wolf form, he needed to be able to speak to me after all. "You will bed with me, you will bare my kids, and one day when I decide you will bare my mark. You will never escape this future, it is your pathetic fate. So I suggest you start falling in line like the rest of them, lest you want to end up like your sorry excuse for a mother."

I awoke as a scream ripped out of my throat, my body shaking from the fear that man brought to my life. Memories flooded my brain instantly, All the harsh words of my past. Memories of the abuse I took for small and bigger things alike. I could feel the cold crystal tears casting faster down my cheeks, I fell off the bed trying to escape the terror. My wounds from a few nights ago burst into pain as I landed hard on them. Soon I heard the pounding of feet and door closing coming closer. I felt like I was being pulled away from the world, floating in a void of nothingness.

Suddenly I felt warm soft hands grab my shoulders, pulling up from the void. Whispers of voices filled my ears, calling for me to calm down. Telling me they were there for me, that I was safe, nothing would happen to me. Yet it was all in vain, I was too deep in to be pulled out like this. But this deep guttural growl pulled me closer, they were using the alpha command to pull me up. "Omega come back now." Unlike the alpha commands I was used to, this one commanded me with more of a loving tone. No hints of anger or greedy want in it depths. As my vision came back, I saw the worried face of every pack member. My crying had come down slightly, the alpha command helping me to calm enough to speak again.

I grabbed the closest boy to me, latching onto Changbin. I cried into his chest hiding my face from sight. I heard and felt him begin to purr as he held me closer, rubbing my back soothingly. Without looking I reached on both sides of me for someone. Grabbing two shirts, I pulled those boys closer. I need to be wrapped in my packs arms, I wanted reassurance that they were there and would never leave me. They seemed to get the point as I heard a bit of rustling before I could feel all 8 bodies around me, hugging me however they could.

I just stayed there with them until I could get control of myself again, once I could speak without bursting into tears, that's when I pulled back. The others doing the same to see my face and try to help still somehow. "What happened Sweet baby?" Minho asked. "I had a nightmare, but I guess it was more of a memory. It was a time when Sang-jun my ex pack alpha had gotten upset with me." I wiped my tear stained cheeks. Changbin moved my hands so he could do it himself. Then he spoke, "Sweetheart, I know we said we would wait for you to tell us about it, but would you please tell us now? We need to know how best to help you through this, especially after today's run in with his sister. We want to protect you even if our lives are on the line. We just want to make sure you never experience this trauma again. So please, tell us." I nodded and began to tell them all about my past.

"My old pack lived deep in the forest, far from other packs. Omega's like I were used as servants. We handled the cleaning, cooking, and taking care of the pups until they were old enough to no longer need a care taker all the time." Looking around to gage reactions, I saw many face varying from complete anger to engaged listeners who were mildly upset. So I continued, "We were given some privileges like nesting with scraps of fabrics and such that the betas or alphas gave us as small rewards. Or the ability to take a shower with soap, instead of just water. However if you were young enough and you rebelled or made a mistake, they would quickly take away these privledges. Once you reached the age to healthily start giving birth, an alpha or beta may begin to pick you out to help with their ruts, or entertain them in a similar way. If you were in heat they would snatch you away until it ended. Omega's had no choice in this matter, otherwise you would be beaten into submission, until you finally gave in and they did what they wish to your body." I heard growls erupting around me as I continued to tell the tales of our pack laws. "I had been chosen by the Pack Alpha, I don't know why but one he chose me, it was over for me. No other beta or alpha could touch me, but they would inform Sang-jun of any and all mistakes. Every single time I would be beaten and then forced into submission until he had fulfilled his desires. Before I had successfully escaped, I had endured a months worth of daily beating and sexual submission." I felt tears brim at my eyes again, remembering all the ways he had forced me to take him, how bad it hurt, every single minuscule detail.

I could almost feel the phantom pain and agony like harsh whips striking my heart and skin. I began to rub my arms within seconds it turned to scratching. I could almost smell his rugged sour smell on me again. The boys were quick to recognize my slow decent into another panic attack, my arms were grabbed and held in place. "He's not here sweetheart, he's never gonna find you or touch you again. We all never let you experience that pure evil again. You are our omega and we will spoil ad treat you with the best respect you could ever want or need." Chan said softly. He slowly brought me to stand up. Looking at everyone else, I saw faces of love and adoration.

Chan began to lead me away, all of the boys following behind us. He brought me out of the room and down the stairs, till we stood in front of a door I had never seen the other side of. When he opened the door, I saw a staircase leading down to the basement. Nervously I followed them down, only for all the nervousness to wash away in seconds. In the basement was a room with a huge bed, like two mattresses pushed together. The frame was extremely low, like there wasn't a frame at all just a mattress on the floor. However the frame spill out on the three sides you could see. Pillows were splayed all over the floor, and equally did a bunch of random blankets and furs.

Opposite of the huge bed was a tv and a door to a small bathroom next to that. "I think it's time we spent a night together as a pack, we can cuddle up with you and watch any movie you would like to watch." I smiled and nodded. "Yes, please." Letting go of me, I quickly ran over and plopped myself on the bed. I picked up one of the blankets and wrapped myself up like a little burrito. The rest of my mates stood at the door, each one smiling at me with fondness and our unadulterated love. In return, I smiled back with equal amount of love.

They took too long to come to their senses so I decided to take action. Looking at Felix, I held up my hands. "Lixxie come over here." He was quick to move, walking across the room before I grabbed his arm and pulled him down on to the bed. Quickly I found another blanket and started to wrap him up. "Need to show my mates how much they mean to me too." I whispered out. Yet it seems everyone heard me and quickly made their way over to me. grabbing a blanket on the way before climbing onto the bed. This mad meme smile as I began to go from each mate, fixing their blankets and wrapping them up the way my omega wanted.

After I finished fixing each one, I would give them a quick peck on the cheek before moving on to the next mate in line. Once we were all cuddled up and comfortable, then I asked if they could turn on any Disney movie. Jisung picked out Mulan for me and we all cuddled up closer to watch the movie together.

Yet it wasn't long before I fell into a warm slumber, wrapped between the arms of Felix and Seungmin who had sandwiched me between them both. I had finally told them of my horrors, and now I could move on replacing those horrors with their love and kindness. Maybe this life was worth it, I'm glad I took the risk those many months ago and ran off into the forest.

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