#he suddenly starts to lick moon and lays down like that

[midnightfrappe]

Guys help, i think he's trying to steal my man,,,

[princesschimchim1325]

Sing for us, darling~

Dan Feng and Yingxing want to hear the noises their wife makes as they pleasure her, to let it be known to the whole Xianzhou Luofu that she belongs to them.

(Or you get sandwiched between your horny husbands)

Warnings: 3rd POV, fem & afab reader, reader is an adult, reader got bomb pussy game, overstimulation, groping, double penetration in the same hole, creampie, vaginal fingering, Dan Feng has two cocks and a voyeur kink, Yingxing is 41 (reader wants to fuck those old men so bad), Dan Feng is a menace, Yingxing is a charming old man, they are both possessive and horny as hell, a surprise at the end. (Fūrén - wife, bǎobèi - treasure)

Word count : 1,904 words

This can be read in the same universe as my dragoness reader idea but can be read as a standalone.

This could also be read in the same universe as my mutual's @philistiniphagottini's "god-ish" smut fic.

Likes, Comments & Reblogs are welcome!

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Under the pale moon, the wind made the trees rustle and flowers sway. The cold breeze would make any passerby shiver, enough to make their teeth chatter.  Everyone had worn thicker coats and lit up their fireplaces to stay warm.

Everyone except for the lovers in the High Elder's residence. Said High Elder was lounging on an armchair, his face propped up by his fist and an ankle atop his knee, an air of haughtiness befitting of man his caliber and position. Dan Feng was facing the master’s bed, calculating ocean green eyes swept over the attractive forms of his spouses.

His husband, Yingxing, was sitting on the edge of the large bed, completely bare. His long silver hair lay loose and flowing behind his muscled back. Sitting on his lap, was a jewel far more precious than any stone found in the Luofu, their beloved wife. 

And what a sight she was.

Her back was pressed against Yingxing’s broad chest, her front facing Dan Feng. Her lovely face was scrunched in frustration, sighing as Yingxing kissed and lavished her shoulders with love bites and hickeys, his large and calloused hands groped her breasts. And what was one of the most erotic sights he has ever seen in his centuries of living, her greedy pussy swallowing Yingxing’s length and if he looked hard enough, he could see a bulge on her stomach as Yingxing stuffed her full. 

Their shared bedchamber was filled with the loud wet sounds of Yingxing open mouthed kisses and their wife’s lovely moans, or as he and Yingxing liked to call them, song. His own hard cocks were pressing painfully against his trousers but he paid it no mind. The erotic sight in front of him was far more important. 

“Enjoying the show, A-Feng?” His Yingxing inquired, a smirk on his handsome face. His large hands slid from her breasts, trailing down until they slipped under her thighs, only to suddenly spread them wider, jostling the woman on his lap and causing her to throw her head back and sobbed. 

“Indeed. Dare I say, your little ‘show’ is the most enjoyable production I ever had the pleasure of witnessing.” 

He rose from his seat as he answered, taking off his white blazer as he did. Perhaps their little game went on long enough, they started at nightfall and now the moon was already high in the sky. Their poor wife must be so pent up, being cockwarmed and teased by Yingxing, but being told she wasn’t allowed to cum.

As he neared his two beloveds, their wife gazed at him with glassy eyes, cheeks wet from tears of frustration. She shakily reached out to him with her left hand and he caught her midway, holding her smaller hand and leaning down to place a kiss on her palm. 

“A-Feng…A-Xing has been so mean to me..” she whined as Dan Feng kissed her neck, trailing up to her ear, just below her earlobe. 

“Hmm, is that so?” He hummed, smirking as she yelped when he bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of skin and licked it as a form of apology.

“Oh, fūrén, this was our dearest High Elder’s idea. I am merely doing my part in his script~” Yingxing laughed, placing an unapologetic kiss on her hair. 

The High Elder pulled away to take his long gloves and the rest of his imperial garbs off, piece by piece revealing a lean yet powerful build, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and hips. 

“...You scoundrels. How could you be so mean to your wife?” she complained, writhing on top of the Furnace master’s lap, unconsciously tightening in the process and causing the man to groan. 

“Desperate now, are we?” Yingxing hissed, hands gripping her thighs in a bruising hold to stop her from squirming. 

Dan Feng, finally bare, had taken his place between his wife’s spread legs and replaced Yingxing’s hands gripping her thighs with his own. His cocks standing proudly against his toned stomach. 

Yingxing’s left hand returned to groping her breast and tweaking her hardened nipple with his fingers, while his right hand trailed up to her smooth neck, caressing it before gently gripping her throat. 

Dan Feng rubbed both of his cocks against her puffy clit, using her and Yingxing’s combined wetness as lube before taking one of his hardness and lining it up her hole that was still stretched around Yingxing’s cock. 

Slowly, he filled her up, one cock rubbing against Yingxing’s and her spongy walls, his other cock was sliding between her puffy folds and clit. Dan Feng pulled his husband into a searing kiss over their wife’s shoulder, making a show of their tongues dancing. He could feel her tighten up at the sight of their display. 

Inch by inch, he slid into her wet heat, until he pressed up against her cervix alongside Yingxing. He pulled away from his husband only to kiss his wife next, equally as passionate. 

Their beloved wife was panting when he pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips before it snapped. 

A few moments of silence before sounds of debauchery filled their shared bedroom. Each sensual roll of their hips had their darling wife keening, throwing her head back and bumping against Yingxing’s collarbone, tears of pleasure streaming down her lovely face. 

“Mmmph! A-Xing, ah! A-Feng! Too deep! Please, too deep!” She sobbed. How cute, yet she clung to them like they’re her lifelines. 

Their hips moved in sync, when one thrusts in, one pulls out and vice versa, making sure their wife is in the precipice of pleasure and overstimulation. Their cocks were alternating in slamming against her cervix, causing her to moan even louder. 

In her desperation to keep herself grounded, her hands found themselves digging into different parts of her husbands. One hand reached behind her to grasp and pull at Yingxing’s long silver locks, making him groan. The other reached behind Dan Feng to rake her sharp nails down his back, leaving thin scratches that are deep enough to bleed. Dan Feng threw his head back, moaning at the pleasure before hissing from the stinging pain.

Yingxing, never one to let his spouses one up him, let the hand groping her breast trail down her soft stomach before suddenly pressing down on the bulge caused by their cocks. 

“Ah! Yingxing, please!” How adorable, she was starting to slur her words a bit. 

Yingxing couldn’t help but chuckle, “Close, love?” 

Their poor darling, already so close while being lovingly fucked, their cocks overcrowding her poor cunt while their hands groped her breasts, the pudge of her hips, or pressing down on the bulge of her stomach in a dazed fascination of how well she’s taking both of their cocks. 

Their normally stoic and quiet wife reduced to an incoherent mess, moaning only their names. 

Both husbands groaned at the same time when they felt her tighten, impossibly tight. Dan Feng reached down to draw circles on her engorged clit, making her cry out even louder to the point he might get complaints in the morning even though his estate is built farther away from other citizens. 

“Mmph! Ah! A-Feng, A-Xing! Please, I’m going to–ah!” Before their darling wife could even finish her sentence, she came, or rather, she squirted right at Dan Feng’s abdomen. 

Her sudden orgasm triggered Yingxing’s own orgasm and she could feel herself being filled to the brim with the copious amount of his warm and thick cum. Dan Feng followed not too long after him. 

She hiccuped in pleasure as she’s filled again, this time by Dan Feng’s cum, warm and thick, and just as abundant as Yingxing’s. 

Once the cloud of pleasure had dissipated, she watched in mortification how her cum that splashed her husband, dripped down the planes of muscles his blessed body has. 

He didn’t even look mad, if anything, he looked downright pleased by the turn of events with his telling smile and the mirth present in his eyes. Behind her, she could feel the rumble of Yingxing’s barking laugh. 

“Oh, you did so well, darling. Look, you even made his other cock cum.” Yingxing cooed, nuzzling into her hair. 

She looked down and saw that Yingxing was right, Dan Feng’s neglected cock had cum as well, his spent dripping from her chest to her stomach. 

“Hmm, you took both of us well. How are you feeling, băobèi? Are you hurt?” Dan Feng kissed her forehead while checking her for any signs of harm. She could only shake her head in fondness. 

Dan Feng was the first to pull out, Yingxing following soon after him. She whimpered at the feeling of their cocks rubbing against her sensitive walls. 

Dan Feng watched in fascination how his and Yingxing’s combined cum dripped from their wife’s slightly gaping pussy, staining the bed and dripping onto the floor. 

Before anymore could drip out from her lewd hole, Dan Feng scooped the excess cum and fingered it back inside her, causing her to jolt and gasp

“Let’s not waste, shall we? It would be such a shame, no, fūrén?” He looked at her with such an infuriating look on his handsome face while his fingers played with his and Yingxing’s mixed cum inside her sore cunt. 

Yingxing’s large hands found their way to her breasts again, playing and groping her soft tits. All he gave her was a not-so apologetic kiss on the top of her hair.

“Ah! You-you scoundrels! Give this body of mine a break, won’t you?” their wife scowled but it broke into a pleasured moan when Dan Feng once again bit the sensitive part of her neck.

“Well, we did say we want you to sing, didn’t we, bǎobèi?”

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Dan Heng shot out of his mattress, panting. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he tried to regulate his breathing, his heart beating so hard, it almost felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. 

He pressed his hand against his chest, his heart finally calming down. As he calmed down, he realized he had another problem, the hard on between his legs. Dan Heng groaned.

‘What the hell was that dream? No, that was too vivid to be something my mind conjured up. Was it a memory? If so, why the hell did I have a wet dream of Dan Feng and his spouses?’

He looked beside him, the woman sleeping next to him thankfully lay unaware of his dilemma. Her appearance had a striking resemblance to the woman in his dreams. He shook his head

He reached down to brush away the hair against her face, fingers slightly caressing her feathers. 

Well, whatever it was, he’ll deal with it tomorrow. 

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Ren’s eyes opened, trying to adjust in the darkness of his room. He sat up before placing a hand on his face.

There was a moment of silence before the sounds of his hysterical laughter filled the room. 

“Of all the times, the memories of Yingxing decide to resurface now?” 

Ren laid in his bed again, facing the ceiling while his large and scarred hand dragged against his face, a smirk on his face. 

“Hah, I guess there is no escape for either of you. My bǎobèi, it won't be long until we're reunited...... And there is no place for you to hide, Yǐnyuè-jūn.”

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[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere! Himbo! Werewolf! x Witch! Fem! Reader

TW: forced impregnation, mind control, gore, non-con, dubcon

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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The deep woods is your home. The animals within it respect you and often help you. The sun's light even points out the trails to walk upon. Though, after the first full moon in January, the wolf moon, things started to change in the forest. Glowing eyes would be in the darkness near your cottage. The noises of animals that filled the forest suddenly began to disappear. Clumps of hair started to appear at your front door. But the most frightening part for you is the mutilated human bodies appearing in your woods.

They were bloody and torn like a wild animal had gotten to them. Hearts were missing from their chests. But, most importantly, there were letters carved into each victim's chest. Each letter slowly spells out your name. Luckily, the new chief of the village, Aaron Flor, believes you when you say you're not involved in these murders. But he did say he wanted to speak with you at sunset, which it now is.

"Y/N, are you here?" Aaron asks, knocking on your door.

"Coming!" You reply, turning off the stove and letting the lavender scent fill the room.

You open the door and see Aaron with a bouquet of roses.

"These are for you. I found these on a bush near your cottage," Aaron says, blushing a little.

"Aaron, that bush is mine. But I still appreciate your gift," You say, placing the flowers in a nearby vase.

"Oh, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. For the last couple of weeks, I've been changing. I've gotten stronger and dumber. And I can't stop thinking of you and your…perfect body."

"Aaron, sit down. You're practically sweating buckets."

You guide Aaron to your bed and lay him down on it. You go into the bathroom to make him a cold washcloth. You place it on his head, and he grabs your wrist. He easily pulls your whole body on top of him and wraps an arm around your waist.

"Aaron, what are you doing? You're a good, virtuous man," You say as Aaron's lips draw closer.

"Hehe…your lips are so plump and kissable," Aaron giggles, his hand rubbing your ass. "Mmn!"

Aaron's peck on the lips leaves you flustered, and he uses it as a chance to undo your hair bun.

"You don't need this bun when there's about to be a bun in your oven," Aaron coos, letting a stray finger go from your stomach to your crotch. "Let's get naked. We need to start working on our family together."

"What family?! Aaron, you're delusional and need to rest!" You yell, but it's too late. Aaron is already untying the back of your dress.

It drops to the floor, leaving your naked body vulnerable as Aaron begins to undress.

"Aaron, I know you're not yourself, but we should think about this. I'm sure you'll be much happier if we have a family after we're married like everyone expects of you."

"I can marry you after filling you up and making you mine."

The moonlight seeps into the room, and you hear his bones crack. You can only watch in horror as brown ears grow at the top of his head, his stature becomes bulkier, hairier, and taller, and his teeth resemble a wolf's. His clothes tear, and he walks towards you with his now bigger penis erect.

"A-Aaron, we can find a cure for you-"

Aaron slips a digit in your panties and slices them off. He gets on his knees and takes a deep whiff of your crotch.

"I can smell your ovulation. It's so intoxicating," Aaron swoons, his long licking your pussy.

"Ah-Aaron!" You moan, tightening your legs to close him off.

"It's ok, darling. I'll make this pleasurable and as comfortable as possible," Aaron replies.

Aaron throws you over his shoulder and carries you through the forest to a dark cave that smells of musk and sex. He puts you in a nest made of bloody clothes, shredded fur, and silk sheets. Aaron kisses your neck and gently spreads your legs. You worriedly glance at his big, veiny cock, and Aaron throws you onto his hairy chest. He holds your face on his right side and places a comforting hand on the back of your head.

"It's ok. My scent will make you calmer and more prepared to be my mate," Aaron comforts, making you smell his pheromones. "Just take deep breaths, and then you'll be ready."

Forced to breathe in his scent, you take a deep breath. Your body feels more relaxed, and your mind becomes a pup and mating-filled mess.

"Aaron, you smell so nice and…safe," You comment, your hips unconsciously grinding against his crotch. "Ooohh…"

"You want my pups, don't you?" Aaron asks, his hand going to your pussy and rubbing your clit.

"Oh, yes! I would love to be your mate! I want your seed! I want it!" You beg, looking into his canine-like eyes.

Aaron chuckles and places his dick inside you. You moan into his chest, making his cock twitch.

"Aaron, please! I want it so bad!" You plead, starting to ride his dick.

"I know, sweetie! I know!" Aaron responds, leaning forward and placing you in a mating press.

Aaron begins to thrust into you, and all you can do is moan for him like a good mate. Aaron pants like a dog, and soon enough, his thrusts start to get faster.

"Take it! Take it! Take it like a good bitch!" Aaron moans, his knot growing by the minute.

"Ah! Yes! Yes! I'm a good bitch! I'm your good bitch!" You coo, your eyes rolling into your forehead.

Aaron gently slaps your cheek and makes your eyes focus on him.

"Tongue out!" Aaron commands, sticking his tongue, expecting yours to touch his.

You stick your tongue out, and Aaron gives you a big, sloppy kiss as his balls empty into you. You moan into his mouth as your orgasm rocks your body. His hands grip around yours tighten, and you mentally tap out at the feeling of multiple strings of semen entering your pussy, ready to make you pregnant.

"Oh, darling, you have a cute little bulge from my cock," Aaron teases, running a hand around your stomach.

"Ah…ah…ahaha…" You moan, deliriously staring at Aaron.

"I might as well make sure your boobs are ready for our pups."

