#inside of you are two wolves both want to be your stress relief

[feralattentionwhore]

Look, I'm just saying, angry hate fucking, when I'm not expecting it would really do something for my mental health. I don't know what it would do but I guess we'll have to find out together <3

[my-emotional-self]

Toxic Love Chapter 2

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Finding out your soulmates were Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes was one thing.  But when someone from your past comes back to haunt you, you have to figure out if a relationship with two super soldiers is something you really want to pursue or if you’d rather go back to your comfortable single life.

Series Warnings:  18+, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, past mentions of rape, self-harm, attempted rape, domestic violence, stalking, death threats, possible Dark!Steve?, Steve will be an asshole a LOT in this series but I don’t know how dark it will get, explicit sexual content, mental health issues, kind of A/B/O dynamics but not really (no they are not actual wolves, more like the hierarchy)

A/N: There will be no taglist for this story!  I apologize in advance!

So it was true.  Confirmed.  Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were your soulmates.  Not that it bothered you much, it just wasn’t something you were planning on happening.  Things didn’t end too good with your last, well, and only, boyfriend.  Not ending good meaning he was in prison, at the moment. You weren’t sure when he was going to be getting out.  

Looking down at your arm, you lightly traced your finger over Steve and Bucky’s mark.  Here is the thing about your soulmate marks. Everyone has soulmate marks, at least two; yours and your soulmates.  But sometimes there are more and everyone has an ‘order’ for their marks. Think of it as a hierarchy.  The mark in top is in charge, kind of like the ‘alpha’ of the relationship while the mark at the bottom is at the bottom of the hierarchy.  It would make sense that Steve’s mark was on the top.  Hell, he was Captain America after all.  It just was the way it was and nobody complained about it.

There was also another unique trait to finding your soulmates, at least what you’ve read about. Once you find your soulmate, or in your case, soulmates, slowly you can begin to feel each other, kind of like a sixth sense or intuition.  You’d never known anyone who could actually be able to do this and you didn’t know if there had to be somewhat of a strong bond between soulmates, but you always thought that was pretty cool.  Like if something ever bad happened to you, maybe you soulmates could sense your fear. But then again, maybe that was just a fairytale.  

Lost again in your own mind, like you always were when Steve’s rough voice brought you back to the present. “Let’s sit down and talk,” he bellowed.

On shaky feet you followed him towards the couches and sat down.  Steve stood on the other side of the coffee table, his thick arms crossed in front of his chest.  Your eyes roamed over his form, mouth going dry at the sight of him.  The scowl on his face nearly made you coil back, as if his look burned you.  You were unsure why he looked so pissed, so angry and you didn’t know if you wanted to figure it out or not.  The biggest thought weighing on your mind was if you wanted to go through with a relationship at all right now, even if they were your soulmates.  

The couch dipped next to you and you couldn’t help but return Bucky’s smile.  Something about his smile made him look innocent, angelic, but you knew he was far from that.  Oh yes, you heard all about the Winter Soldier and everything those Hydra bastards did to him.  But you also knew that he was better now, he was an Avenger, fighting for the right side.

“So,” you began to say, the silence and tension thick in the air as you stared down at the ground.  

“What’s your name?” Steve barked out, causing you to jump slightly.  

A rough yet gently hand was placed at your back and you quickly realized it was Bucky’s.  “Jesus Stevie, can you be any more of an asshole right now?” came Bucky’s reply as his hand soothed up and down your back.  

He was right, Steve was being an asshole, but it was nothing, absolutely nothing compared to your ex-boyfriend.  This was a cake walk compared to him.  “Y/N, my name is Y/N,” you replied as confidentially as you could, trying to show Steve that you weren’t afraid of him or scared of his intimidating tactics.  

“Well Y/N, I’m Steve and that’s Bucky but I’m guessing you already knew that,” he replied, letting out a huff of annoyance as he looked at his watch.  “Look, I don’t have a lot of time for this right now so let’s just get to the basics,” he began.  “This is mine and Bucky’s living quarters.  There is another bedroom down the hallway if you want to move in. There is a communal kitchen and living room a few floors down that we all share, including the other soulmates. Most of the time we all eat together when possible and do movie nights at least once a week in the communal area. If you want to move in, you will also have a hobby room on the communal floor just like everybody else.  So what do you say?”

Well, it wasn’t the best speech you’ve ever heard from someone trying to get you to move in with them. Hell, your ex-boyfriend wooed you with flowers and romance for months before you finally gave in.  But this wasn’t your ex-boyfriend.  This was your soulmate, both of them, but you were still unsure.  Your own apartment was calling your name, wanting you to come back to the safety and comfort that was your home.  Did you really want to just up and move in with your soulmates?  Most people did once they met their soulmates, but you were still teetering on the fence.  This was the Avengers Tower after all and what place could possibly be more safe than that?

“Umm, can I…can I think about it?” you questioned, eyes slowly glancing up to meet Steve’s.

His large hands were on his narrow hips, his mouth in a tight line.  “Fine.  Do what you need to do.  I have to get back to work.”  And with that being said, he marched over to the elevator and slammed the button.  

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when Steve disappeared into the elevator, leaving you alone with Bucky.  

“Come on doll, I’ll bring you home,” he spoke with a soft voice.  

Looking to him, you smiled. “Thanks Bucky, but you don’t have to. I only live about a mile away.”