Aaron sucks your right nipple, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through your spine. The other boob is stimulated by his hand rubbing and pulling your nipple.

~~~~~ "Aaron! Aaron, what have we done?!" You scream, looking at your naked body next to his.

Aaron, now back to his senses but still werewolf-like, quickly calms you down with a kiss.

"I told you I'd take care of you. Now rest. Your body needs it."

"But, why are you a werewolf?"

"I got bit by a wolf in the French countryside a while back. But it doesn't matter now. What matters now is our pups."

You cum at the mention of your impregnation, and that's when you notice Aaron is still inside you.

"Now go to sleep unless you want to be fucked to sleep."

"Yes, my love."

[simpjaes]

does rodeo by wayv give you best friend's husband jay vibes? like you moved away and started growing apart from your best friend but then run into her husband at a club when he's on a "business trip"?

also this is not me trying to bait you into a hard thot. just a random thot I wanted to share

this....is splendid. i personally can't write any form of sexual thoughts to rodeo tho ;-; i can, however, claim that the song red moon by kim wooseok also fits this prompt. so..... warnings: infidelity, not proof read and probably not that great to read bc im genuinely struggling to stay awake rn. wc: 687 You knew he looked familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it until his fingers were in you.

~ Your eyes go wide mid-moan, noting those eyebrows that you suddenly remember so vividly. On his wedding day with your best friend, you recall the photo they sent to you after. His eyebrows were strong, almost angry looking despite the smile on his face in that photo. And no matter how close you and her were back then, you never really saw much of Jay to begin with. You never really saw much of her anymore either. Then again, you guess moving away plays a large part in that. "Jay?!" You suddenly yelp, trying to close your legs around his hand. He doesn't react though. As if you thought maybe he didn't recognize you either. He hadn't said your name at all tonight, and you can blame the drinks all you want. Both of you are well aware that neither of you are any more than tipsy. You rode in that car with him, straight to a nice hotel room. You walked right in, laid down on this bed, spread your legs, let him take your panties off, and now his fingers are splitting you open as if to prepare for for something bigger...and he hadn't said a damn thing? No, "Hey, how have you been?" Not a single "Oh! It's been a while!" And all you can do after saying his name in shock is lay here and feel the way he only moves his fingers faster. The way he hides his face from you by way of trailing his tongue down your stomach, straight to where his fingers are. All you can do is grab his hair, and grind against that same tongue that shouldn't be on you...or in you. You see his wedding ring. Fuck, you feel it when he grabs at your thighs and you just...let it happen. Thoughts of, fuck... is this why she married him? Is this why she never let you actually hang out when he was around? Is this how good he treats her? "Jay..." You trail off this time in something that sounds like a moan, rubbing your clit up and against his nose as you feel the bubbles in your gut. "Does she know?" He lends you a few more licks, a few more fucks of his fingers, and then pulls out. He looks at you for a long moment, then trails his eyes down to himself. He doesn't intend to answer your question. Instead, he reaches down and pulls his cock out, flashing it at you as if it'll keep you from asking more questions. It works, for the most part. You were going to stop him. You were going to ask why he's fucking around on your best friend. Instead, you find yourself gripping his torso much like she probably does. He plays with you longer, sliding his tip through your folds with a small smile forming on his face. "Hm?" He tilts his head in a hum, as if daring you to try asking that question again. Knowing he can easily shut you up if you do. "Does who know?" You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of him pressing in. A thick head pulsing pre-cum against your walls every inch of the way, up until you're clinging to him so desperately that you're sure he's bleeding. "We've never met." He says playfully through a breath. God, you know you're leaving marks on him. "We were never here." You're sure he can't hide it from her now. Good. He deserves to be caught. Despite everything with your best friend, the distance, the lack of talking....she doesn't deserve this. And you'll back her up if she finds out. She doesn't have to know it's you who left those marks. She doesn't have to know you liked it either. And you do like it. Far, far too much. To the point that each thrust has you questioning why you'd care at all if she found out it was you who let her husband get his dick wet. It was you who left these marks. You who got to cum all over him. You. And what about him? Eating you out? That's intimate. Fingering you. Fucking you. Even kissing you. Surely, she's done something to have him seeking out other women, right? Surely, he wouldn't be fucking you this good if she mattered at all.

[moonlight-prose]

STRANGE ADDICTION

➻ 01. BEAUTIFUL DEATH

a/n: i have rewritten this chapter about two times just to get it right. i want it to feel like the show, but also i'm a perfectionist when it comes to posting in a new fandom. this story has been in my head since s1 dropped and well it feels great to finally put it somewhere. even if the love for silco has sorta died down. i've had the most fun writing this so i hope you enjoy!

summary: dinner with an old friend leads to revelations about your past. about whether you chose the right path - the future meant for you. or if time indeed stands still beyond what science and magic tells you.

word count: 4.5k+

pairing: silco x f!reader; viktor x f!reader (platonic)

warnings: not explicit, angst, friendships, flashbacks, arguing, hesitation to tell the truth, pining (not by reader), the haunting of past relationships.

NEXT CHAPTER | SERIES MASTERLIST

The sun beat down harder than ever before. A bright scorching ball of light that seemed intent on searing through the fabric of your gown. Although you weren't entirely opposed, given the weight of the material that clung to your skin.

It seemed that the sun favored topside more than anywhere else. You'd known this for a while, your eyes fixed on the horizon at each turning of the clock. Dusk assumed its duties for the day, bringing forth the moon that hid until the time was right to reveal herself. Flames licked across the sky and suddenly you were a child again. Stunned by the magnificence and beauty of something so normal.

When you were younger you held the belief that only those in the grand city would be able to witness this. To watch as sunset broke along brilliant blue before sinking below—away from the towers of the grand house.

Although the term house felt humble and dishonest given the lavish setting. Castle seemed like a better word. Or kingdom.

Piltover. The land of progress.

How ironic that just below the surface lay the vastness of a city that thrived on the opposite. You felt like royalty amidst the opulence around you. Someone who was crowned long ago by the people who deemed you worthy enough. Yet it wasn't that long ago that you were a young kid vying for a glimpse at a clear sky. Topside rarely accepted those that didn't belong; unsurprising but still a bitter disappointment.

How you managed to trick them—fool their wits—into allowing you access escaped you.

This felt too extravagant. So unlike the person you once knew. It felt fictional. A tale as old as time now finally bestowed upon someone like you.

"Unbelievable," you muttered, eyes wide at the brilliant orange that painted itself over pinks and yellows.

A voice echoed in the distance, someone calling your name, and with a sigh you were pulled away from the ambience of this view. You preferred a chance to stay here but you recognized the lilt of his voice, the familiar drawl of his words. With a sigh you let go of the balcony railing and turned towards the room you were staying in. His room. He offered and gave no room for an argument.

That didn't stop you from trying.

"Dinner is being planned," he announced, balancing his weight on the cane held in his tight grip.

"All this trouble isn't necessary." Pulling the chair by his bed close, you took the opposite one with a grin. "I'm not that important."

He huffed, long and loud enough to keep you quiet. "I don't see you often enough. Dinner is the least I can do."

"Viktor–" His hand went up before you could state your case—the argument ready to fly off the tip of your tongue.

"I've argued with you enough over the years to know when you will start." His smile is warm, an old piece of the past that still resides in the back of your mind.

"I call that an unfair advantage," you muttered.

"I would call it strategy."

"Strategy requires the mind of a politician," you joked. The words rolled out of your mouth with ease as you scrutinized the man before you.

He shrugged. "I've got politician friends."

"Right."

Over the years you often wondered where your paths might cross again. Where on the timeline of your lives Viktor would once more become your ally. You both found one another in your younger years—when things were simpler. The time in your life where you were starting to be recognized for your mind and him with his mind.

Two intellectuals forged in the fires of the Undercity. At one point in your life this might have felt humorous. Almost ironic.

Now you tried to grasp at what kept the two of you together. Especially since your step back away from the atmosphere of progress.

"I–"

"While you are here, would you mind—uh—looking over the research I have accumulated over the years of your absence?" The notebook he draws from the table beside him is crammed with scraps of paper. The binding was ready to burst at the seams. A sight that so utterly and undeniably the young man you met in the Undercity. "I trust your intelligence more than mine sometimes."

You could recall the hours spent pouring over books, each one filled with information you never thought you'd have the opportunity to learn. They brought the both of you closer to something that he felt would do the world some good. Knowledge was power in Piltover—you simply learned to utilize it for your own good. As a way to escape the past you tried your best to ignore.

Flipping to the first bookmarked page, you attempted to discern his writing. At times it was illegible, but you knew it better than yours. After years of looking at the same scratch marks and symbols, you were able to pick through Viktor's work with ease. Your heart stuttered at the research before you—the truth that rang silently in his hopeful expression.

"You want to find a power source?" you exclaimed, glancing up to see his eyes grow apprehensive.

Of course he would be wary about this. Every line scribbled, each night of hard work, all amounted to his life's legacy. The weight of his name was placed on loose pages and ink that bled between the compact journal. Running your finger over the foreign symbols etched onto each page and margin, you felt their power—the meaning behind each mark made.

"Viktor it's..." You wanted to call this emotion pride but the word felt minuscule given how much effort had been put into this. "Magnificent."

He grinned, settling back with a sigh of relief. "My partner Jayce—who you will meet tonight—has made a remarkable discovery."

"Remarkable is putting it lightly," you cut in, absentmindedly following the curve of the largest rune on the page, marking it in your memory.

Ducking his head, you watched his hands clasp together tightly, his thumb pressing against the pulse point of his wrist. "I have to do something...that will help."

That much you could understand.

"Ever since I've known you–" Shifting, you felt the skirt of your gown tug upwards—your leg exposed to the slight chill in the evening air. "You wanted to be remembered as a great scientist. Someone whose mind would be their legacy. I think you're closer to that than you think."

He scoffed. "I only told you that to stop the questions."

"About where you came from? Or something else."

The silence gave you enough of an answer. Explanations of his past came with little to no details. Merely stories that were fleeting, sinking beneath the depths long before you got a chance to figure them out entirely. He remained a mystery to you even now. Although...you couldn't say you were any different.

"Did you ever want that for yourself?" He leaned closer, his gaze attempting to pry beneath the depths of your mind.

"No," you breathed, catching one last glance at the sky. "It has always been better for my name to die with me."

"That I don't believe."

"No?" His eyes burned into the side of your face. A silent plea to finally let him in on the secret. To spill about the past you couldn't even accept for yourself.

Even as the years passed quicker than you could comprehend, Viktor never changed. Despite his age now surfacing across his face, he still felt familiar with each new slight wrinkle and faint mark that hadn't been there before. Beneath the fancy clothing and grim expression, he was still the boy you once knew. The ravenous scientist with a hunger to know more.

A man on a never ending journey for knowledge.

"You're brilliant," he said. "You always have been. I never quite understood why you chose to only be a..."

"A healer?" He nodded. "I didn't fit into Topside as smoothly as you did."

Whether he wished to admit it or not, the turmoil that tore through his body and mind was there. Hiding beneath the surface. Even as he refused to meet your gaze. Time may have intertwined you with him, but his dreams remained different—his hopes were vast enough to drag him away from the life you once knew.

Where he found the grandeur of a scientist working for someone brilliant, you found solace in your small shop surrounded with various concoctions and potions. A space that let you be the person you were always meant to be.

"You're talented enough to make a name for yourself. If you let me talk to the counsel–"

"No." The word sliced the air swiftly, silencing him with the sharp end of a whip.

He froze, drawing you out of the stupor your mind hastened to put you in. Upsetting him was the last thing you wanted, but you knew if he didn't stop now things would already be too late. Viktor had a tendency to escalate matters far more than necessary. It's why you were hesitant to even take his call—to give him leeway back into your life like this.

"Why?" he asked, his brows furrowed and eyes piercing through to the depths of your mind.

The answer lay at the back of your tongue—clear and ready to be pronounced with ease. But saying them out loud felt like a feat you'd never be able to manage.

"There are things in my past that are better left where they are," you replied, brushing off the way he looked at you.

A puzzle yet to be figured out. A math problem that held a solution to fix all that was broken.

But that was the thing...you couldn't be fixed. There remained no potion, no herbal remedy that could heal what had torn you to shreds. Who shattered you beyond repair.

Viktor left to pursue his Topside dreams—his pride in himself larger than anything you'd seen. Yet you remained behind. You stayed in the darkness of the Undercity with the promise to one day find him—to celebrate your dreams together. But that was before the battle plans, before you were recruited to help heal those that couldn't heal themselves. Before...him.

When it came down to it, you found yourself in a life far different from the one you dared to imagine with Viktor. The intention to follow him still existed somewhere as a fading dream that might never come true. But once you grew up, saw the world for how it was, you understood why you would never receive the same welcome he did.

You were a soldier first above it all and that was the one thing he would never know.

The secret you held in the confines of your heart.

"My past is the same as yours," he said. "We come from the same land. Surely if they accepted me, they will do the same for you."

You didn't fall in love with the devil.

The words that would never see the sunlight of Topside.

Reaching forward, you pat his knee in a gesture that offered a friendship despite all the secrets. Viktor would do what he wished; you couldn't stop him. That had always been the way of things since you were younger and so it would remain.

Merely two people who once offered to save one another from the bleak aspect of a future ready to eat you alive. Yet now there you were as adults. Sitting close enough to be friends yet miles a part from where you originally started.

You snapped the notebook shut and handed it back to him with a reluctant smile. The distaste of keeping him in the dark was pungent in your mouth, but this choice wasn't up to you to decide. It was always a mutual agreement between two people that were forced to be parted. He wouldn't speak about what happened and you'd do the same.

You were always meant to become a ghost of the Undercity and he a ghost of Topside.

Two fates that were never to intertwine again.

"Tell me," you said, moving to the still open balcony doors. "What's your partner Jayce like?"

He straightened in the chair, relief crossing his face at the realization that he hadn't offended you by pushing too far.

"You will like him."

"Oh I don't know about that," you drawled, a sly smile crossing your lips. "Don't you recall the night of the dinner party?"

He cringed as the memory of that disastrous debacle came to mind. You got into it with a certain doctor he befriended—a man with an ego large enough to choke the very air out of any room. The night ended with you unceremoniously chucking your drink into the man's face to save yourself the harsh act of slapping him. You refused to see Viktor for weeks—your own self worth having been burnt to the ground and defiled.

"I did not know he was going to insult you the way he had."

Scoffing, you leaned your back against the balcony railing. "You knew he wasn't good."

"Unfortunately that I did know." He stood on shaky legs, the clack of his cane against marble echoing off the walls as he joined you. "I can promise that Jayce is nothing like that."

"I'll determine that for myself." You sighed, glancing up at a darkened sky—the stars shimmering bright enough to rival the moon. "Besides, dinner is just us, right? Not a surprise interview to induct me into your hall of science. Because as flattered as I am–"

His laughter spilled over into your chest as he nudged your shoulder with his. "There will be no inducting. Not if you don't wish for it."

"Good." The clock across the room ticked away with expedited force—as if speeding up the flow of time to get you out of here. Yet you found yourself longing to stay, to remain in this small bubble. "Does he know who I am?"

"He knows what I've told him."

"All good I hope," you humored him, offering a placating smile that could be mistaken for charm. In the hopes that you'd make it through this night unscathed.

"There may have been a few stories." Swatting his shoulder, you ignored the shift he made towards you. "Are you okay?"

"Of course." You clutched the railing behind you until your knuckles hurt, your gut filled with the foreboding dread that came with treading the waters of your past. "I'm perfectly okay," you replied confidently.

Even if the words rang with the transparency of a lie.

Piltover at night held no comparison after witnessing the beauty of sunset. Yet after three glasses of wine and a dinner large enough to feed the village, you felt the thrill of excitement fill your chest at the thought of exploring parts you'd yet to see. Looping your arm around Viktor's you fell into step beside him—mere feet behind Jayce and a woman they introduced as Mel.

Of course, you knew who she was. Everyone in the city knew her name, but for the sake of a peaceful dinner void of any politics, you didn't make that fact obvious.

"It was a nice dinner," you said, the breeze off the water skimming the bare skin of your back.

"We should do it again." His voice remained steady, like a piece of home you never thought you'd get back. His eyes however...screamed something entirely different.

A divot in the road you weren't prepared for—one you didn't see yourself wanting.

"We should," you agreed, finding a spot against the railing. The blue of the ocean gleamed beneath the light of the moon. Truly Piltover at its finest. "Maybe next month?"

The irritated sigh slipped past his lips before he could reign it in, but that was all you needed to understand his intentions. You'd been afraid of this since you came to visit him the very first time. An execrable feeling weighed heavy in your stomach as time went on and his silence prevailed.

He stood beside you now with hope in his heart. The voices of Jayce and Mel faded into the background as they walked further away. And you were left with the friend you never wished to lose—the boy you longed to keep knowing.

"I haven't said—I should have said it already but–"

"Viktor," you interrupted, standing upright.

Suddenly the wine and the excessive amount of food didn't sound like a good idea after all. Your heart pounded against your chest, reverberating through your entire body—each nerve alight and waiting for the worst possible scenario to this outcome. He'd been your oldest friend, someone you counted on when you had no one else and the thought of ruining that left you feeling sick.

Each second he looked at you as if you held all the answers to what he pined for made your heart twist painfully.

With a shaky breath, you finally relented to the truth. "I can't."

"What do you mean?" His cheeks flushed vermilion as he fixed his gaze back to the water.

Shutting your eyes to collect your thoughts carefully, you sighed. "I know what you want me—us—to be and I can't...give that to you."

"Oh."

"I do care for you." Somehow the words echoed with hollow deceit, despite how true they felt in your heart.

"It's because of him."

You reared back, startled. "What?"

His eyes—plagued with sorrow deep enough to slice right through you—met yours waiting for a different answer. An explanation as to where your heart belonged. But you stood as still as stone—unable to form thoughts let alone coherent words. He ripped right down to the bone, pulled at your weak tendons and bit down on frayed nerves.

Yet he wasn't done.

"I'm not oblivious. When you finally came to Piltover you wouldn't tell me about what you did when I wasn't there. I only assumed you had feelings for someone. A man you didn't wish to speak about."

You exhaled slowly—the icy chill of relief swallowing you whole. "Oh...yes I...there was someone."

"Do you still love him?"

Glancing across the water, you glimpsed the bridge standing tall—a beacon of this city's hope for progress. But to your eyes it felt like a separation—a division between the two worlds of your life. One filled with enough pain to leave you staggering where you stool and other...a world of grandeur that overflowed with the option of peace.

At one point you had wanted to watch it burn. His betrayal tainted everything good about that place. A scar carved deep enough to leave an everlasting wound that never healed. You longed to forget it—to rid yourself of the memories he plagued—but you still knew one day...you'd stand upon that same ground again.

"I don't know," you breathed, the past clawing its way up your throat—shoving towards the very front of your mind.

BEFORE

The streets were overrun with people as they moved and flowed like the waves on a shore. You felt shoulders knock into you, exasperated glances thrown your way as you fumbled with the plants still gripped in your hands. They grew at the edge of the bridge—hidden in the shadows as a safeguard from the sun. Dirt packed itself beneath your fingernails, mud coating the thin fabric of your pants from where you dug.

"You should really have that looked at," you grumbled, shoving the plant into your satchel.

Garnering no response, you were left to get lost in your own thoughts. Whether or not he was actually in pain didn't concern you. Not when you had a job given by Vander who insisted you focus solely on healing rather than fighting. It's not as if you entirely disagreed with him—you were more than happy being a healer rather than a soldier—you simply couldn't figure how this would help in the long run.

What exactly were you supposed to do when people acted stubborn and brash?

"What are you writing?" he barked, stopping abruptly. You rammed into him with a sneer.

"Nothing that's of any concern to you." Shoving your pen and notebook into the bag, you watched as he huffed in response, turning away. "I'll tell you again since you seem to be hard of hearing. You should really have your wound–" He stopped, eyes flashing over his shoulder with a glare. “–looked at."

"You sure do talk a lot," he snipped.

"It's a gesture of kindness. You don't have to be an ass about it."

How did you manage to get stuck with this man? You were more than capable of sneaking around the border of Topside without anyone's help. Vander assigning you an escort seemed synonymous with the actions of an older brother being overly protective. Yet you weren't related in any way shape or form—you were simply someone who understood the need for change.

Arguing would get you nowhere and so you did your best to ignore his quick glances. Coming up with a correct judgment for what you found took precedence over the man in front of you.

The heat of the day seeped into your clothes—sticking to your exposed skin—the longer you trekked back. If it were possible to steal some time, you'd search for that small pool you and Viktor used to play at—just to submerge yourself in cold water. But with a guard at your side, you were left with only one option. Dreaming about weather cooler than this.

"You're walking too slow," he called over his shoulder.

The desperation for escape called to you, begged you to leave him behind and go somewhere quiet. But before you could sprint in the opposite direction, he turned. Ignoring him didn't seem to be a well thought out solution, but that never stopped you from trying. Even as he glared at you.

What little sunlight remained began to dip below the horizon—a sight you'd neve grow tired of. If only you had the chance to see it over the ocean with a clear sky above.

"You need that fixed before we return." Avoiding the incensed glare directed your way, you settled on the edge of a wall.

"What I need is for you to keep going. So I can go home."

"Listen—whoever you are—I know that when you return you're going to be questioned about why you're in pain. Either you let me patch up that wound or you get Vander. Your pick."

The arguing ceased with a defiant raise of your brows, lips curling into a sly grin that pinned him where he stood. There really was no other option than submission. What was a quick check before you were on your merry way. Much to your delight, he seemed to come to the same conclusion as he joined you on the wall, undoing his vest with an indignant sigh.

Silence filled the empty space between you. Slipping between the cracks and shadows that cast across his angular face. You'd seen him before on the edge of your vision, leaning against the bar with a book in his face—long fingers trailing the rim of his glass absentmindedly. Whether you liked it or not, the two of you differed.

Where you wanted to roam, he longed to be back making plans with Vander instead of trapped in the task of guard duty for a healer he'd never met before.

"Who shot you?" The glow of sunset illuminated the pale skin beneath his shirt—a long jagged scar etched into the skin threw you off for a moment as your fingers searched for blood.

The sharp wince in his face said you'd found it. "I couldn't see their face."

Nodding, you moved his hand to keep the fabric up and out of the way. A quick rummage in your bag for the salve you made earlier caught his attention—turquoise gleamed in your peripheral, prying you open with enough ease to jar you down to the bone.

"The bullet only scraped you. This should help close it up by the end of the week." You pressed the dark mixture along his wound, catching the subtle flinch he tried to smother. "Sorry."

"I'm fine," he mumbled in a whispered tone.

"I can fix it up properly when we return. Get you a real bandage to keep it from getting worse."

You nearly missed it. That slow imperceptible grin that curled at the edge of his lips. But your eyes latched onto it like a kid with candy, savoring the quick glimpse of something surreal. It threw you off balance, forced you to reckon with the thought of never knowing him before today.

Ethereal. Empyrean.

He sat before you a stranger with the eyes of a fond ally. A friend you had yet to be properly introduced to. It seemed he harbored the same thought—his mouth forming the question as if it fell right out of your head and into his lap.

"You're a friend of Vander?" Slipping his vest back on, you noticed he left it unbuttoned.

You found you preferred it that way.

"So are you. I've seen you...uh...with him. Around the bar you know."

The quiet echo of the water lapping at rocks and voices in the distance didn't feel bitter, but rather settled the nerves leaping beneath your skin. It was nice to sit there and watch the night sky show itself to the world once again. Eventually you'd be forced to return to a life that teemed with a clear understanding that hung over everyone's heads. There would be a fight. An inevitable battle for what you believed was right.

But for this transcendent moment you basked in the few moments of peace life allotted you.

The calm before the storm.

"I don't know your name," you admitted, turning your head slightly to catch his gaze already faced in your direction. "Vander never told me."

If he caught you in the middle of a blatant lie, he didn't call you on it. You could tell he saw right through you—the glint in his eyes shining brighter than moments before. This wasn't a clarification for Vander's sake or the battle. You wanted to know his name for yourself. A small token of the man you may never interact with again save for tonight.

After a moment his voice came with a soft breath of air. "Silco."

Teeth dug into your lip to keep the blooming smile at bay. "Silco," you said under your breath.

He latched onto it, dug his fingers into the tangible feeling they created in his chest, and felt a smile pulling wider at his own mouth. You said it again, unable to stop yourself as a thrill of excitement fluttered at the base of your stomach. So simple, so smooth off the tip of your tongue. Yet filled with enough power to stir your chest with a feeling you wished to inspect further.

The lilt of it hung in the air as you turned back to the sky with a satisfied hum, relishing in the time you had left with him at your side.

[anonymous-dentist]

POV: Loboier

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Moon!

His body hurts, but He is used to it by now.

He whines his way out of His House, shakes His fur out, stretches, and cries. He cries a lot. (But not loudly, because His Bobby is doing Human Work inside, and He doesn’t want to disturb him.)

Craning His neck back, he says hello to the Moon(!) with a howl.

“Salut, Loboier!” the Moon says back. “Bonne nuit!”

His tail wags. But His body hurts, so He lays down in the grass and closes His eyes. If He pretends hard enough, he can pretend that He is in the Woods with his Pack.

The breeze ruffles His fur. Maybe it’s actually His Spreen saying hi, but without his knife this time.

He growls at the thought. His Spreen… how evil!!

His eyes snap open as the Big House’s door opens.

AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!!!!!!!!!!!

His Jaiden doesn’t even get a chance to say hello before she has Him on top of her licking her face and saying hello.

“Hey!” she smiles. She pets between His ears, juuuust right.

‘Hi!’ He says, barking loudly so she can hear him. ‘I love you!!’

His Jaiden is his favorite Jaiden. She built His House and she buys His Bones and she plays Ball with Him. She gives the BEST belly rubs!!

He bites her forearm gently. There! Wolf Jaiden!

But his Jaiden just laughs and says, “Nice try, but I’m already taken.”

Pain! Heartbreak!! Agony!!!

(Jaiden is a Jaiden. Not human, but Jaiden. So she can’t be a Wolf, but He still tries every Moon, anyway.)

Dejected, He lets His Jaiden down the stairs and into the yard. She goes to get a Ball, which is fine. It’s whatever. It’s fine.

His body hurts.

With a whine, He settles on His stomach and rests His head on His paws. He closes His eyes. Maybe His Spreen should’ve just finished the job. Letting Him go might have been crueler than letting Him die.

The door to the Big House opens again. He smells who comes out, and His tail wags a little in response- thump-thumping against the grass. But He doesn’t get up. He Hurts.

A cold, calloused hand settles in the fur on His back.

“Is he okay?” His Cellbit asks His Jaiden.

“Yeah, I think so,” she answers. “Sometimes this happens. It’s… complicated.”

His Cellbit hums in response. Grass crinkles as His Cellbit settles into it. He pets Him softly- so, so softly.

He cracks an eye open and looks up at His Cellbit.

Wow, He thinks. He’s beautiful.

The Moon casts His Cellbit’s hair silver. His Cellbit’s eyes almost seem to glow in the dark. Shadows make him look almost like a statue.

He shuffles in the grass until His head is resting on His Cellbit’s lap. His Cellbit’s other hand is also on his lap; He kisses it and wishes he could do that when he’s Human, too.

Quietly, He says, ‘I love you.’

He asks, ‘Do you love me?’

He says, ‘Because I love you. I love you a lot. CellbitCellbitCellboCellbit.’

His Cellbit laughs quietly and says, “I don’t speak wolf, guapito.”

That’s Him! His Cellbit’s Guapito!!

Suddenly much happier, He rolls onto His back and shows His belly to His Cellbit. And His Cellbit is sooooo smart! He starts rubbing His belly, and he’s soooooo cute!!

Smiling, He declares to the world, ‘I love My Cellbit!!’

The world disagrees, because the world doesn’t like His Cellbit, and because His Cellbit doesn’t like the world. But He doesn’t need the world’s approval. So long as He and His Cellbit like each other, that’s all He needs.

And one day when He turns His Cellbit into Wolf Cellbit, He’ll be able to tell His Cellbit EVERYTHING!!

But, for now, He settles for some more kisses and a smile. (He’s sure that His Cellbit understands, anyway.)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi~ I just recently start watching record of ragnarok saw one of your post the other day! I really love your writing style! I want to make one request, if you okay with it.

I read the one post, an old post where reader is Shinobu and the ror cast arrive just in time to save her from being eaten by Douma... This is going to be a bit angsty, but can I request alternate one? They arrived but was too late and they watched as Douma absorbed reader into his body, her hand fall down to her side and her katana dropped to ground...

Not the ending! After they killed Douma, believing that the reader is death, his body turn into ashes and reveals reader, laying on the ground, alive but unconscious and extremely weaken. Practically just want them to get a huge scare

-You had spent years researching, looking at any piece of information you could find to deal with this, to deal with the Upper Moon that killed your sister.

-You finally had what you needed, what you wanted, the results you had been looking for, wisteria, incredibly poisonous to demons.

-However, getting it into the demons was another question entirely, coating weapons with it wasn’t enough to kill, only temporarily stun, at least with the stronger demons. Tengen and his wives were able to provide that information for you.

-The only thing that was coming to mind, at least for one specific demon, Douma, the only demon you were truly after, except for maybe Muzan, as you wanted revenge for your sister.

-You knew Douma, you knew how he would react to seeing you, and you knew it would involve your sacrifice to take him out, you knew he was going to eat you.

-You started small, injecting small amounts of wisteria poison into your body, so your body could get used to it without you feeling sick yourself, increasing the dosage over time, fusing your blood with wisteria.

-You told your closest loved one (Lover/Parental Figure) what you had been doing and what you planned on doing, showing them your determination to bring Douma down.

-They knew better than to push back, as they knew you wouldn’t listen, so they stood beside you, supporting this decision, with their own plan in mind, to help you kill Douma so you wouldn’t need to sacrifice yourself.

-The fight against Douma, they were late, rushing to get to you as soon as possible, to prevent your death, they didn’t want to lose you, not like this, not ever.

-He rushed into the room, seeing your broken and batter body in Douma’s grasp, a sadistic grin on his face, licking his lips like you were going to be the tastiest treat he ever tasted.