His whole body shook with a quiet laugh.  “I don’t think so.  No soulmate of mine is going to be walking the streets of New York at dark.”

~~~

The walk home was nice. Bucky was a gentleman as you asked him questions about his life growing up and being with Steve.  As it turns out, Steve and Bucky weren’t lovers, just best friends, more like brothers.  You felt embarrassed after you found that out, assuming they were together, but he reassured you it was fine and that it happens all the time.  You always assumed if there was more than one soulmate, everyone was together intimately, but now you knew that wasn’t the case.  Those with multiple soulmates didn’t mean everyone was intimate.  They could be a brother figure, a mother or father figure, or just best friends.  But you had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the case with you if you decided to give this relationship a try.  No, you could feel deep inside that things would be intimate with both men.  

“I don’t think Steve likes me very much,” you blurted out like word vomit.  

Bucky sighed next to you as the two of you stopped in front of your door.  “I know Steve wasn’t on his best behavior tonight and I apologize for that.  He’s been stressed because he keeps getting new leads about someone but it keeps falling through.  Steve can be an asshole, but he isn’t normally like that. ��It was just bad timing is all.  Please be open minded about this and give it a few days.  Why don’t you come back to the tower on Friday night and we can discuss what you decide?”

Friday night was two days away.  Two days to think about everything.  “I think I can manage that,” you agreed with a small grin.  

Bucky smiled back, giving you a nod and wishing you a good night.  

In the safety of your apartment, the first thing you did was grab a glass of water and dig your medications out of your purse.  Placing the pills in your mouth, you swallowed a gulp of water and sighed in relief.

The next thing you did was take off your clothes and get into your comfies; a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, your favorite combination.  

Lastly, you dropped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling, contemplating what you were going to do. Yes, Steve was being a douche bag tonight, but you could handle that.  Words and attitude were easy to deal with as your ex-boyfriend was that way. But that wasn’t all.  He had turned into a violent monster and you were lucky to get out when you did; you knew for a fact you wouldn’t be alive today if you were still with him.  

So yes, you caught Steve at a bad time and he was a douchebag, but you would give him the benefit of the doubt.  Not the greatest first impression but you could get over it.  

At the same time, is a relationship, not just with one person but two, something you were really ready for?  You rather enjoyed your single life.  Going to bed when you wanted and staying up as late as you could.  There were usually rules that were enforced when it came to soulmates, especially if you were at the bottom.  Usually the ‘alpha’ of the relationship had rules they wanted their soulmate to oblige and you didn’t know how stern those rules could be.  But you hoped you could also compromise those rules if needed.  

Just then, a sheet of paper slid under your door and you rolled your eyes.  You knew what it was before you even got out of bed to grab it.

Taking the paper in your hands, you went back to your bed and opened the note.  

Payback is a bitch.  Just like you.  Ready or not, here I come babe.

-J

Rolling your eyes, you dug beneath your bed and pulled out a small box.  Inside the box sat 15 other notes just like the one you received.  It was from your ex.  John was still in prison, this much you knew, so it was a friend of his dropping it off.  But you knew you were safe, for the time being, as long as John was in prison.  He was too proud to let anyone else do the damage he had done to you.  Oh yes, he liked to do it himself and you knew he wouldn’t let anyone else hurt you, except for him.  

You had gone to the police about the notes, but because there was no actual evidence and he was still in prison, nothing could be done about it.  

As you looked over the multiple notes with the same kind of threats on each, you thought maybe perhaps it would be a good idea to move into the Avengers Tower.  At least you would stop getting these threats….right?

[lavishedinjimin]

Room 109 -> jjk (m)

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: werewolf!au ↳ word count: 6.7k ↳ warnings: alpha!jungkook, omega!reader, omega is in heat, mating, knotting, dirty talk, female solo masturbation, unprotected sex (stay safe!), jk is proud of his size lol, multiple orgasms, pregnancy kink — synopsis: Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch. 

A/N: I hope this oneshot can heal all of your thirsty, sexually frustrated souls. Also, this is my first time writing about a/b/o fics so please go easy on me. Please enjoy! 

Let’s face it, your college entrance exams were hard enough but finding a decent apartment that was close to your university and wasn’t gender-neutral was harder.

Almost all of the closest residencies were full and booked of students that were about to experience a new chapter of their life. College. You get stressed very easily, and the fact that there are almost no more apartments that accepts only girls freaks you out. You are not going to share a goddamn room with a boy. Hell no.

“Mom…” you mewl as you cradled closer to your mother’s side with your laptop in front of you, “They’re all full.” You whimpered when the words ‘Sorry! We are fully booked right now! Try searching for other apartments that attain your satisfaction.’

“No baby,” she hushes you sweetly, wrapping an arm around your small body while caressing your arm. “Don’t give up just yet.”

Trust me, you were close to giving up.

It wasn’t about the point that you hate boys – you don’t. You just don’t trust them. It’s hard to earn your trust, and your parents raised you like that. Your pack had a history of betrayal and treachery from other wolves, and was once a powerful pack was now fragile and weak. Most of your friends were Omegas like you, but they have Alphas to look after them.

The only Alpha friend… well – he’s not necessarily a friend was a guy from your high school, Hyejun.  

He once was a part of the pack but with the influence of his father, they left, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. Packs were always there for each other, it was their sole promise. They were the first ones to leave the group. It was surprising that your father didn’t go to try and kill them instantly. Strangely enough, Hyejun never stopped looking after you. Whenever an Alpha tries to make a move on you, Hyejun would somehow pop in and protect you. That was in high school, though. And now you were in college and you had no idea where he is now.

Just the thought of sharing a whole residence with an Alpha creates creepy tingles down your spine.

It was now a week before school starts and you still have no place to live. Without further thinking, you huffed and opened your laptop.

‘Gender neutral apartments near me’

Your eyes widened when you opened a website that was full of apartments that were still available. “Mom,” you called out, and within no more than five seconds she was right behind you, bending down as she rests her hands on the couch.

“Oh, darling! You’ve finally found a – oh.”

“Mom, I know, it’s the only ones that aren’t fully booked.” You spoke desperately.

“Y/n, daughter,” she sighs and walks around to sit on the space beside you. “If there’s no more choice then I guess we have to take the chances.”

“T-Take the chances of what?”

You mother smiles at you, “You know what. It’s better than to live so far away from your school, yeah?”

You look down, “I guess so…”

“Hey, liven up, baby,” she giggles, “Let’s not worry too much. There’s still a chance that you’ll have a nice young lady as your roommate.”

You pursed your lips, nodding. There was no time to hold up a grudge, you need to do what you had to do.

~

“Y/l/n Y/n.” You told the clerk behind the glass countertop, gripping your backpack and your suitcase tightly. She nods and starts typing on her computer whilst readjusting the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“Room 109. Shared with Mr. Jeon Jungkook, am I right?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, slumping your shoulders.

“Great! Here are your keys,” she hands you two keys, “and please let Mrs. Han over here take you to your room.” A middle-aged woman appears in your vision, wearing a clean blazer uniform. ‘A beta’, you spoke to yourself, smelling her scent.

“Follow me, miss Y/l/n.”

She leads you to an elevator and presses the fourth floor. It was a very awkward silence, and you didn’t know what to do but to just stay put in a corner. You know she can smell you. And you wished that she was just another human, just like the woman behind the counter.  

She suddenly grabs a hold of your suitcase before you could even touch it, and it made you surprised. She smiles politely, “Let me help you.”

Following right behind her, you both walk along clean white hallways. The floor was glossy black tiles, and the sounds of her heels clicking was the only noise that you could hear – except for the harsh beating of your heart. You were so nervous to meet this Jungkook man, and there were so many questions running through your mind.

‘Was he a normal human? Was he a werewolf too? Is he perhaps an Alpha? Beta? Oh, please, be an Omega. Is he nice? Or would he be loud? I wish he doesn’t smoke – I swear to God if he smokes I’m going to leave this place in a flash.’

“Excuse me miss, we’re here.”

Mrs. Han’s voice departed you from your thoughts and you immediately straightened yourself up. “Oh, s-sorry,” you smile pathetically, readjusting your straps.

The woman just grins and lends you your suitcase back. “Well, I’ll be leaving you here. Please, if you have any questions, you are free to go down the lobby. Other information is stated on the documents we gave you. Have a nice day –”

“Do you know who Jeon Jungkook is?”

Your eyes were wide as you spoke, frantically wanting an answer. Mrs. Han knows what you mean, and she sighs.

“Jeon Jungkook, sweetie, is an Alpha.”

Oh, of course he is.

You were about to throw another tantrum, hell – you wanted to throw up, but she quickly places her hands on your shoulders reassuringly. “Y/n, I just want you to keep safe. He can be a little too much sometimes, but try to make an alliance with him. Don’t get into his bad side, okay?”

You shake your head vigorously, “I won’t.”

“Good, now go in there. We don’t have all day.” She leaves you with a final smile and turns away, heels clicking.

You shut your eyes, throwing your head back. ‘This is my worst nightmare’.

With sweaty hands, you use the keys on the lock and turned the doorknob. You pushed the door slightly, peeking to see if anyone’s inside. You opened the door halfway, and you sigh in relief when you saw no one. “Thank God.”

You pulled your large pink suitcase in and shut the door behind you. Ahead of you were a kitchen and a living room – a decent size for two people. The walls were painted in beige with white trims. ‘I could get used to this’, you thought.

You take a look around, noticing that there were things already placed on some shelves. You cringed when you saw how disorganized the cupboards were. Empty jars of Nutella and peanut butter, expired milk, and many more. Great job, Jungkook.

Speaking of Jungkook – your eyes expand when you see a man who just walked out from a bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower body.

You shrieked as you covered your eyes, instantly turning around. You mentally cursed yourself that you know have the image of his half-naked body engraved in your mind. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t m-mean to!” You stumbled on your words, panting heavily from shame.  

Jungkook, on the other hand, clenches his jaw from your sweet and heavenly scent. ‘She’s an omega’, he thinks, and a smirk slowly crept up his lips. ‘Maybe having a roommate wouldn’t be bad after all’.

Jungkook releases a deep chuckle as he stares at your small figure. He doesn’t try to walk closer to you, knowing that it might scare you. He knows he can radiate a strong aura for new people.

“It’s alright, you can turn around.”

His statement shocks you and you shake your head side to side. Funny enough, you still kept your eyes closed with your hands, even though you were already facing away from him. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“But why?” Jungkook pushes, loving your cute reaction, “We’re roommates now, dear, you’ll have to get used to seeing me shirtless.”

You gulp at his words, suddenly feeling your blood rush into your cheeks. Jungkook smirks when he feels the air in the room change, he knows what he’s doing to you. The wolf in him smells your lovely scent, and he indulges himself in it. He slowly walks closer to your body until there’s a one-foot distance. Your breath hitches up, afraid to breathe. ‘I need to calm down…’