-Douma opened his maw and began to devour you, swallowing you whole as (Lover/Parental Figure) shouted out, “NO!!” your arm went limp, your sword falling from your grasp, not even hearing the shout as everything went back.

-Douma licked his lips, wiping his mouth as he had drooled a little before smirking at (Lover/Parental Figure), “You’re too late- I’m grateful for you letting me enjoy my meal~”

-Hearing his teasing words caused (Lover/Parental Figure) to see red as he charged forward.

-Douma had to admit, this opponent was much stronger, a smile of delight on his lips as he leapt back, dodging his weapon, “Did you love her? Does it make you furious that I ate her? Tell me- tell- URK!!”

-Douma suddenly coughed up blood, spurting from his mouth as he collapsed to his knees, his vision now hazy, feeling the burning from the inside out of wisteria. His eyes widened, realizing what you had done as he lurched again, coughing out more blood.

-(Lover/Parental Figure) immediately dashed forward, removing Douma’s head from his shoulders, remembering your words well, that to defeat a demon, the head had to be cut off.

-He stepped on Douma’s head, which was laughing loudly, thinking the situation was hysterical, and with just a bit of force, crushed the skull under his foot, causing him to dissolve into ash.

-He looked over at Douma’s body and he froze, his eyes going wide as his voice caught in his throat, seeing your body laying there as the ash vanished.

-You were breathing, but only barely, and you were unconscious, extremely weakened as he could see that you were covered in wounds, not only the ones he first saw you with when he entered, but new ones, caused by the poison inside Douma as he was trying to digest you.

-He remained by your side while you were taken to the infirmary, holding your hand as you seemed to sleep almost peacefully, just wanting you to wake up.

-As your eyes slid open, seeing him sitting there, not paying attention that you had woken up, you gave his hand a small squeeze, making him flinch and instantly his eyes met your own. You couldn’t help but smile softly up at him, seeing the relief on his face, “Is he gone?” he sighed deeply, his eyes closing in relief, “He is, thanks to your recklessness and I crushed his skull.” You were surprised by his words before tears welled easily in your eyes, slipping down the sides of your face, “Thank goodness!” He couldn’t help but smile at you, brushing your tears away, kissing you softly, making you sigh into the kiss, before telling you what had happened and that you were still recovering. You didn’t mind resting finally, your goal now accomplished, your sister was avenged, and the world was safe from Douma.

            -Thor, Lu Bu, Poseidon, Beelzebub, Zeus (platonically), and Odin (platonically)

-He knew that you were injured, but seeing your eyes open he immediately hugged you, hunched over you on the bed. His embrace was firm but warm and you couldn’t help but smile, leaning into the embrace, a soft sigh leaving you. Before you could even ask what had happened, he told you that with the poison in your body, which has now been flushed out, assisted in killing Douma, as it’s what gave him the opening he needed to land a fatal below, crushing his skull beneath his foot. You were surprised by his slight savagery, which did make him give you a small smile, “I was so angry when I thought I lost you- and he was the source of that anger.” You smiled up at him, giggling softly before he pecked your cheek gently, telling you to get some rest, which you had no issue doing, as Douma was now gone. You could rest quietly now.

-Hades, Qin Shi Huang, Nikola, Kojiro, Adam (platonically)

[streakyglasses]

Oh yay, you’re taking prompt requests!! thanks for scratching our stris brain. #2 laying atop each other, kissing shoulders and #30 being protective. Always appreciate your posts :)

hello!!! i happily present:

i’ma stay through it all (so jump, then fall)

(team as family, very fluffy with a sliver of angst in the middle, bar fights, protective Chris, they’re married!)

read on ao3 or under the cut (will be up on ffn tomorrow).

It’s been too long. That’s what Chris thinks whenever the original 20-Squad manages to get together. With everything that’s always going on, these moments are few and far between, and she always reminds herself to cherish them; to bottle up what she’s seeing and pack it away in her heart. 

She zones back into the conversation to Tan’s laugh and the familiar weight of Street’s hand on the small of her back. The bar lights reflect off glass bottles and highlight the stars in the team’s eyes. Luca winks at her when he notices what she’s looking at, and she rolls her eyes but gives him a smile. She’s too focused on him to notice the man over his shoulder a few tables away, eyeing Street. 

“So, Chris,” Deacon turns to her, “heard through the grapevine they’re looking for some new heads to take up the K9 training protocol, and your name has come up. Care to comment?” 

“Please,” she mumbles, although she can’t hide her blush as Tan and Hondo hype her up and Street smiles down at her like she hung the moon. “Couple of calls. Nothing official.” 

“Yet!” Hondo exclaims, and tips his beer towards her. “We’ll have the best K9 force in no time.” 

“We already do.” Chris smirks. 

“Hey,” Street squeezes her, sparks up her spine. “Long Beach dogs aren’t all bark, no bite, you know.” 

“I’ve seen more Long Beach K9s patrolling surf competitions than the street, Street.” Luca laughs. 

The conversation continues with easy ebbs and flows, patrons of the bar coming and going through the night. After another round and more than a few plates of appetizers, Tan and Deacon break off to a pool table, and Chris turns to Street. 

“Let me guess, it’s been too long?” 

She laughs something bright and nods, swaying slightly since she’s safely held in by his arms around her back. 

“Maybe if I say it every time, we should—hey!” 

A hand on her shoulder pulls her from Street, his hands breaking at the surprise force. A flannel clad body pushes between them, sending her stumbling back, and she has just enough time to throw a look at Hondo and Luca when a barking, alcohol-soaked voice cuts their shock. 

“You’re Karen Street’s kid aren’t you? That bitch owes me, so you better pay up.” 

The mention of his mother is ice in Street’s stomach. His mouth opens and closes once, unable to find the words. Wide eyes finding Chris’s, she sees the pain and confusion in his irises, and suddenly there’s only person in this bar that matters.

“Hey!” She shouts, grabbing the man’s elbow and shoving him to the side so she’s in front of Street, her back to his chest. Fire licks at her chest and blazes through her glare. It only grows when she spies the pocket knife in the man’s meaty fist. His other hand clamps around her forearm, but all she does is step forward until their noses almost brush.

“You don’t want to do this, bitch.” 

“Don’t,” she spits, more for the team as she sees them in her periphery starting to round the table. She’s not all bark no bite, either. 

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but Karen Street died three years ago. And my husband has nothing to do with any of this. So you’re gonna put that knife away, let go of me, and walk out of here.”

That should be it, she hopes.

Until the knife comes flying towards her, and her instincts kick in to protect herself as much as Street. She knees the man in the groin and, both hands now free, sends the knife skidding away before she flips him. He lands on the sticky wood floor with a thud, and Chris presses back on his wrist for good measure as she squats down. 

“Don’t you ever fucking come near him again. You hear me?” 

Now a wide-eyed, whimpering heap, the man nods frantically. Chris lets him go and resumes her position in front of Street, stance wide and face unforgiving. She watches the man get to his feet and scramble for his knife, wiping at his jaw and stalking into the night. Silence settles on the bar for just a second before everyone else returns to whatever they were doing, but she’s still focused on measuring her breathing so it slows down. 

“You guys okay?” Tan breaks the tension a moment later, concerned looks bouncing between the rest of the group. Leaning backwards so she can feel Street’s heartbeat, his hands cradling her around her waist, she nods. 

“I’m fine.” Her cheek pillows against his shoulders, concerned eyes flicking up to his, voice soft as rain. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” Street breathes out, although it’s easy for Chris to pick out the fear underlying his tone, and she squeezes his hands. “I’m good. Never seen that guy in my life.” 

Shaking his head, Hondo sets a hand on Street’s shoulder.

“Family’s the gift that keeps on giving sometimes. We’ve always got your back.” 

“I know. Thank you guys. I do think it’s time to head out. What do you say, babe?” 

“Sounds good to me.” 

“Don’t worry about the last round, I’ve got it,” Luca chimes in, earning two grateful smiles. “Get home safe, love you guys.”

A chorus of “goodbye”s and “love you”s follows. Chris slots her fingers through Street’s, not looking back at the scene as they step into the night air and start towards his bike. He’s tense underneath her touch even as her thumb strokes his knuckles. Before he can hand her the extra bike helmet, she stops him. 

“You sure you’re alright?” 

“I will be,” he promises, and distracts himself by playing with her fingers. “Just really want to get home. Get you home.” 

They breathe the other in deep when they lean in for a kiss. 

“Let’s go home.”

-x-

After— in the entryway, and the shower, and the bed, and the shower again—they end up back in bed. Clean sheets are soft as clouds around their bare skin, and Chris scratches Street’s head where it rests on her chest. His breath is warm, a gentle hum buzzing over her. 

“Thank you.” He whispers. Chris freezes for a second before running her nails down his scalp again, murmuring back. 

“I love you.” 

As if it’s the easiest thing in the world. 

“I know,” he moves just enough to be able to look at her, their chests pressing together comfortably. He can’t keep himself from drawing his thumb over her jawbone. “No one’s ever protected me like that.”

Heat builds in her chest again, but unlike the uncontrollable blaze in the bar, this feels like a nurtured hearth. Pink accompanies it, painting up her neck and cheeks, and she shrugs. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” Street catches on. He scoots up another few inches. “I just wanted to say thank you. Maybe—“

Smirking, he drops a kiss to her shoulder, and then another when she fails to wriggle away and laughs. His hand brushes against the side of her torso where she’s ticklish. It’s not often he has her right where he wants her, and he can’t help himself from smattering kisses all along the curves of her shoulders, over her collarbones, and up her neck. 

“Maybe just show you…”

He dodges her hand as it tries to playfully shove him away, clicking his tongue at her in faux-disappointment. But his hand stills, molding itself to her skin instead, and her head turns on the pillow to offer him open access while a moan passes her lips. 

“Show you how much I love you.” 

[cbsxreader]

Christian with a werewolf S/o

Cw: teensy tiny mention of heat/rut at the end, werewolves, mentions of murder

Doesn't keep track of the moon cycles and whenever he sees his S/o has transformed he just goes: "Oh, it's that night of the month."

Honestly, Christian is not much help during his S/o's transformation. He wants to hold them, but it would just restrict their body and it wouldn't be better. It hurts like hell having their whole body morph but the best he can do is just stand there and be useless.

"God, that looks awful..." He whispered, looking at his S/o.

"OH YEAH? HOW DO YOU THINK IT FEELS?? " His S/o growled, their voice low and distorted.

No matter how big his S/o is in their wolf form, cuddles are still accepted. It might cut off the blood circulation to Christian's legs when his S/o lays in his lap, but it gives him an excuse to not move from his spot and to pet them.

Christian is a bit confused about his S/o bringing his weapons back to him after he throws them but misses his target. He just turns around for a second and his big wolf has his machete in their jaws.

"You know, Oi could've just pulled out another one out of thin air..." He explains, internally cringing at the feeling of their saliva on his weapon's handle.

"..." His S/o's ears went down, not feeling useful.

"But thanks for lookin' out for me, love." He softly says, ruffling the fur on their head. It earns a small smile from him when his S/o's ears perk up again.

They both find it fun to play-wrestle. Nothing like a little pouncing on each other to warm up for a nice murder spree. Of course, his S/o has to be a bit more careful with their claws and teeth so he isn't ripped into shreds.

Lets his S/o have his shirts because he's kinda into them comforting themselves with his scent when he's not there.

When his S/o makes a nest out of their bed, Christian doesn't really mind. Whenever he sleeps in a bed, he doesn't tidy it and he moves around in his sleep and makes it messy, so it's good for the both of them.

When his S/o unexpectedly tracks him down in the alleys of the dark city, he is surprised but glad.

Christian headed closer to the terrified man he had cornered. His blade that ached for blood shining in the small, dim light of the alley.

"When Oi'm done with you, you'll look like a modern art piece." He spoke with a wide smile, practically licking his lips at his victim's suffering.

Suddenly, it sounded like something was thundering down the alleyway. Christian frowned before he lit up at the realization that it was the sound of his S/o's big paws hitting the hard ground.

Just as he saw their snout, they lunged at him. Christian's eyes widened for a moment but he barely had time to react before he was being crushed under his S/o's weight.

"Hey, love! Came down to see me, eh?" He spoke breathily from having the wind knocked out of him.

They licked his cheek, tail wagging behind them. He chuckled before slightly pushing his S/o away by their muzzle. He noticed his victim was trying to crawl away and his S/o followed his line of sight.

"Listen, Oi was about to torture 'im, but maybe you'd like a new chewtoy?" He explained with a raised brow.

His S/o stopped panting and diverted their attention to the other man. With a wild look in their eyes, they slowly got off of Christian and aproached their prey. The man started to run away, but his S/o ran after him with a growl. Not long after, the poor man's screams and echoed through the alleyway.

"Heh, that's my love." He said to himself, standing up and following his S/o.

Christian would get angry at them if they chew on the handles of his weapons or rips something apart that's his. But he understands that they can let themselves go a bit when they're in wolf form, so he doesn't stay mad for long.

If his S/o wants to play fetch or something then he gets a femur bone and uses it as an alternative for a boring wood stick.

There are times when they have a sort of food-exchange. Christian brings his S/o a person, they bring him a deer and they both happily eat away.

If they're in heat or rut he'll help, no questions asked.

[loveofbots]

I was thinkin about Red Alert and tryin to fix my writers block, Red uses She/He pronouns- reader can have any gender

Warnings: 18+, needy reader, soft and fluffy

Red Alert was out surveying hot spots on Luna-1 once again. His backstruts groaning from the strain of being bent over all day. The mech rolled her shoulders and sat down for a moment, simply taking in the quiet of the moon. Her peace was interrupted when a private comm message came through.

Y/N: I miss you

Red smiled, knowing his lover must’ve just woken up without him there. He conjured the mental image of them laying in bed all sleepy and cozy waiting for his return.

Red Alert: Good morning, Love.

The red and white bot’s spark hummed a little harder at the thought of you snuggled up into his chassis. One of these days she’d take the morning off just to stay with you.

What Red Alert didn’t know was how much you longed for him. You felt empty without your sparkmate by your side. Chewing on your derma you debated sending the next message, but your spark yearned for Red, and it couldn’t wait.

Y/N: I need you to come home, I can’t spend another klik without you here right now.

This made the mech stand up right away, sending several messages asking about your well-being and if something happened. Quickly you reassured him.

Y/N: I’m okay sweetspark, sorry for worrying you. I’m just…

Red Alert held his venting in anticipation. Were you hurt? Surely you would tell him if you were.

Y/N: I need to make love to you right now.

Suddenly a blanket of heat drenched his frame. Oh. Red felt a familiar ache in his panels and transformed into his alt mode. This time his work would wait.

Red Alert: I’ll be there in 5.

Not even that long, Red opened the door to your shared hab suite venting a little heavily. You could tell by the gentle tremble in his frame that he was feeling the same as you. Especially when he walked over and captured your derma with his making you moan into his mouth. You pulled him back into the berth with you, arms wrapping around him and tangling your legs together. With a huff you broke the kiss and began attacking his sensitive wiring around his neck and made him groan. Red Alert’s hips canted into your thigh plating to create some friction and it started to drive you wild.

“What… hah, what got into you today?” The mech gasped out when your servos groped his ass. Through bared teeth you whispered your reply.

“Needed you. It’s been much too long since I…” You were cut off by a moan that bubbled up in your throat when Red’s digits caressed the cables in your hips and thighs. “Since I made love with you.” The rest came out in a whine that nearly broke Red Alert’s resolve right then and there. The two of your started to grind against each other.

“Where… how do you want to do it?” Red could barely speak between all the kisses you shared with him. His vents sputtered when he you parted and he saw the absolute love and adoration in your optics.

“I need to be inside of you.”

………………………………………….

Red Alert’s faceplate heated up. It wasn’t like this was your first time together, but it was that hungry, carnal look you gave him with your face so close to his valve that made her shake. Your digits ghosted the base of his spike and around the soft lips of her valve. You were drinking it all in. Finally you wouldn’t wait for what you wanted, and pressed your mouth to her wet cunt. Immediately he threw his head back, bucking his hips when your servo wrapped around his spike and started to pump it up and down in tandem with your soft licks.