“I’m sorry if I react like this, sweetheart. It’s been a while since I’ve encountered a female omega. I forgot how addicting their scent can be…” he trails off, the last sentence spoke in a mutter as he leans his head down to the crook of your neck. You flinch when you felt his hot breath on your skin, goosebumps arising.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I don’t bite.” He says smugly and you can practically feel the smirk wearing on his face. You jump when he places both of his hands on your hips. “H-hey—”

He swiftly turns you around so you were now facing him. His hair was still damp, some of it covering his eyes. You couldn’t even dare to look down, yet you can see how muscular he was on the very bottom of your eyes. Your stare wavered when he made eye contact with you, his eyes holding so much authority and control.

“May I get your name, pretty girl?”

You chew on your bottom lip with the petname he gave for you, eyes blinking twice – three times.

“Y/n.”

“Y/n,” your name rolls out of his tongue so perfectly, his voice so pleasing. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jungkook.” He smiles, showing off his pearly whites. That smile that probably makes a lot of girls – and boys – heart to flutter. Every word you knew was stripped out of your head as you didn’t know what to reply.

Realizing that you were still on his grip, you held onto his wrists and pushed them away from your body.

“U-Umm, nice t-to meet you.” You force an awkward smile, gripping the handle of your suitcase tightly to ensure your balance.

Stepping back, you finally see a clearer vision of his appearance. He was tall – really tall, probably a head and a half taller than you. He was built really nicely, his figure strong to protect his pack as he was born to do.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, smiling smugly when he notices you staring at him for far too long.

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry… I better get to my room now.” You mumble, proceeding to go…actually—you didn’t know where you were going.

“Here,” he chuckles as he moves your hand away from your suitcase and he grabs a hold of it instead, “I’ll show you your room.”

You follow Jungkook behind him and let me tell you, his back muscles were unbelievably impressive. ‘Why isn’t he ashamed by all this? He’s only wearing a towel, for god’s sake!’

“I’m sorry I didn’t clean the area, I wasn’t told that you were coming today.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. But it’s okay though.” You replied, smiling politely even though he can’t see you.

He leads you to a white door and stops in front of it. “After you,” he smiles and you thank him quietly, the blush on your face still clear and evident. You open the door and you smile brightly when you see how spacious it was. You walk further inside and notice the neat, twin-sized bed.

“I promise you that this room was locked when I got here. The management only opened this when you booked it.”

You ran your hands on the soft mattress of the bed, “Did they clean it?”

“Of course they did, sweetheart.” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your eyes widened for a split second before you clench your jaw. “Stop calling me that,” you fight the urge of blushing once again, not making any eye contact with his own burning irises. You didn’t like what you were feeling – you didn’t like that you felt so frail under his overwhelming watch.

“You’re body’s telling me something else though, Y/n.” he walks around to face you with a sly smile plastered on his face. You didn’t look directly at his face, but you were faced right in front of his built arms. Some beads of water were still tripling down his skin and cause you to gulp. His biceps flex involuntarily, beautifully-toned abs right in front of your view. It was mouthwatering. You tried to fix your direction somewhere else, but his body was just begging to be seen.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You mumbled. Jungkook doesn’t say anything else – thankfully – and he smiles at you.

“Well, I guess I’ll be leaving you here. Please make yourself at home,” he steps back with a handsome grin, shaking his wet hair away from his eyes. “You’re free to do anything, just don’t eat my food, okay?”

You crease your brows together, wanting to chuckle at his statement, “I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good.” He proceeds to walk to the door, “See you around, Y/n.”

~

“Must you always stay quiet all the time?” Jungkook suddenly plops beside you on the couch, interrupting your daily reading session. You can see his face close to your left shoulder on the corner of your eyes, trying to analyze whatever you’re reading.

“Well, a person doesn’t blabber around when they’re reading, huh, Jungkook?” You snap, clearly annoyed at him. You were just about to enter the goddamned war scene of the story. “I’m sorry that I don’t give you the attention you always want.” You roll your eyes, fixing your gaze back on your book.

Jungkook looks taken aback from your words, causing him to raise a single brow up. “Hmm, someone’s got a sharp tongue.” He leans closer to you, making you feel timid. His mouth was so close to your ear, and his breathing sent shivers all over your system. “I never would’ve thought that you can be so bratty,” he growls the last few words in a deep voice.

Bratty? You shifted in your seat, feeling a little bit weird. You didn’t like to be called a brat, it makes you feel degraded.

“I’m sorry,” you ended up saying that in a whisper, cautiously lifting your head to look back up at him. Jungkook’s heart beats faster on his chest, seeing your big eyes staring at him so innocently and so cutely.

Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

Jungkook chuckles, “It’s okay, sweetheart. How’s abooouuut…” he drags, scooting closer to you, “How’s about I treat you to lunch? You know, get to know each other a bit more. I’ll pay.”

You didn’t hesitate to nod your head, agreeing to his offer. You instantly placed your bookmark and closed the book as you sprinted back to your room to get ready. Anything for free food.

Jungkook laughs at your adorability, watching you shuffle excitedly. He brings his hand up to his lip, playing with it. He was just as eager as you are – but for different reasons.

~

It’s been approximately nine days since you’ve been living with Jungkook, and let me tell you, it was a tough nine days.

You would’ve thought that he would lose this sultry and sensual attitude of his around you after a few days but no. It stayed with him. Sometimes it would get very tiring with all of his teasing and suggestive comments but you held your guard up.

Unfortunately, Jungkook found your weak spots. Jungkook knows what words to say to get you all riled up. He just knows what to do just to make you weak in the knees, and knows what to say to have goosebumps raise on your skin.

Yet thankfully, he never touched you. It was because of the way he presents himself, the aura that he carries with him makes it feel like he owns every place he walks into. But then again, he’s an alpha, and they can take whatever they want in just a loud growl.

But there was no lie that he’s really handsome. He had a perfectly sculpted face, not a single flaw ever to be spotted. His long hair that would go past his ears always looked breathtaking on him, especially when wet.

You would be blind if you said that he wasn’t attractive and fine.

~

You woke up drastically with your chest heaving up and down, your breathing not normal than it should be. You can feel sweat trickling down your spine, all over your neck and your forehead. You felt hot.

Immediately springing into action, you throw the covers away from your body and you remove your pajamas, leaving you in your shirt and underwear. You nervously bite on your lip as you step your foot on the cold floor and made your way through the darkness of your room into the bathroom.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, eyes expanding in utter horror when you see that your pill bottle was empty. “No, no, no, no, no!” You immediately shuffled through every drawer and cupboards and prayed that you’ll find an extra bottle somewhere. “Did I not pack extra heat suppressants?!” you whisper-shouted to yourself, eyebrows joining together in frustration.

How stupid can you be?

“Okay, okay, calm down,” you paced back and forth, combing your hands through your sweaty hair. Your first instinct was to call your mom, but god it was 5 am in the morning and you didn’t want to wake her up, especially on a Monday where she goes to work. What the fuck were you going to do?

You definitely weren’t going to risk the chances of going outside of your room. You don’t want Jungkook to see you, not at this state. You mentally cursed yourself when you can feel your slick slowly dripping down your thighs, making you whimper involuntarily.

You closed your eyes tight, taking a deep breath. Walking out of the bathroom, you instantly made your way to the door of your bedroom and locked it. You just have to lock yourself inside your room until your heat is over.

Laying yourself back on the bed, you wondered if the pills you took yesterday didn’t work. You started your heat two days ago, and you even made sure that you’ve scheduled your pills.

But as time passes, the feeling never went away. You couldn’t sleep. You could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter as each second passes as hair was stuck on your neck and forehead. You tossed and turned all over your mattress, feeling frustrated and needy.

This scared you, not going to lie. It was your first time witnessing yourself in heat without the suppressants, and you didn’t know what to expect. You emitted loud whines and penurious whimpers, calling for some release. You wanted something, you wanted someone.

~

Jungkook groaned when he wakes up and hears the alarm from his phone. He reaches his arm out to grab the device and shuts off the annoying sound with his eyes half-open.

5:30 AM, it reads.

He gets up and switches on the light, blinding him for a couple of seconds before he rubs both of his eyes with a yawn. It was time for his Monday workout session. He prepares himself and changes his clothes to some black gym shorts and a black cut-off sleeve shirt, paired with his usual sneakers. He takes his phone and advances out to the kitchen.

Jungkook was humming softly to himself, filling his large bottle up with warm water from the dispenser.

“Oh, I forgot my headphones,” he said to himself and proceeded to turn around, but a strong scent hit his nose like a truck.

‘What?’

‘Umm…’

‘What the fuck?’

Jungkook’s eyes expanded ten times bigger when a sweet and savory scent filled up the air. He walks closer, sniffing the air until it leads him right in front of your door. Jungkook was now breathing heavily. It was his first time in a very long time to smell an omega in heat, and he doesn’t know if he can control himself any further.

“A-alpha…”

Jungkook’s irises turn red right after he hears your soft but desperate whimper. He growls when he felt his blood rush down to his cock. Jungkook wanted to burst right in, to help you through your heat. You were desiring for an alpha, and he was right there, but he didn’t know that your room was locked not before he tried to open your door.

This brought him back to his senses.

He immediately steps back before anything gets more carried away. He rushes to grab his water bottle – ditching the headphones and immediately runs out of the room with a heavy breath.

“Shit shit shit shit shit!” the half-wolf chants as he makes his way towards the elevator with heavy steps. His breathing was rapid, almost making it look like that he was about to faint. He was going mad; he has never smelled an omega that sweet and delicious. It was like a new smell for him. His hormones were going crazy, his mind in a state of lust and desire.

He sighs in relief when he sees no one inside the elevator. Once he pressed the correct floor and the door closed shut, he couldn’t help but grip his hand tightly to the metal rails, knuckles almost turning white. Jungkook usually knows how to keep his control, but something about you just makes him mad.

He growls deeply as the sound of your sweet whimper fills his mind, replaying over and over again. He imagines you, looking so needy and in need of a release below him. He wants to help you, help you release that sexual frustration out of you. He craves to dominate you; your cute, little body. Your voice sounded so cute, so delicate that turns Jungkook on to the max. The word ‘alpha’ rolled down your tongue so smoothly, and he wanted to hear it again and again.

Jungkook tries his absolute best to calm himself down, closing his eyes as he takes several breaths.

~

“A-alpha…” the word came out in an eager tone, desperate for something. Your body was drenched in sweat and you felt slick frantically dripping down your thighs.

Your body took over your mind. All you can ever do was to dread for a mate while your hands teased your hardened nipples through your shirt.

You wanted an alpha. You wanted Jungkook.

As messed up as it was, you were dreading for your roommate to touch you. You were dreading him to mate with you, feel his big member inside of you.