Primus, there was a reason he chose you. For your smarts, your reliability, and so many other things. But the best treat of it all was how lovingly you tongue fucked her valve. She never lasted very long with you. Maybe it was for the best, as your spike leaked trans fluid and valve becoming slick as well. Red’s moans became louder and louder as she neared her overload. His servos found your helm and held it gently as you continued to lap and stroke his spike. Breathily Red Alert praised you.

“Feels so good~ I love that you make me feel this way.” Swirling your tongue around her node made Red arch his back, exhaling sharply. “Primus! So close-“ A few more aggressive kisses and curling your fingers around her spike just right, Red overloaded hard. His vents came hard and heavy as he released his transfluid all over his stomach and into your mouth.

Hungrily you licked it all up, cleaning Red Alert as well. He cooed to you softly and held your cheek. You had made him overload so hard and you deserved to overload as well. He kissed you deeply, tasting himself on your derma as he flipped you over and straddled your hips. Your gentle servos guided her hips over your spike and he gently caressed your face to make you look him in the eyes while he sank down on your spike.

Your digits gripped the berth, hanging on as his valve fit your spike just right. He drew moans from you just by sitting on your hips, it was too much.

“Still with me?” He chuckled a bit and kissed your helm, servos resting on your chassis. Her voice brought you out of the mind numbing pleasure and you nodded. Albeit a bit dazed and drunk on love. Your servos grabbed at any part of him you could, trying to ground yourself. When you finally did you looked down where the two of you were connected and grew warm.

“It’s always a pleasure to see us like this.” You muttered lovingly, making Red’s spark melt. He chose the right Conjux for sure. “You can move now.”

So she did, her calipers squeezing your spike and transfluids running over your bio lights. Red enjoyed the show of ecstasy on your face while he rode you. Spike hitting every part of his valve that made him shiver. He picked up the pace and your hands found his hips. Propping yourself up on your elbow you kissed Red Alert sloppily, trying so hard to stay in one place.

“Sweetspark if you keep going like this I won’t be able to hold back much longer.” The way your digits scrapped his paint made him chuckle, teasing you by swirling his hips. “Please.” You begged. Optics screwed shut in concentration. The way your spike jerked inside Red Alert made the two of you moan together. She leaned down and your chassis pressed together, groaning to you softly.

“Show me you love me.” The words made a growl start in your throat. It was thrown out with a deep, whimpering moan. At just the right moment your arms wrapped around his body, holding Red still as you pounded up into her. Transfluid already dribbling down your spike from her valve you began to fuck yourself stupid. Watching Red take you again and again made you whine into your lovers neck. Moans turning into grunts as you fucked both of you into overload. Your transfluid spilling into his valve you couldn’t stop until his calipers milked every last drop out of you.

With one final thrust Red collapsed onto you. Leaving the two of you venting hard holding each other on the berth. While he recovered you peppered Red Alert’s face with kisses and mumbled how much you loved him. After your spike depressurized and panels slid back into place you laid your lover on her side. She smiled at you and pulled you closer again not letting you leave.

“You did great Y/N.” His arms pulled you close and your buried your face into his chest, finding comfort in Red Alert.

“Mmm, couldn’t have done it without you.” Red laughed at your joke and kissed you softly again. Her humming spark lulling you back into recharge.

Whatever you needed him for, he’d be there.

[realjoearts]

Zira Pup’s Adventure

(Original) (Unfinished)

authors note: this story has a continuity issue regarding Zira (Mud Foot) and Shadow Pup’s relationship as they weren’t always brothers in the canon (though they are now) and also a few of the characters named here have been renamed (such as Dragon Pup) or are in a grey area of existence (Ginger Pup) (i don’t know what to do with her). this is about Mud Foot’s vivid dreams of the past and the past as his dreams show him the death of Dawn Star and the life of Colt Foot (at the time Colt Pup). i’m definitely going to rewrite this one and finish it in the future.

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“Hey everyone look it’s dirt pup” yapped Shadow Pup. There were giggles across the nursery. Zira Pup bowed his head. “Aww is Dirt Pup going to cry” yapped Dragon Pup “Now Shadow Pup and Dragon Pup stop being so mean to Zira Pup” growled Dove Feather. She licked her son’s head and he lay next to Ginger Pup and slept. “Are you okay Zira Pup” whispered Violet Wing “I’m fine” Zira Pup replied. Violet Wing was Zira Pup’s foster mother since his mother abandoned him and left him in the dirt. Zira Pup lay at the round curve of her belly. He nestled into her soft belly fur and drifted into a sleep were a horrible nightmare came over him.

Zira Pup sprang awake shaking violently tears in his eyes. His fur was bristled from the top of his nose to the tip of his tail. When he suddenly awoke Pine Barb and Claw Face we’re visiting there pups. Violet Wing sprung to his aid licking his bristled fur flat or as flat as it would stay. Zira Pup was panting and was shaking so much he felt sick. He fell back he could feel Violet Wing’s soft fur on his back but his vision was blurred and there was a ringing in his ears. He wanted it too stop soon because the pain us unbearable. The she wolves and there mates crowded round him. “Someone get Flame Foot” cried Tober Wing. Pine Barb rushed out the den his foot steps fading into the night. Then everything stopped the pain suddenly vanished his vision became clear and he stood on his paws. The she wolves stood there in shook at the sight of the pup who lay on the floor a few seconds ago in horrible pain arise to his paws like nothing had happened. Pine Barb and Flame Foot rushed in to see the pup on his feet in no pain. “Come with me Zira Pup” barked Flame Foot “O...o..okay” Zira Pup stuttered. They both marched out the nursery into the night.

The forest was dark Zira Pup turned to see the Nursery being swallowed by the darkness before disappearing into the night.  

Flame Foot cheeked Zira Pup over but there was nothing wrong. He had never seen anything like it. Flame Foot turned away from the pup and started to sort through leaves and berries. The den was silent no words were spoken, no birds singing and no stars shining just the frost that hung in air from there breathes. “I had a nightmare” whispered Zira Pup breaking the silence. “You did?” replied Flame Foot “Yeah it was horrible” he said a chill ran down his spine at the thought of it “There was a she wolf and a male wolf and there was a flood and and it it the she wolf went under the water and I could hear the ringing in her ears and I could hear the males cries and howls from above and it was really blurry and she died and the male wolf kept crying her name I I think it was Dawn Star but I could barely hear it over the ringing” “Dawn Star” repeated Flame Foot. “Dawn Star is dead and has been for many many moons”. Zira Pup looked up at the Medics deep red pelt. “You mean I I dreamed of a dead wolf” he whispered in fear. “It’s fine Zira Pup... I’m just puzzled I have never seen something like this” he barked “Let me know if it ever happens again” he added. “Now lets get you back to Violet Wing will we” he said heading to the exit “Okay” Zira Pup yapped running to Flame Foot’s red paws. The dawn chorus sung there song as the early morning sun was rising they trotted to the nursery were Violet Wing lay waiting. 

The sun was high in the sky and the pups were wide awake playing with there litter mates and having fun. Zira Pup lay at the curve of Violet Wing’s belly his head resting on his paws. “Are you not going to play with Meadow Pup, Dawn Pup and Ginger Pup?” Violet Wing asked “No I don’t wanna go playing with feathers” he replied “How about you play fight with Dusk Pup, Shadow Pup and Dragon Pup?” She added “No they don’t like me playing with them they said I was to weak to play” he barked. “I’d rather stay with you” He barked rolling onto his belly to stretch. 

Zira Pup was awoken by Violet Wing that night. He looked up at her to see she was in great pain. “Violet Wing are you okay” Zira Pup whispered “No Zira go get Flame Foot” she barked. Zira Pup rolled out of the leaf nest and dashed out the den heading down the same path he took last moon high. “Flame Foot Violet Wing needs you!” Zira Pup panted. Flame Foot turned and ran out the medic den Zira Pup trotting at his heals. They arrived at the Nursery were Violet Wing lay panting “Tober Wing!” barked Flame Foot. Tober Wing opened her eyes to see Flame Foot standing over her “Oh... Brother what is it?” Tober Wing said half asleep “I need you to take care of Zira Pup tonight” he whispered. Tober Wing looked over at Violet Wing before she replied “Of course” she replied. “Zira Pup you’ll be sleeping her tonight” she whispered making a space between Cloud Pup and Berry Pup “But I want to be with Violet Wing” he barked sitting down. “Come on over” whispered Tober Wing. He was to sleepy to say no so he went over and laid between Cloud Pup and Berry Pup and dozed off. 

Zira Pup was awoken by Cloud Pup fidgeting in his sleep. He lay his head on his paws looking out at the forest that was covered in a light layer of frost and shone in the early dawn sun. Dawn Star he thought Who was Dawn Star? His thoughts were interrupted by a shadowy figure standing at the entrance blocking the early morning sun. “Cloud Pup get up we’re going out” said the figure. It was Claw Face of course Cloud Pup was his son so it would make sense Zira Pup thought. A nightmare passed through his mind while he was awake it was of Clod Pup and Claw Face in the meadow Claw Face was fighting another wolf Cloud Pup watching from the cover of a bush and then Claw Face sunk his fangs into the other wolves neck and blood cover the shore and turned the surrounding water red the words flew throughout head as Claw Face uttered Grey Swipe is dead. Cloud Pup sprung to his feet breaking Zira Pup’s thoughts. Zira Pup pretended to sleep as he could feel Claw Face’s eyes piercing through him. Claw Face turned and walked out the den with his son walking beside him. Zira Pup tried sleeping but he couldn’t find comfort against Tober Wing’s rough belly fur. Zira Pup also couldn’t sleep knowing that Claw Face was a murderer but then he found himself dozing of in his own thoughts.

When Zira Pup awoke he realised that Flame Foot and Violet Wing we’re back in the nursery. Zira Pup sprung to his paws slowly walking over. By his surprise there were 3 small bodies laying next to Violet Wing’s belly. “Zira Pup come here” whispered Flame Foot. Zira Pup came closer not making a noise he crouched down and sniffed the pups “They are your new siblings” barked Violet Wing softly. “That one looks like you Flame Foot” Zira Pup barked pointing at a small red pelted body “That’s because they are my pups to” he replied. “Do the pups have names yet?” questioned Tober Wing “They do” whispered Flame Foot. “This one is Red Pup” Flame Foot said licking the small wolves head “And these two are Chaos Pup and Sunny Pup” Violet Wing barked pointing at the golden pup and black pup.

Zira Pup could see the joy in Flame Foot’s eyes as looked at the pups. Zira Pup lay at Violet Wing’s tail and looked at the pups. My new siblings he thought They would never leave me he added. He soon found himself drifting of to sleep as the sunset over the forest. 

Zira Pup woke up. He had an other one of those dreams. Zira Pup could feel a pain in his foot he looked to see what was wrong but there was nothing there. It must be part of the pain the wolf was feeling in his dream he thought. Zira Pup looked at the nursery around him but he didn’t recognise it it wasn’t the same it was different. He looked around at the she wolves in the den and he didn’t recognise any of them, he didn’t recognise any of the pups either. There was a small hole in the roof of the den a puddle lay below it Zira Pup looked at his reflection. He was speechless he couldn’t even recognise himself. “Colt Pup what are you doing up” yawned the she wolf behind him “W..w..where am I?” Panted Zira Pup “Your at home of course” she replied. “You must be excited for the naming tomorrow” she said softly walking over picking him up and laying him back down. “Dove Pup and Wisp Pup are excited to but you need your rest” she said her voice was soft and comforting. Zira Pup looked at the other two pups the lay at the curve of her belly. 

One rolled over on to her belly the other yawned and blinked. “Is it time yet” yawned the white pup “No not yet Dove Pup” she said softly licking her head. Dove Pup’s bushy tail brushed passed the other pup and she sneezed and woke up blinking. “Well maybe now we are all up we can go a walk in the forest” she suggested. The pups jumped around in excitement. “Ok then let’s go” she stood up and stretched and trotted out the den this sent the pups dashing and trampling over each other to spend time outside the den.

It was moon high and the sky was littered with glowing stars. “Wow look at them Colt Pup” yapped Dove Pup pointing her stubby paw to the sky “Wow” said Wisp Pup. Zira Pup looked at the sky and he saw outlines of wolves dancing, playing and looking down at them. “Those are our ancestors all of them are dead some died long ago others died not so long ago” said the she wolf staring at the sky. “Eagle Breeze!” Shouted a voice from down the path “We’re are you going” they panted “I’m going to take the pups on a walk with the pups”Eagle Breeze told him. Zira Pup had never seen this wolf before he was skinny and was bald in some patches and it was hard to say what his pelt colour was because of the moonlight streaming down. “But Eagle Breeze your pups are due any day now” he panicked “It’ll be fine Breeze Fern I’ll be fine and the pups will be fine too” she said calming him down. “Come on pups lets go” she said nudging Wisp Pup to her paws.

The forest was filled with new smells and new sights Dove Pup pounced ahead excitedly Zira Pup raced beside her. Wisp Pup stayed at Eagle Breeze’s Paws never straying a step from her mother. “Look at that” barked Dove Pup who was staring out onto the sandy shore of The RiverSide Pack’s Territory “We can go there can’t we?” asked Dove Pup curiously “No that’s not our territory that is RiverSide’s Territory” she whispered dragging Dove Pup from the edge of the territory. “Mama look”whispered Wisp Pup. A tall male Wolf was headed toward them Zira Pup fell backward and the pups hid between Eagle Breeze’s forepaws as she crouched down trying to be unseen. The wolf stopped in front of them “Eagle Breeze?!” he tilted his head in confusion “Patch Fur?!” she gasped Patch Fur ran over to see Eagle Breeze who was no longer crouching but sitting up.

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to read the writing posts in chronological order you can find a reading order in this post here! (link to be added)

[primroseprime2019]

Witch of the Moon- Chapter One: Arrival at Moonlight Academy

I sat in my room, reading my books. I had been studying some magic for a while. Okay, that was a little lie.

I had been studying magic and writing my own spells and sigils since I was eight years old. I had even summoned my very own familiar.

A Scottish Fold cat named Orion.

My parents were really happy. And so was I.

Speaking of Orion, he hopped onto the bed and nuzzled my arm, purring and meowing.

I giggled and rubbed his head. "Hey, buddy," I said with a smile.

My mother, Latosha Youngblood, had told me that Witches could talk to their familiars just as their familiars could talk to them.

"Are you studying again?" Orion asked with a teasing smile. I blushed and chuckled, "you know I love writing and reading. I take pride in it!"

He smiled, "I know, I know." He tickled my chin with his tail and I playfully swatted him away with a laugh.

We both looked up when there was a knock at the door. "Paigey?" Dad said.

"It's open, Dad," I called back. He opened the door and smiled softly, "hey, sweet girl. Can you come downstairs? Me and your mom wanna talk to you."

Orion looked at me and I immediately began to feel nervous. It was times like these where there were family meetings and it would sometimes make me nervous or irritated. But I wouldn't admit it out loud.

I walked downstairs with Orion hanging on my shoulder. I walked into the living room. The house I lived in was nothing short of perfect but it was home nonetheless.

My mom was a Youngblood. A proud witch born from a powerful bloodline.

Even more powerful than the first witch family.

She had a deer familiar named Basil. He was laying by the couch, his head resting over his forelegs. Mom looked at me as she sat on the couch and smiled. "Hey, Paigey," she said. "Hi, Mama," I said nervously.

"You're not in trouble," she said reassuringly and that made me relax. I sat down on the couch.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, looking at Dad then at Mom. They looked at each other before looking at me.

"Well... we enrolled you into an all-witch academy. Called Moonlight Academy," Mom said, "it's the same academy I went to when I was your age."

My eyes widened. And so did Orion's.

"Wh- really?" I asked nervously, fiddling with my moon crystal necklaces.

"We think it's time you start tomorrow and it's so you can start to focus on your future," Dad said in a gentle voice, "to spread your wings."

I gripped my pant legs. I didn't want to go. I wasn't ready to leave. I didn't want to leave them.

During my childhood, I never really had any friends since I was always by myself. It made my mom worry.

But I was on the autism spectrum so it was normal.

What if I wouldn't be able to fit in?

Orion looked at me and licked my hand. I looked at him, smiled a little and rubbed his head. I looked back at Mom and she suddenly hugged me.

I was frozen for a moment before I hugged her back.

"I don't want to go," I whispered. "I know, baby," she said, "I know."