“A-aahh, puh-please,” you mewled into the darkness, bucking your hips into nothing. Your body shivered when you snuck your hands under your shirt and tweaked your hard buds. “I c-cant…” you threw your head agitatedly from side to side, your skin itching from the desperate need of contact.

“Oh, whatever,” you spoke in gritted teeth while sliding your right hand down, cupping your dripping wet core. You immediately shivered from the oh-so-delicate touch, closing your eyes tight. You carefully rubbed your clothed cunt, your fingers immediately dampening as your slick transferred to your fingers.

With your other hand massaging your boob, you hesitantly slipped your hand inside your underwear, biting your lip.

“Mmnggf, my god,” you gasped when your fingers touched your sensitive clit. Without waiting any further, you rubbed the bud hastily as waves and waves of pleasure shoots through your system. You ran your digits down your folds, teasing your pulsing hole by poking the tip of your finger in. “I… a-aaah,” multiples mewls escaped your swollen lips when you rubbed your clit even faster, applying more pressure to escort you to a release.

“I wanna cum…” you begged to no one, “I wanna cum so badly.” You almost wanted to cry with the hopelessness in your body. You arch your back in an uncomfortable way when you pinched your rock-hard nipples once again.

“Please… make me cum, Jungkook.” You whispered.

You imagine that it’s him. You imagine that it’s him doing all of the work for you. His long, slender fingers that can unambiguously do more than your own can. You imagine his big, well-built body hovering over you, controlling your body and making it his.

“Alpha…” you can feel a heavy knot forming inside of your stomach, signaling that you were close. You didn’t hold back your cries of pleasure as your hips buck into the air, your fingers moving faster on your pussy. “Please please please…”

A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt hot cum running down from your drenched cunt, and you didn’t stop to make sure everything didn’t go to waste. Your thoughts were clouded with immense pleasure, your body going into a series of quick trembles and shudders.

‘One more time.’

~

Jungkook kept clenching his jaw, his grip on the exercise bike tight. He should be focusing on his workout routine, yet all he could ever think about was you.

‘Were you going through your heat?’

He’d praise you for actually being considerate and locking the door; because if you didn’t, all hell would break loose.

But if he did walk in, would you accept him? Would you let him touch you, let him take over you?

He couldn’t help but ponder that maybe it was all just the pleasure that was speaking for you, and not Y/n herself. He wouldn’t like it if you’ll regret everything when you get back to your normal state.

These thoughts were circulating Jungkook’s head, not until an hour later when he’s officially calmed down. He hesitates to go back inside the room, but he has no other choice.

~

Jungkook.

You can smell him.

Without thinking any further, you jumped out of your bed and ran outside to the living room where your eyes set on a messy-haired Jungkook, shirt stained with sweat while he was downing his water bottle.

“Y-Y/n?” he asks carefully, eyeing you with caution.

You abruptly forgot that you weren’t wearing any underwear, and he can easily smell your arousal from a distance. He notices how your face was so flushed, hair in tangles and you breathing was uneven.

“Jungkook—” you whimpered quietly, pleading him as you walked closer to his frame. Jungkook shakes his head as he steps away from you, noticing his adam’s apple bob as he goes to the very corner of the room.

“Distance, Y/n. I-I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want.” Jungkook rasps, trying his fucking hardest not to pounce on you.

The shirt that you wore only covered a little bit of your wet pussy and your sweet scent filled the entire room in a flash. Jungkook was losing his mind, eyes threatening to roll back from your smell.

“No, please,” your eyes drooped, tugging at the hem of your shirt frustratingly, “I want it, I really, really do.” You sigh. When Jungkook didn’t respond, you took the chance to continue. “I-I ran out of heat suppressants. My heat is too strong today a-and I can’t take it any further.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw. He notices the glistening slick that was slowly creeping down your thighs, and he wanted to punch a wall. He growls lowly to himself, feeling his dick harden again.

“I’ve already cummed t-three times today, but I need more.”

The alpha raises his eyebrows from your statement, “Three?” he chuckles, crossing his muscular arms together in front of his chest, “That’s quite a lot, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

There he goes. There he decides to tease you. You’ve learned that you quite love his teasing, and it makes you even hornier.

“I know, but all this time I was thinking about you, Jungkook.” You spoke quietly as you walked closer to him.

“Y-Y/n, are you – oh fuck, are you sure about this?” he tries to say, but your smell was overflowing his mind and it was difficult for him to formulate words. “Do you know what you’re about to do? Hmm?”

“Yes, I’ve never been surer. Please,” you were now right in front of him, and you heard him growl dominantly as he towers over your height. “Please mate with me.”

Without wasting any more time, he suddenly lifts your little body and carries you to his room, shutting the door behind him. He drops you onto the soft bed and you crawl up to rest your head on his pillows. Jungkook smirks down at you while he removes his shirt, revealing his beautifully-toned abs that had just the workout earlier.

“My little, desperate omega,” he scoffs, “begging for another release, aren’t you?” he hovers over you and leans down to lick a bold stripe on your neck. You croon your head to the side, allowing him more access. You let out a moan when he starts to suck on your delicate skin.

“You just want an alpha’s cock to satisfy you, huh?”

You nod briefly, followed by a quiet mewl when he removes your shirt, revealing your breasts to him. “Hmm? Is that what you want? Want this little pussy to be filled up with some big cock?”

“Hnngf, yes, yes, please,” he starts to suck on your hard nipples, biting on it playfully which makes you arch your back. He removes his mouth with a loud pop, “Filthy little girl.”

Your nerves were firing, feeling blazing hot and excited. You were fantasizing about this for so many hours now, after all of the unsatisfying releases – you have finally got what you truly wanted. Your hands were clammy and your mind was in a blissful mess, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him; right now, at this moment.

“Let me have a taste of you, baby girl,” he growls as he hovers down to your core. He inhales your savory scent and his dick twitches. Your pussy was so wet, dripping in juices and stained with cum from your previous orgasms. Jungkook’s arms sling around and under your thighs, parting them together to give him a better view.

“Fucking hell, you’re drenched, sweetheart. Is this all for me, hmm?” he doesn’t even give you the time to respond when he abruptly licks a heavy stripe from your clenching hole to your clit. The sudden feeling sent electrifying currents all throughout your body, “Oohhh, yes. I-It’s all for you, Jungkook.”

“You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this sweet little cunt, baby. I’ve been wanting to have a taste of you since you’ve first stepped inside this apartment.”

He drives his tongue back, this time alternating between licking numbers on your folds and sucking on your swollen clit. His tongue worked wonders on you, causing your hands to fly down to tug on his long and wavy hair. You try to shove his bangs away to have a better view of his mouth on your pussy.

“Ohh my god! Like that, keep doing that, please,” you breathlessly moaned, shutting your eyes from the pleasure. You felt him smirk between your pussy which made you clench onto nothing.

You whimper from the loss of contact when he leans back, wiping his lips with the back of his hands. “I’m going fucking mad on you, baby. You drive me wild.”

Your eyes fly to where his right hand is as he cups his hard length beneath his shorts. He proceeds to rub it firmly, teasing you as he makes direct eye contact. “You want this, huh?”

You nod desperately, bringing your fingers up to your lips to give them a suck.

Jungkook chuckles sinisterly and finally pulls the clothing down, and your mouth immediately waters from the sight.

He was nice and long, his girth impressive as precum dripped down the tip of his dick. He strokes his length a couple of times as he carefully examined your expression. “You like it?” he smirks, “You want it inside you, huh?”

He chucks the clothing to the floor and hovers above you, his dick now right in front of your entrance. “Are you sure you want this, Y/n?” his eyes suddenly turn soft after being invaded with lust, “Are you sure you want me to be your mate?”

You try to smile at his question, “Yes, yes I do, Jungkook. I want it to be you.” His heart swells up, but he feels like melting into a puddle after you’ve continued: “Do you?”

Jungkook laughs quietly as he strokes your hair with his hands reassuringly, his gaze looking so caring and loving. “Of course I do, Y/n. I’ve always thought that you were the most beautiful girl that ever existed, even if we only met a couple of days ago,” he chuckles. “The most precious, kind, sweet, and delicate girl I’ve ever seen. I wanted to be yours so bad. I want to protect you, wanna take care of you forever.”

He nuzzles his nose close to the crook of your neck, shaking his head which causes his hair to tickle you. You giggle and Jungkook smiles, pressing a delicate kiss on your lips. “You don’t know how much I need you.”

“You can have me, Jungkook. Claim me as yours.”

And with that statement, he was quick to growl as his cock twitches in desperate need. He tugs on in a couple of times before aligning it on your entrance. “I’ll go slow, okay little one?”

You obey his words as you nod. You felt the tip of his dick pushing inside your hole, slowly and carefully filling you with his thick cock. He was even bigger than you were expecting, filling you up in all the right places. “O-ohh my god!” you moaned out, lips open in pleasure as you felt your thighs quiver.

“Mhmm, your pussy’s squeezing my cock so good, baby.” He places his big hands on your hips as he pushes further, his eyes rolling back from how tight you are. “You feel so fucking good.”

He wasn’t even halfway in before you felt yourself close to an orgasm. You wrap your legs around his hips, pushing him deeper inside of you. “I-I…a-aaaahhh!”

Your fourth orgasm of the day hit you like a huge train, covering Jungkook’s cock with your cum. You were clenching uncontrollably around him and he couldn’t help but shove the rest of his length in without any warning. “Fuck! B-baby, you’re gonna make me lose my shit.”

He stays still inside of you, letting you calm down from your previous high. But you can’t help but notice his heavy and ragged breath, growling every now and then. “J-Jungkook, you can move now.”

“Y/n,” his voice suddenly becomes deeper and raspier, “I-I might not be able to hold myself ba���oh s-shit—back.” He closes his eyes tight, moving his hips very slightly. “Please tell me that you’re a hundred percent okay with this. I don’t want you to r-regret anything.” He said in a heavy pant, pleasure for sure taking the best of him. Jungkook was overwhelmed with all of the waves of senses being thrown at him all at once. Fuck, just the thought of your cute little tummy carrying all of his pups makes him want to fuck your brains out.

“Please, Kook,” the alpha smiles at the nickname, “I really, really want this. I don’t regret any of this. I want you too as much as you do, so please, just fuck me already. Be my mate, please.”

Jungkook chuckles, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, “If you say so, baby.”

Immediately, he starts fucking you with a deep and hard pace. Your eyes instantly roll back to your head as you start seeing stars. He was literally trying to fuck your brains out.

Your fingers claw on his back, scratching his skin which made him hiss, probably from the pain plus pleasure it brought. This only encouraged him to go even faster and even harder than before.

“Such a slut for this big cock, aren’t you? You wanna be filled with my cum, huh? Wanna carry my pups?”

You moan delightfully from his words, clenching around him from the thought of having his puppies. “Yes, yes. Give me your pups, Jungkook,” you whimpered.

“You want it, huh?” He snarls, smirking down at you. Suddenly, his right hand flies to your neck and he wraps his whole palm around it, choking you. You whimper, not expecting to be so turned on from this action. He presses firmly on your neck, his dominant and assertive side coming out.

You feel so nice and full around him, his cock hitting so deep inside of you. His balls were fervently slapping on your pussy, making wet lewd noises that resonated throughout the room. He was growling on top of you, bruising your thighs as he continues to pound on your sore, little cunt.

He finally releases your neck but only to grab your hips with both of his hands, flipping you around so that you were on fours. “Face down, ass up, baby girl.”