She pulled away a little and cupped my face into her hands. "But I wouldn't be doing this if I knew you weren't able to go out on your own. I've discussed it with the council and the teachers. You'll be going tomorrow."

I nodded. I didn't feel good about this anymore. Orion looked up at me. Mom hugged me and kissed my head. "Try and get some rest, okay?"

I nodded and sighed softly before I trudged back upstairs to my room. I closed my door and leaned against it, sliding down and burying my face into my arms.

Orion placed his paw on my arm in comfort. "It'll be okay," he said, "I'll be there with you."

I looked at him and smiled a little before I pulled him into my arms and buried my face into his fur. I could hear the muffled words of my parents talking and I climbed into my bed.

I sighed and laid back down. I stared up at the ceiling before my eyes slowly closed. Unbeknownst to me, my dreams would make me feel worse.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a forest that was covered in snow. Snowflakes were falling and I was standing by a frozen lake.

I looked at the frozen water and my reflection looked back at me. I frowned as I knelt down and reached out to touch the ice. Then I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand and I looked over my shoulder to see a woman standing before me.

She was wearing a black and red cloak. She had porcelain skin, magenta-red hair that was tied into a bun and her eyes were black. I widened my eyes and nearly fell backwards. Suddenly the ice cracked and I fell into the water.

I tried to swim back up but it felt like I couldn't move my hands or feet. I felt my lungs burn and everything started hurting. My heart pounded against my chest and I felt my throat close up.

I slowly looked up as the moon glowed down at me. It was so big... and so... bright.

I felt my eyes slowly close and I slowly sank into the bottom. Where the darkness was welcoming me.

I jolted awake with a gasp and I sat up. Orion whimpered and looked up at me, a worried and tired look on his face. "Are you okay?" He asked, his ears flattened.

I took a few breaths and once I calmed down, I rubbed Orion's head. "I'm fine," I said softly. I looked at the window and the sun was starting to rise. I grumbled softly and looked at the clock. It was 8:25.

I laid back down and rested my arm over my eyes.

'I hope I never have another dream like that again,' I thought before I slowly fell asleep again. After a few good hours, I woke up again. This time to the smell of pancakes and omelets. I sat up and stretched with a yawn.

I rubbed Orion's head before I climbed out of bed and I walked out of the room and went downstairs. Mom was cooking.

"Morning, Paigey," she said with a smile. "Morning, Ma," I said as I took the orange juice out of the fridge and I poured me a glass.

Mom set down my plate. "Your dad went to pack your bag," she said.

I nodded as I chewed absentmindedly on my food. I couldn't get the dream out of my mind. Who was that woman?

"Paigey," I blinked and looked at Mom. She had a concerned look on her face. "You okay?" She asked. "I'm okay," I said, "just a crazy dream."

"Oh?" She said curiously as she ate. I nodded and sighed softly. "How did you know what you wanted in life, Mom? Especially when the future itself was scary?"

Mom was silent for a moment before she hummed softly.

"I always knew what to think of what I wanted for my future," she said, "even when I knew the dangers of it all, I still pushed through it because I had people looking out for me." She reached out and placed her hand on my shoulder and I looked at her.

"Just as you will have people looking out for you." She smiled softly.

I nodded and once we finished breakfast, we cleaned up and I got into my school uniform. It was a blue long-sleeved shirt with a red knee-length school skirt.

"Is everyone gonna be wearing this?" I muttered. Orion tilted his head.

I sighed as Dad knocked on the door. I looked at him. He had my suitcase ready.

"Hey, sugarplum. You ready?" He asked with a smile. I nodded slightly as I picked Orion up.

"You nervous?" He asked. "Yeah," I sighed. He rubbed my head and I sighed softly.

We both walked downstairs and Mom was waiting for us.

She kissed my forehead and gave me a bracelet that had Yin and Yang cats.

I smiled and I hugged them both.

The bus slowly pulled up and we looked at it.

I swallowed thickly and I hugged my parents again before I took my suitcase and went to the bus. Orion was hanging out on my shoulder.

I climbed up the stairs and walked to an empty seat. Sitting next to the window was an eighteen year old girl. She had dark chestnut brown skin, light black hair and deep blue eyes. She wore her hair into a braid and she was wearing a pair of red glasses. She was wearing the same uniform I wore.

And a Red Fox was laying across her lap.

I put my suitcase in the luggage compartment and I sat in the seat across from her.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Natalia Dupree. This is my familiar, Cassiopeia."

"Nice to meet you," I replied with a smile, "I'm Paige Youngblood. This is my familiar, Orion."

Cassiopeia sniffed at Orion who only curled up in my lap. Me and Natalia chuckled when Cassiopeia huffed.

"Naaaat!" Another voice said behind us and we looked to see another eighteen year old girl peeking over the seat. She had chestnut brown skin, raven black and brown hair that was tied into a ponytail and she had deep blue eyes and wore blue glasses.

"Hey, Diana," Natalia chuckled. I noticed a little Vampire Bat poke it's head out from behind Diana's shoulder.

"This little darling is Leo," she giggled, gently rubbing the bat's head, "and he's my familiar. Where are my manners," she held her hand out, "I'm Diana Severin."

I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

The Severin family were known for their hard work in demon hunting. Even though their ancestors were known to summon demons.

"You're Paige Youngblood, right?" Diana asked and her eyes lit up with admiration, "your mom is a badass!"

"Diana!" Natalia scolded, lightly smacking her arm. I chuckled, "I know."

I saw a few other students talking. They all looked new.

I sighed softly and looked out the window.

The bus screeched to a stop and me, Natalia and Diana looked out the window to see other new student witches filing in the parking lot or just hanging out.

The building was large. Almost as large as a church but even bigger.

Natalia, Diana and I grabbed our suitcases and we got off the bus first and the other girls followed us.

I looked around a little. Natalia looked up at a statue that had a woman who was in a praying position. "Who's that?" I asked, tilting my head.

Diana looked at me, shocked, "you don't know?!" I looked back at her startled, "sh-should I?"

"That is Lily Youngblood. Your ancestor." Another voice spoke up and we turned to see a nineteen year old girl standing nearby.

She had ivory skin, hazel brown eyes and dark brown hair. A Bengal cat was hanging on her shoulder. The girl glared at me.

"Who would have guessed that a Youngblood witch would show up here?" She hissed.

"Piss off, Mabel," Natalia huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared back at the girl.

"Oh bite me!" Mabel snapped. Leo snarled and the Bengal cat hissed.

"Enough," another voice said and we looked to see a woman in her forties. She had an espresso skin tone, black hair that was in braids and had gold rings in them and she had dark brown eyes.

She was wearing a silver and black teacher uniform. And a Doberman was standing by her feet.

"Mabel Queen, I'm sure your mother wouldn't be thrilled to hear you're harassing another student. Especially a new one." She said calmly as she gave Mabel a cold glare.

Mabel looked away, "no, ma'am." She gave me a side glare and stormed away. I looked back at the statue.

For some reason, I doubted that Lily Youngblood was my ancestor.

"You must be Paige Youngblood," the woman said and I looked back at her.

"Um... yes, ma'am," I said nervously. "I'm Opalina Hunt," she said, "I'm in charge of witches summoning demons and familiars. Your mother gave us quite the impression of you."

"She... did?" I asked, confused.

She nodded and looked back at Diana and Natalia, "I trust you both will introduce Miss Paige to the rest of your newfound friends?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Diana said excitedly. Natalia nodded.

"Run along then," Miss Opalina said, "class begins in six minutes."

With that, we hurried to meet our dorm mates.

It surprised me that a dorm only allowed two students. It was spacious and it had two beds. There was a desk by the window. Down the hallway was a bathroom.

The hallway led to a kitchen that had everything; snacks, food, drinks, you name it.

I saw a whole bunch of other girls. Nine of them, to be exact.

One of the eighteen year old girls rushed up to me and shook my hand in a vice grip.

"Hi! I'm Marley Wolfmoon!" She said excitedly.

She had almond-chestnut skin, raven black hair and deep water blue eyes. She wore the same uniform and her glasses were lavender.

"U-um, hi," I squeaked and I had to yank my hand out of hers. I saw an Arctic Wolf laying on her bed.

"That's my familiar, Pandora!" Marley giggled.

"Okay, hold on!" Another nineteen year old girl laughed, "let's go in order." She had porcelain skin, orange-brown hair that was tied in a messy bun and she had dark blue eyes.

"I'm Gloria Cross," she said and a Barn Owl flew from it's perch and landed on her shoulder, "this is my familiar, Aries."

"I'm Harriet Dragonscale," another nineteen year old girl spoke up. She had rose beige skin, black and bright hazel brown hair and deep but bright green eyes. A Bombay Cat hopped onto her shoulder.

"And this is my familiar, Sirius," she said.

"I'm Paige Youngblood," I said and I picked Orion up when he nuzzled my ankles, "and this is my familiar, Orion."

"I'm Natalia Dupree. This is my familiar, Cassiopeia." I'm Diana Severin. And this is my familiar, Leo."

"I'm Charlotte Grimsbane," the eighteen year old girl piped up. She had chestnut skin, raven black hair and light grey eyes. A Silver Fox nuzzled her leg and she rubbed it's head. "This is my familiar, Venus," she said.

"I'm Marley Wolfmoon," Marley grinned, "this is my familiar, Pandora."

"I'm Serenity Crimson," a seventeen year old girl chuckled. She had porcelain skin, light but deep grey eyes and her hair was orange with a brown streak. A Barred Owl landed on her shoulder. "This is my familiar, Cosmo."

"I'm Kaitlin Flamewhisper," the sixteen year old girl said. She had porcelain skin, light blue eyes and dark brown hair. A Gray Wolf nuzzled her side. "This is my familiar, Polaris."

"I'm Tasha Darkmore," a sixteen year old girl piped up. She had pale ivory skin, blackish-brown hair and dark brown eyes. A Cornish Rex cat hopped onto her shoulder. "This is my familiar, Ganymede."

"I'm Joanna Winters." A fifteen year old girl said. She had pale ivory skin, snow white hair and blue eyes. A Snowy Owl perched itself on her arm and she rubbed it's chin. "This is my familiar, Halo."

"I was expecting Frosty," Diana snickered and Halo seemed to glare at her.

"I'm Iris LeRoux," a thirteen year old girl said. She had honey-almond skin, raven black hair and deep gray eyes that almost looked black. An American Shorthair nuzzled against her chest. "This is my familiar, Aurora."

"It's nice to meet all of you," I chuckled.

"Let's head to class!" Marley said. I tilted my head, "should we take our familiars with us?"

"Not as much as we do in the cafeteria," Gloria said, "we can only bring them there."

I looked at Orion. I felt uneasy about not bringing my familiar with me. He looked up at me and licked my chin.

"I'll be fine," he promised with a reassuring smile, "go to class. Have fun."

I sighed and nodded before I set him down next to Pandora.

"Who's my dorm mate?" I asked suddenly, looking at the others.

"Oh! That's me!" Natalia said with a sheepish smile. I visibly relaxed and smiled as we all walked out of the kitchen and went to our first class.

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Next

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Ace meets Richard “Dick” Grayson on a normal, Wednesday night, which doesn’t make sense. 

It doesn’t make sense because Wednesday nights are for playing training with Bruce and relaxing with some reruns of Gray Ghost to “cool down.”

Normal Wednesday nights are not nights, Ace thinks, for losing your parents and being whisked away by a billionaire furry and his half-ghost dog. 

Wednesday nights are not for angry little boys who can’t cry to their parents anymore, and certainly not for something as nonsensical, as life changing as murder. 

Ace thinks about this as Bruce drives them back to the Manor, after the shitshow that was the press and police showing up. He thinks about this as he lays his front paws and head down in Dick’s lap, whining, trying to comfort the little boy as best he can. 

He feels tears fall onto his head, making his ears twitch down even more, and he tries his damnedest to get closer to the boy even though it’s impossible without phasing through. 

Dick has been alarmingly silent, the second he got into the car. Ace had seen him, from where he sat with Bruce in the crowd, screaming when his parents fell. And then he heard laughter outside the tent, and then suddenly Dick was screaming for another reason. 

Ace is drowning in Dick’s aura--the boy is so wracked with grief and anger and hatred and self-loathing that Ace wonders how the boy can even breathe. 

Ace tries to lick the boys tears away, tries to snuffle his way into his arms, until finally, finally, Dick hugs him. He wraps his arms around Ace’s neck, which is a little uncomfortable but definitely manageable, and buries his face into the ruff of his fur. 

He starts shaking, and Ace decides that this is it. 

This is why he’s here. 

Danny came to Gotham to have fun, have a Guardian of Time approved vacation so he could go back to his own dimension and time with nobody else the wiser, a little break before the weight of his responsibilities crushes him. 

Ace is here for Richard “Dick” Grayson. 

Dick’s cries reverberate through his bones, barely muffled by his fur.  

The car stops, and Ace looks over to Bruce, whom Ace has come to think of as almost an older brother, perhaps even a father. 

When their eyes meet, Ace knows with the certainty of the moon falling and rising that both of them will protect Dick Grayson for as long as they can manage it.

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Ace is trailing after Dick, as he usually does, through the Manor when the boy sneaks into Bruce’s study.

He’s been exploring the Manor, with Ace as his dutiful companion, and trying to “get the lay of the land.”

Ace huffs a little, confused, before sitting down in front of the desk to watch as Dick goes through the study like it’s somehow interesting to him. 

He’s inspecting the books first, pulling one down to look through its pages before returning it to its place. Then he’s rummaging through the desk, and then through the tchotchkes behind it. 

And then he stops right in front of the clock. Not just any clock, the Grandfather clock. Ace’s ears twitch, but he doesn’t move. 

Dick touches the glass pane softly, trailing his fingers into the groove of the ornate wood. He’s a little too short to reach the clock face, but that doesn’t stop him from noticing that despite the pendulum moving, the hands do not. 

Dick crosses his arms and puts a chin in his hand, thinking, and it’s such a Bruce mannerism that Ace can’t help but huff out a laugh. 

The sound makes the boy look over at him, which prompts Ace’s tail to wag a little. He won’t hide his amusement and if the boy figures it out he’s gonna campaign for the adults to put Dick in the advanced classes because he’s a genius. He’s not sure how, but it will happen. 

Watch out, World’s Greatest Detective. He’s comin’ for you. 

Dick smiles a little, before coming over to pat Ace on the head. 

“What do you think he’s hiding, boy?” Ace gives him an amused little boof, and begs for scratches. Sue him, the boy has magic scratching powers. 

After obliging Ace with the best scratches, Dick then drags Bruce’s chair over to the clock to stand on. It’s one of the spinny ones, but balance has never been an issue. Ace still stands to brace the chair for him with his doggy paws. 

“Thanks, Ace. Now let’s see....” Dick trails of, absentmindedly, before fiddling with the hands. 

It isn’t long before the clock opens to the secret passage, and Ace has to grab Dick’s shirt so he doesn’t fall through. 

Once Dick is firmly on the ground he stares at the hidden staircase, a soft and low “Woah...” escaping from him. 

He turns to look at Ace, sitting primly waiting for Dick to finish his mini freak out. His tail wags a little, and feels his tongue loll out as it usually does when he’s proud of his family. 

“C’mon, Ace!” Contrary to his excited tone, Dick carefully makes his way down to the Cave with Ace following loyally behind him. 

Once his second freak out is done, this time inside the Cave, Dick turns to him and asks “Did you know about this??” 

Ace can only huff in amusement, before leading him over to the glass cases lined up against the wall. He plants himself in between two specific ones and puffs out his chest.

Behind him, to his left, is Batman’s latest kevlar suit. To his right, in the smallest case, his Bat Hound collar sits pride of place.

Dick beams.

===

Ace is starting to realize that it’s actually a Bruce thing, not a Danny thing, when it comes to losing control of his wards. 

He’s lounging on the Cave floor, listening to Dick and Bruce argue their lungs out about whether or not Dick will be allowed to join patrol. 

There’s arguments back and forth about age, about avenging murders, about autonomy, the works. 

Personally Ace is on Bruce’s side, but he recognizes that that’s a bit hypocritical of him.

Then again, Danny didn’t really have a choice. 

Ace though, definitely did. 

So, he stays out of it. Alfred comes down with some tea and dog biscuits, so Ace gets up to trot to the old man to “help.”

He supervises Alfred as he finishes setting up the table, before barking for the arguing pair to come sit.

Alfred watches, endlessly amused, as they obediently make their way over without stopping their argument. Once they’re seated, Alfred hands him a biscuit (which Ace devours in 2 seconds) before taking his leave. 

Ace decides this is definitely the time for a nap, and so he does. 

He’s roused from his light doze when Dick exclaims excitedly with a “YES!” 

The boy is jumping around the chair where Bruce is sitting, though he notices they are now at the Bat Computer and no longer at the table. 

He smells the scent of tears from both of them, and feels their frustration and excitement and worry and victory all mixing together as one. Must have been a hell of an argument. 

He yawns and stretches, making his way over to his boy and getting hugged within an inch of his half-life before Dick races back to the table, grabbing a pen and paper on the way. 

Before Ace can follow, he hears Bruce give a weary, heartbroken sigh. 

Bruce is sitting with his head in his hands, muttering to himself. 

What have I done and his parents will never forgive me and what if something happens to him sounds brokenly muffled. Ace whines a little, pushing his snout through Bruce’s hands to lick at his face. 

Bruce chuckles a bit, before giving Ace a hearty helping of pet love. 

“You’ll help me look out for him, won’t you boy?” Bruce asks softly, eyes crinkled in worry. 

Ace gives him a low woof in agreement, placing his head down on Bruce’s lap to give more comfort. He’s being crushed by Bruce’s overwhelming worry and parental love, but he can stand it. Dick is his boy, but he was Bruce’s first. 

He’s about to fall asleep again like that, in the quiet heft of Bruce’s complicated feelings of love and care, the feeling of his hands combing through the fur of his head and ears, before he hears the quiet steps of hesitation behind him. 

His ear twitches, before he sits up and re-situates himself beside Bruce, facing a suddenly shy looking Dick. 

He’s holding something behind his back, and slowly takes closer steps when Bruce beckons to him with a quiet “Chum?” Ace tilts his head in question as well. 

Dick takes a little breath, before showing them both the drawing he’s made: greens and yellows spilling all over the paper. 

Bruce heaves a little sigh, amused despite himself, and Ace’s tail wags in delight. 

“Since you’re Batman...he should get another winged friend, you know?” Bruce takes the paper from him, and Dick seems uncharacteristically shy so Ace boofs a little in support. 

“So I was thinking...Maybe I could be your Robin?” Bruce hums a little, thoughtful. The costume is awfully bright, and Ace isn’t sure if that will be conducive to the whole I am the Night thing Bruce has going on. 

“Like Robin Hood?” Bruce asks, absently, grabbing a pen to make some adjustments and notes. Dick goes a little quiet at the question, which makes both of them look up at the boy. 

“....My mom, she. Well.” Dick starts, before looking away, clearly struggling. Ace goes over to give his support, feeling Dick relax a bit as he starts petting him. Bruce puts down the paper and gives his full attention, and that seems to bolster the boy enough to stand a little firmer, clearing his throat. 

“My mom, she used to....she used to call me her little Robin, because I was born on the first day of Spring.” Dick finishes, voice cracking a little over the name. They both make sure not to call attention to it. 

After a long silence, Bruce gets up and places a hand on his shoulder.

“I think Robin is a great name, chum.” Ace gives a little bark in agreement, and the watery smile Dick gives them still shines like the sun---a sunshower in the breezes of March.

Danny decided he needed a vacation. He had recently gotten shapeshifting powers in his ghost form, because ectoplasm could be molded and stretched. The only thing that needed to stay the same was his core. He decided to become a puppy, and live out a few years with a good family. Unfortunately, he got involved in a dog fighting ring, and to keep his cover, had to go along with it. But that didn’t stop him from sending messages to the local bats. He’s rescued along with all of the other pups, and Batman had taken a liking to him. He’s named Ace and brought home with Batman. Bruce quickly found out that Ace (Danny) was scarily good at reading people, and after Ace had broken out of a locked cage and saved Batman more than once, that he now had a sidekick that was his dog. Danny was having his best time being a crime fighting dog.

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Are your requests open again? Cuz I've been reading your oral headcanons and they are getting me HOT AND BOTHERED 🔥🔥

If you don't mind can I request some oral headcanons for Malleus, Deuce, Jack, Floyd and Crewel(if you write for the staff, you can make the reader his colleague in his case) with a fem reader? Thanks a lot⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Hello anon!!! Yes I will do my best to deliver >:) BTW this is like sooo long and I’m so sorry it took so long for me to get to this!

Pairings: Malleus x Fem! Reader, Deuce x Fem! Reader, Jack x Fem! Reader, Floyd x Fem! Reader, Crewel x Fem! Professor!Reader

This piece of writing is strictly for 18+ audiences. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact!!

Warnings: dubcon ish for Floyd? Slight voyeurism too for his receiving, sub/dom elements for Crewel

Malleus Draconia x Fem! Reader

Giving

Malleus is into making things like a ritual - including lovemaking of any kind.

He would probably take you to a forest where flowers are laid out gently onto the soft grassy floor, glowing fireflies illuminating the sky with the moon.

Gently, Malleus would lay you down and kiss you from head to toe, literally. Giving praises, telling you how beautiful you are, etc.

Malleus would strip you bare naked and lick his lips. You feel his glowing green eyes trailing across your skin giving you goosebumps.

When you feel his long tongue against your cunt for the first time, you arch your back in pleasure and a soft moan comes out, making the horned man shudder.

Malleus always cares about not hurting you, making sure you’re okay, he wants you to be vocal.

Lord please don’t grab his horns. Grab his horns. He turns into a BEAST and will probably overstimulate you.

“Nnh- M-Malleus..!” You keened under his touch. Malleus’s fingers grazed your skin lightly as you laid on your back, his head currently in between your thighs. He brought his head up and licked his mouth of your juices. “My child of man, please, tell me if I’m hurting you.” He spoke softly. “N-no, it feels so good… Please, keep going…” you hid your face in your arm, too embarrassed about the situation the fae male had you in. You lightly stroked his horns as soon as his head dipped back down.

Suddenly, Malleus released a growl and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, nails close to breaking your skin. “Mm, Y/N… you know what that does to me.” He lowly spoke. His eyes were now trained on your own as he sucked hard on your clit, tongue abusing the bead. You screamed as he continued his ministrations - you were gonna be here for a while.

Receiving

Malleus would be walking with you near Ramshackle dorm when you see a bench in the distance and lead Malleus to it. When he sits down he expected you to join him, only for him to see you drop down to your knees in between his legs.

You want to treat Malleus for being a lovely boyfriend!! Praises and eye contact is not necessary but makes him go crazy for you

When receiving oral, Malleus isn’t shy but something inside him lets butterflies go absolutely wild in his stomach. The fact that it’s his favorite human servicing him makes him all the more excited too!

Malleus’s thick cock would be hard to take in all at once, so you opt to use your hands to pump the base with your fingers.

Malleus has a lot of stamina, you’ll definitely be there for a while. Moaning onto his length and staring into his eyes with lust will make him come closer to climax though!

He would stroke your hair and tell you how beautiful you are and how good you’re making him feel~

Instead of moaning and being loud, he grunts and hums.

Would want to repay your kindness as well if you know what I mean 👀

The dragon fae hummed in approval as your tongue worked his cock. Malleus’s fingers made its way to your hair to massage your head, making you moan.

“My little child of man, I’m getting close… you’re so beautiful.” Throwing his head back, his thrusting into your mouth was becoming faster and sloppier. When he looked back down at you, he swore he could see hearts in your eyes as you stared back into his green orbs. That and the combination of your lewd slurping sounds and the pleasure you were bringing him brought him to release. You squealed as Malleus’s seed shooting down your throat. He watched in wonder as you swallowed, licking your lips. “Tasty, my prince…” you teased Malleus, kissing his thighs.

Deuce Spade x Fem! Reader

Giving

Deuce has little to no experience, let’s be real. He was a bad boy who wasn’t very popular turned into a wanna be good boy. However, he is very eager to please.

What Deuce lacks in skills he makes up for with determination. Maybe it’s the way he aggressively licks up and down your cunt that turns you on, maybe it’s the way he’s trying his best!

Before you can even say where he should focus, he licks on your clit. Deuce notices how much louder you moan when he does that, so he learns quickly that THAT’S the spot for you.

Deuce would definitely moan when he’s eating a good meal 😋 the vibrations from his moaning goes straight to your clit as he’s sucking and slurping on your wet pussy.

Deuce would also want to use his calloused fingers on you in some way - be it fingering you, tweaking your nipples, or even having you suck on them.

“Deuce, th-there, more, please..!” You moaned, hands flying down to his soft navy blue hair. “You really like it, huh?” Deuce’s soft voice was inquisitive but also you heard joy behind it. You wiggled your bottom closer to his face and whined with the loss of touch. “Then, I’ll keep going.” He dove down once again and licked and sucked with more aggression, knowing exactly how to please you. Sweat dripped down his face as you pulled tufts of his hair, grinding your pussy against his mouth.

Receiving

After tutoring Deuce for so long in preparation for an exam, your efforts would come to fruition as he emerges from the classroom with a good grade.

You wanted to reward your boyfriend for doing so well! Take him back to Heartslabyul and deep into the gardens where you knew barely anybody would be at that time. Roses were painted, animals were fed, etc.

Deuce would be confused but blushing profusely when you offer to reward him by sucking his dick, but he doesn’t say no.

When you lay him down and pull down his pants and underwear, his cock springs to life with a bead of precum already leaking from it.

You like to tease Deuce with your fingers first - rubbing the bead of precum all over the tip with your thumb.

Deuce’s moans are heavenly when you finally use your mouth and tongue on him, softly thrusts into your mouth

Once he’s close though he lets his bad side come through - he’s thoroughly facefucking you while talking dirty, calls you names, etc

Wants to cum on you instead of in you, likes to see the way it paints your body!

“Mmh, Deush.!” You slurped and tried to talk while his cock invaded your wet cavern. “Y/N, I’m gonna- I’m so close..” You sped your movements up, the lewd squelching of your mouth becoming louder. “It’s almost like you want us to be caught, filthy slut.” Deuce’s attitude changed while he barked out his words, making your pussy throb. “Yeah? You want me to cum all over your pretty face? I wanna see you covered in my cum.. fuck!!” Deuce pulled away from your lips with an audible pop, pumping his hot cum all over your lips and cheeks. The sight of your puffy lips and blushing with your messy face made his cock twitch again.

Jack Howl x Fem! Reader

Giving

Jack is a more romantic type, prefers to be in a bedroom when he makes love with you, and certainly wants to give you a good time. He wants it to be private because he doesn’t want anybody else to admire you the way he should!

Jack would have you fully naked laying down so he can fully admire your beautiful body.

Leaves a lot of lingering touches all over your body with his fingers and tongue, loves to taste you~

Jack is skilled with his tongue, aggressive too. He uses his fingers and tongue at the same time to please you

Secretly loves if you reach down to pet his ears and head while he goes down on you - sometimes you can see his tail wag 🥺

Leaves marks all over your thighs close to your sex because he wants to show you’re his, but also has enough restraint to put them in places only you both will see.

Jack lapped up at your pussy, lewd noises filled your silent room. You gasped as he flicked your clit with his fingers, adding more pleasure to your body. “J-Jaack.!” You whined at the loss of feeling when Jack pulled away. “Use your words, Y/N…” he whispered, staring into your eyes. You gulped when you saw his entire mouth and chin were glistening with your juices. “Please, Jack, make me cum, I-I’m so close..” you hid your face away in embarrassment. Jack’s cock twitched in his pants and blushed heavily, his tongue going back to work on your cunt. He’ll prove to be your perfect mate.

Receiving

You and Jack would be finishing up a morning jog, a rare occurrence since Vil couldn’t make it this time. After going pretty far out into the woods, you get tired and decide to pause and stretch.

Jack sees your sweat making your skin glow under the early sun accompanied by your panting from being worn out. He turns to look away, but he can’t hide the growing tent in his pants.

Once you take notice you mischievously start to tease him and take off his pants. He’s flustered because, what if someone comes by?! You tell him not to worry since it’s so early and you were pretty far out.

Back resting on a tree, Jack stands while you’re on your knees looking up at him with doe eyes. You lightly palm his heavy cock until it’s fully erect, making eye contact the whole time while putting it in your mouth.

Jack knows you can’t fit the whole thing in there, and he’s usually really considerate of what you want never forcing it to go further down your throat.

Jack likes it if you fondle his balls as well while you use another hand to pump his base.

Whines slightly when he’s close, also begins to wag his tail!! Good boy!!

Also loves to see you with cum on your tongue, whether you wanna swallow or not is up to you~

Grunting and feeling the rough bark on the tree, Jack is preoccupied with the way your mouth takes him so well. You stare up at him with droopy eyes, tongue swirling around the tip, playing with the slit on his cock. When you combo that with playing with his balls, Jack feels something snap inside him. He’s grunting and snarling lowly, thrusting faster into you, eliciting gags and moans. “I- I’m close, Y/N. I’m gonna cum…” Jack’s voice only made you work faster, pumping harder on the base. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, his milky seed exploding onto your tongue not a second later. A series of grunts and followed, as well as kisses and “I love you”’s exchanged between the both of you.

Floyd Leech x Fem! Reader

Giving

POV you are working at the Mostro Lounge and you are suddenly pulled away by a tight grasp around your arm or waist. It’s Floyd, your boyfriend!

Floyd tells you how delicious you looked while working and how he could smell you from the other side of the lounge (bro how?)

You know what he means by “taste you” when he drags you to either the nearest closet, storage room, or maybe his dorm room. You’re flustered and telling him to let you get back to work! Azul would be pissed knowing you both left out of nowhere.

Floyd’s grip tightens on your pants as he pulls them down, and he sees your wetness pooling in your panties already. I imagine Floyd would have no patience and start licking up aggressively up your panties, making a bigger wet spot

Floyd would either rip your panties or just eat you out while pulling them to the side - he’s too impatient and he just NEEDS to taste you

His droopy heterochromatic eyes are TRAINED on yours, he loves seeing the way your body reacts to him!

Squeezes any part of your body he can, your tits, nipples, ass, thighs, etc

“Shrimpyyy~ you taste so good! I knew it was a good idea to ditch work to lick you up~” he giggles furiously, licking again on your swollen clit. “F-Floyd! You, you shouldn’t leave work so suddenly like th- Aaahn~!” You keened, back arching off of his bed. Floyd was now squeezing your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. The stimulation was becoming too much. “Floyd, Floyd!! I’m gonna cum!!” You started moving your hips on your own while hearing Floyd’s laughter resonate on your cunt. “Mm, Shrimpy is becoming so enthusiastic! Cum on my tongue then! I’ll be sure to lick it aaaall up~”

Receiving

Sometimes, when Floyd is in a bad mood all of a sudden, he doesn’t know why. You don’t know why, either. But you do know a way to make him feel better!

When you whisper in his ear, offering to help him, he doesn’t really know what you mean at first. When you explicitly tell him you want to suck his dick, his face immediately brightens! He’ll grab your arm and almost skip on over to a private garden around the school.

When you’re both comfortable, you pull his pants down and his cock bounces back up, already twitching and leaking precum.

Floyd is loud but he does not give a damn. Let people hear how good you’re making him feel! If someone were to stumble by, Floyd would make direct eye contact with them and smirk

Floyd also wants to facefuck you - pulling your head down and thrusting into you when he gets close! He loves the way you slobber and gag all over his cock

He is down to cum anywhere when he’s receiving oral, because he loves cumming in your pussy the most. But when he’s not doing that then anywhere else would suffice!

“Mm!! Floyd, what if someone sees us?” You muttered, suddenly feeling very nervous. You stroked his dick which was covered in a mixture of your saliva and his precum. Floyd suddenly pulled your mouth back onto his cock and kept thrusting, making you squeal in surprise. “Don’t worry, Shrimpy!! I’ll protect you, and besides, I think they should see how well you’re taking MY cock!” As you closed your eyes and kept suckling on his length, Floyd’s eyes narrowed dangerously towards the rustling sounds coming through the bushes. “And, I’ll deal with them accordingly.” Floyd’s tone was suddenly very serious, reassuring you as you kept working on pleasing him.

Divus Crewel x Fem! Professor! Reader

Giving

Your relationship with Crewel was only a rumor amongst students, two teachers dating is pretty taboo even in the magical world! When asked if you two were an item, both of you waved off the question and denied all rumors, saying you were only friends.

After a particularly stressful day of grading exam papers and dealing with unruly students, you go to Crewel’s office after classes are done to unwind, simply to rant.

Crewel offers a more… physical way to destress. He snakes his gloved hands up your thigh inch by inch, fingers trailing closer to your lacy pair of underwear that he bought you himself.

After locking his office door, Crewel seats you on his desk, using some accessories on you. He would blindfold you, tie your hands, etc!

Hiking up your skirt he gently removes your panties and rips a hole in your pantyhose if you’re wearing any 👀

Crewel wants you to use your words~ he loves hearing his favorite professor beg for release, loves watching your face contort with pleasure because of him

He loves your noises and actually would punish you if you tried to hide them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he liked using toys on you to further your pleasure~

Gives you the sexiest eyes and smirks when you tell him you’re going to cum

“Oh- oh Great Seven, Divus…” you moan. Your arms were tied behind you as Crewel’s signature red tie obscured your vision. As he flicks his tongue over your clit with fervor you can feel how his fingers scissor open your wet pussy. “Oh, haaanh, shit!!!” You closed your legs instinctively, and gasped when he forces them back open. He tsks and stops altogether, eliciting a pained whine from your throat. “Now now darling, you know what happens to naughty girls, right?” You knew. He wouldn’t let you cum, at least not for a while. “N-no, master, I promise I’ll be good, I’ll be so good! Please, please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl for you, master Divus..!” You whined, tears staining his red tie. Crewel knew how stressful your day was so he decided to let you off the hook. “Mm, fine pup, you’ve had a stressful day. Cum on my tongue, if you so wish~”

Receiving

As much as Crewel loves giving oral, he LOVES receiving from you. You would be crouched down under his desk after hours while he’s grading papers.

It all starts with him texting you about how he “needs help grading.” You don’t expect THIS kind of help, but the idea gets you excited nonetheless.

Crewel would be sadistic - stuffing a vibrator into your pussy or ass while he’s having you service his cock. It’s not necessarily for your own pleasure but more for the idea of him controlling your orgasms and seeing you fall apart under him.

Has a remote that controls the speed and intensity of his toys~

Has a poker face the majority of the time when you’re doing it in his office until he’s close~

Oh! He also likes putting a choker and leash around your neck to see how obedient you are ❤️

Divus pulled lightly on the leash around your neck, signaling he wanted you to go deeper. You obliged, moaning around his cock. The vibrator that was plunging into your cunt had you practically dripping onto the floor beneath you. Your bottom half writhed in pleasure as your noises sent vibrations through to Crewel. “My beautiful pet, I’m getting close… be a good girl and cum with me, won’t you?” He suddenly grabbed a remote and raised the intensity of the vibrator to max, causing you to scream around his cock. “Mmph!!” You began to suck harder, tears rolling down your face onto his thighs. When Crewel finally saw your eyes rolling back he suddenly released his hot seed into your throat, making you sputter and gag. You swallowed and proceeded to open your mouth to Crewel who was pleased with your empty mouth. “What a good girl for me…”

[nikkisheep]

The heart wants what the heart wants (Final Part)

Steve harrington x reader

Warnings: Fluff, kissing (Making out), slight suggestive talk

Summary: You finally got the boy.

Tag list: @sundarksposts, @dig1taldruglord, @fujiihime, @louweasleymalfoy, @mess-in-side, @khaylin27, @drxwstxrkxy, @ilovedilfs32

Steve's soft hair is in my grasp and I pant against him. His hands were on my hips and pulled me closer, wanting to feel me against him. My heart pounded in my ears, it was all I could hear. I could feel myself getting worked up as the passionate kiss continues.

One of Steve's hands comes up to cup my jaw and tilt my head back. He kisses deeper and I pull harder onto his hair. I smiled into the kiss when I felt his hand, on my hip, pull me closer to him. It was as if he let me go, I would fade into the darkness.

Steve started walking me back and I landed on his car. I smile while looking up at him. The moon was shinning bright on his face and he looked heavenly. We decided to let the fire burn between us, I feel pure electricity shoot down my spine. I wrap my arms around his neck and press closer to him. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt and felt along my lower stomach. I shivered at the touch.

"Steve," I choke out.

"Hm?"

"Inside, now."

I looked around us and realized Steve had one knee on the car and one on the gorund. I was laying against the car hood. I laughed before pulling him into another kiss. This time he picks me up, legs wrapping around his slim waist and he carried me to the door. He presses me against the front door and I groan at the contact. Steve claims my lips again, we broke momentarily when we made contact to the door.

"Steve, we are still outside," I giggle. Steve pulls back and kisses my chin.

"I'm sorry but you are just to pretty not to kiss."

"Take me inside and we will see how much kissing you can do," I tease.

"Yes ma'am."

Steve opened the door and carried me to the couch. He drops me for a second, to catch his breath while sitting. I look down at him and liked how things are going. I push on his chest, leaning on the back of the couch. I climb into his lap, legs straddling him. I grab his shirt and pull him up to my lips. He groans and I lick at his lips, begging for entrance. He allows my tongue to carress his own. His taste imprinting into my mouth. He tasted of mint with a hint of beer. It was intoxicating.

His hands roamed my body, touching my thighs, my back, my arms. His hands finally settled back onto my waist and my hands ventured up his shirt. I felt his stomach and loved the feeling of his soft skin under my fingertips. I rake my nails down his taunt stomach and he hisses, allowing me to devour his mouth again. We fought for control, Steve won when he picked me up and started carrying me up stairs. I break away for a breath before he claims me again.

His lips are soft on my neck when he lays me softly on my bed. He leans over me and continues to kiss my neck. I gasp lightly when he sucks a mark on my pulse point. I closed my eyes and felt his hands running up and down my sides. I take off my shirt and Steve attacks my chest. I grip his hair with one hand and the other was grasping his back. I was a moaning mess at the stimulation Steve was applying to my neck and collarbones.

"You are so beautiful," Steve says.

"Are you just saying that because you are getting to see my boobs?" I ask, joking.

"No, although it is a bonus for me."

I giggle which cuts off into a gasp when Steve licks up from my chest to my jaw. It was dirty when he claimed my lips again. I run my hands against his back and grip onto his shirt when he kisses my jaw again. I smile while he stares into my eyes, everything suddenly felt more intimate. Dispite I was only in a bra and skirt with Steve on top of me, everything changed.

"I'm not going to make love to you tonight, I have to take you out to dinner first." Steve said.

I giggled.

"I'm serious," He said with a smile.

"Right but what if I want you to make love to me tonight," I ask.

"Well, you have wait." He laughs.

He rolls off of me and moves to get my shirt and helps me put it on. He lays down and pulls me into his chest. We cuddle until I start to doze off.

"Hey, sleepyhead you can go to sleep." Steve says, kissing my head.

"M'kay. Promise to be here when I wake up," I tell him.

"I am never leaving you again," Steve says and with that I fall asleep in the love of my life's arms.

I finally got the boy. The heart finally got what the heart wanted. It finally got to call Steve Harrington, mine.

[rotworld]

hi! So there was mention of wedding ritual 👀 Is that something you can expand on or will it be explored on a piece later on?

one wedding ritual, coming right up lmao! normally consent is ambiguous at best, but this particular tradition requires enthusiastic consent from the reader. the reader has also probably been with the pack for a while at this point.

->ormkell/reader. explicit; contains mention of pack dynamics, mild feral behavior, knotting, outdoor sex and disgustingly sweet romantic escapades.

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The meadow is perhaps the pack’s best kept secret. You’d never found it before today. 

It’s further inland, a long hike from the den. The further you go from trade routes pounded into the dirt by hoof and wagon wheel, the more ferocious the forest becomes. Spiny walls of evergreen needles and curling thornbush dot the hilly woodlands. Most would turn back rather than risk getting hopelessly lost in the green sprawl, but Ormkell leads you through it, hand in hand, without fear. He moves with effortless grace and excitement, holding brambly twigs aside and helping you over fallen logs and rivers. You reach the clearing suddenly. Ormkell pushes past a cluster of trees and it’s there—a cloudless, starry sky. A swaying sea of moon-dyed grasses and wildflowers. 

Ormkell laces your fingers together. He takes a slow step forward, waiting for you to follow. You can feel a light tremor in his body, nervousness peeking through. “We’re the first,” he says, smiling at you almost shyly. “None of the others have taken a mate here.”

Joining is what the wolves call it. You didn’t understand at first. Ormkell took what he wanted from you the night they found you. You’ve laid with him in the nest, and elsewhere. But standing here, the cold night breeze making you shiver and lean instinctively into him, you think you’re starting to see. This feels different. The others aren’t here. It’s just the two of you in this little, private world, no one but you and the stars.

Ormkell chooses a spot in the wildflowers, laying down a pelt he carried all this way over his shoulder. He cups your face in his hands and studies you, and his smile makes your heart ache. “Rabbit,” he says quietly, “I’m not always the strongest wolf. I get overwhelmed easily. I worry about things. I rely on the alpha so much more than the others do. I know that. But you never look at me like I’m weak. When I worry, you put my mind at ease. Every day I wake up with you beside me, I realize that this isn’t a dream. You really chose me. Even after you met the others, you still thought I was worthy.” He stops, pauses to steady himself and breathe deeply. “Would you join with me?” 

Asking is a formality. He asked you weeks ago. You told him you wanted this. You hiked all this way, made him slow his pace and help you through the sharpest parts of the forest, leaned against him when you tired, shared food and water when you rested. The pack is your home now, and Ormkell is your north star. “Yes,” you tell him, “I will join with you.” 

Ormkell lets out a long, relieved breath, as though he truly believed you might refuse. It’s hard not to rush. He’s hungry for you, and you want to feel him, but you both want this to last. Ormkell sheds what little clothing he wore for the journey and kneels before you, nuzzling against your stomach. Each layer of clothing you lose beckons his hands to your newly exposed skin. He kisses you, worships anything he can touch. You peel off your underlayers and Ormkell buries his head between your thighs, licking and sucking eagerly at your throbbing sex. You’re torn between pushing him away and keeping him there, threading your fingers through his short, snowy hair. 

“Ormkell,” you say between whimpers and moans, bucking against the warmth of his mouth. “I”m not going to last—” 

He cuts you off with a swirl of his tongue, his hands kneading your ass and encouraging you to grind against him. “You don’t have to,” he tells you, a growling vibration against your heated flesh. This is new. Ormkell has tasted you before, but not like this, not with such singular focus and enthusiasm, not urging you to tug his hair and whining in delight when you do. He looks up at you with a debauched expression, utterly blissed out from the scent and taste of you. Your legs are trembling and you cling to him as he brings you to the edge, crying out his name. Ormkell is unbothered by the frantic pace of your hips and encourages you, holding you against him until your frantic rutting stops. 

You would fall if he wasn’t there to catch you, you think. Ormkell lowers you onto your back and then you’re the one under him. He smiles, licking your pleasure from his wet, swollen lips. He takes you like this first, facing him, looking into his hazy, lovestruck gaze. The moon haloes him in shining silver as he lifts your hips and lines himself up with your entrance, pumping his length slowly into full hardness. “If it gets to be too much, you have to say something,” he tells you. There’s a hard, growling edge to his words, the wolf slipping through. “I’ll hear you. I’ll listen, I promise. But if you don’t tell me to stop, I won’t. I’m going to have you every way I can tonight.” 

The thick head of Ormkell’s cock always makes you gasp and writhe. He soothes you right away, his hand stroking your sex and making you open up to him. You’re already winded and lightheaded with overstimulation, halfway to another orgasm. You can’t imagine what you’ll feel like once the night’s over. Ormkell keeps the pace slow and gentle but you can feel him struggling. His hips stutter and every other thrust is a little harder, a little quicker than the last. He gets restless, lifting your hips and holding you in a bruising grip, pulling you into his movements like a toy, and even that doesn’t satisfy him. 

“Sorry, I,” he can’t quite get the words out, panting, pawing at your side. “Roll over. Onto your stomach. Like that, rabbit.” It used to scare you when he’d take you like this. Ormkell would slip away, you thought, and the wolf would take over. His voice would get lower and rumbling, his movements would get harsher, his nails would draw blood. He’d take you two, three times on your knees and still need more, humping against your exhausted body while you were still knotted together. 

You know better now. Ormkell doesn’t go anywhere. He and his wolf are one and the same, and you would be lavished with affection and gentle kisses in the afterglow. He would be understanding if you lagged behind while out gathering supplies for the pack, regarding you with a small, satisfied smile and offering to carry you back to the den. You’ve grown to love this, not only for what follows but for the act itself. This is Ormkell—all of him, holding nothing back.

“Tell me,” he insists. “Tell me if you don’t like it.” He’s getting clumsy in his excitement, struggling to mount you properly because he can’t stop rutting, his cock slipping between your thighs and past your entrance, dragging with delicious friction against your sex. Your mate whines, overcome by gratitude and desire, when you adjust yourself, resting your head against the softness of the pelt and raising your hips. “I dreamed about this,” he confesses breathlessly, his weight settling over your back. It gives you an excited thrill when he plants his legs beside yours and you feel the press of his cock against you, the teasing push against your entrance. “I’ve thought about our joining for months. I thought about it, night and day. It’s so embarrassing, rabbit. I spilled my seed into my own fist so many times, imagining it was you instead.” 

You feel the wolf in the slow sink of him into your body, how he fights not to snap his hips. He wants to be inside. He wants to fuck you and fill you, over and over again. You reach back blindly and—your fingers just graze the hot, swollen flesh of his knot, already starting to throb further up his shaft. Ormkell keens from just the slightest touch and slams into you. He kisses your nape, a silent apology. He trails his lips along the side of your neck to your shoulder, tasting you, leaving marks. His playful nips quickly turn to bites. He sinks his teeth into your flesh as he blankets your body with his and starts to fuck you hard. It’s a brutally fast mating pace, pain and pleasure mingled. One of his claws sinks into your hip and the other tangles in the grass beside your head, engulfing your smaller, human hand. 

You cum long before he does. You hear Ormkell snarl and he bites you again as he struggles to move through the clench of your body, but he doesn’t let up. He refuses to stop mating you. Months of daydreams, weeks of planning, and now he gets to make you his. You hear his dazed mumbling as he rubs his jaw against your neck, “mate” and “rabbit” and “love you, love you so much,” a frantic whisper as he bears down on you even harder. It’s a heady mix of feral, animalistic fucking and tenderness, the constant slap of his hips against yours as his cock fills you, the affection in his nuzzling and scenting. All you can see with your head pressed into the ground is where your hands join together in the grass, Ormkell’s thick, inhuman claws wrapped around your hand with unbelievable love and affection. 

When you cum again, it’s too much. You drag him with you. Ormkell chooses a spot between your neck and shoulder for the bite, a deeper, more painful mark than the others. His jaw clenches and you feel the spill of your blood beneath his lips as his hips piston and his thrusts turn to short, desperate rutting as he fights to squeeze his knot inside you. The pressure is almost unbearable. Even stretched, you struggle to take him. He noses against you, rumbling softly as you whine and squirm under him. Just when you think you’re full, he starts to cum. His hips pump and his knot catches against you. Ormkell moans your name. His trembling hands reach around to press against your sex.

The air cools your overheated skin. Ormkell wraps around you and settles on his side. “We’re not done, are we?” you say. Ormkell chuckles, tangling your legs together. “I’m not complaining,” you insist. “This has been on my mind too, you know. Ever since you mentioned it. You’re not the only one who thought about it.”

Ormkell’s hand caresses you, sliding along your hip. “You should tell me what you thought about,” he says, nipping your ear. “Anything at all, no matter how small. I want to hear it. We’ll do it all tonight.” 

“First,” you say, feeling a little sheepish suddenly, “could we look at the stars for a while?” 

Your mate gently catches your chin with his hand, urging you to look back and meet a sweet, passionate kiss. The moon hangs overhead, as brilliant and beautifully silver as your wolf.