You mewled as you did as you were told, burying your face on his pillows. His hand spanks your ass cheek once, twice, three times, making you whimper loudly. His smacks were hard and sharp, and you were sure that your skin will turn red in no time.

Jungkook continues thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt, pulling all the way until just the tip for him to slam his whole length in you. Your body jolts forward, as he does this action again and again. “Hmm, such a nice, tight pussy you’ve got.” He teases your cunt by gliding the tip of his dick up and down your soaked folds, collecting more of your wetness. “This is all mine, right sweetheart?”

He firmly slaps his dick on your clit a couple of times to get an answer from you. “Answer me, Y/n,” he groans.

“Y-Yes, yes, it’s all yours, Kook.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Jungkook only had one goal, and that was to fuck you into another mind-blowing orgasm. His hips move faster and his cock was deeper with the new position, allowing him to hit your sweet spot. “O-oh! Right there! R-right there,” you moaned, tears brimming in your eyes from how good it all feels. Your hard nipples were rubbing on the sheets, helping you and providing more pleasure.

“Right here?” He gives one particular hard thrust on that same spot, making you moan out his name.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Make your body tremble, your pussy clenching on my big dick, hmm?” He keeps pounding on your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge yet again. “That’s it, baby. C’mon, come for me.” With his last words, you instantly release around his length, squeezing him up as you shake. It was all so much for you to handle, yet Jungkook still holds your body so tenderly as you cummed.

“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook pants, “so good, m’gonna cum inside you, sweetheart. Gonna fill those walls with my cum and you’re gonna keep it there baby.”

Jungkook chases his high and before you knew it, his cum was spurting inside of you, hot and long strokes of his seed shooting on your walls. He gasps and leans down, your back pressed firmly against his chest as he holds you close.

“Take it, baby, take it.” He grunts, and he doesn’t hold back the loud moan that escapes his lips when he feels his knot getting bigger and bigger. Your eyes suddenly go wide from the feeling. It felt like someone was blowing a balloon inside of you.

“Jungkook… wh-what’s happening?” You asked quietly, trying to push yourself away but he just groans and pulls you back firmly.

“J-Just stay here, baby. You’re safe, you’re okay.” He reassures you as he tries to calm his breathing down.

“How long will this last?”

“A couple of minutes,” he laughs quietly, “can last about an hour or two. We don’t know.”

You giggled, “Now we’re closer than ever, huh?”

“Yes, baby,” he leans down to kiss your lips tenderly, full of love and affection. “Quite literally.”

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

Stressed and In Love ~ Paul Lahote

A/n: REQUESTS!!! MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!!

Request: "My god, I had this idea and now I’m hoping I can live it though your amazing writing! So Bella’s sister tries to talk Bella out of going to Italy to save Edward, when she failed she stayed with Jake so she wouldn’t have to be alone till Charlie came home from work. Jake took her to hang out at Sam’s and Emily’s with the pack, trying to comfort her about losing her sister. When they get there Paul imprints on her and it’s like supper cute and stuff ? This was super long but feel free to ignore!🥰" by @sweetkiitty

A/n: As promised! Sorry again that I took a while. I really do appreciate your guys' requests so much I'm just hyper fixiated on something else right now. Thanks also for your patience, and the love that last Embry request got! Love you guys :)

Word Count: 2500+

MASTERLIST

"BELLA DON'T!" The panicked, desperate words came not from the best friend that had fallen in love with her, but the sister who had cared about Bella far longer on a far deeper level. When Jacob had failed to convince her even after he pulled each and every string he knew, Y/n stepped in to give it a shot.

Bella's expression remained constant. Grim and guilty, but also a little panicked. "I have to." She struggled to find some way to explain it but came up with nothing.

"You have a life here," Y/n insisted. "Someone who loves you and will treat you better than a guy who's bred to kill you. You're food to him!"

Bella stepped away from me. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Y/n grunted in frustration. "He left you! Without hesitation. You told me he didn't care for you, and now you're going to prime vampire central because he's put himself in danger? Come on Bella!"

She shook her head. "He's doing it because he thinks I'm dead."

"He's doing it because he's a drama queen who's overly obsessed with you in the most creepy way possible!" Y/n argued.

Bella ripped away from her. "One day you'll understand."

Y/n felt her loss and stepped away, her eyes watering. "I hope I never end up like you, Bells. The way you guys cannot survive without each other... it's toxic."

Lost on what to say, Bella got in the car, leaving Y/n and Jacob to simply watch it vanish in the distance around a corner. When she was really gone, Jacob broke. Soft sobs came from him as he turned away, trying to hide his face. Y/n, completely understanding, moved to him. It was easy to forget when he was there taking up her attention. She rubbed his back until she got him to open up to her. He finally scooped her up in a hug, burying his face in her neck.

Y/n and Jacob were the same age. They didn't go to school together, but with their dads being so close, had been friends for ages. When Y/n had chosen to stay with Charlie and Bella with Renee, Y/n had quickly taken Bella's place as Jacob's best friend. They had both depended on each other for a long time, finding solace in each other away from everyone else. When Embry left, Jake came to Y/n. When he had a crush on Bella and she got with Edward, he came to Y/n. When Bella had decided to stay with their mom and Y/n had stayed with their dad and that meant that the two girls wouldn't see each other anymore, Y/n went to Jake. When her first boyfriend didn't show up to her first dance and stood her up, Jake had gotten dressed up and gone with her instead.

It only made sense that as Bella rode to her probable death for an asshole that was throwing a fit after HE left HER - rightly so might I add - Jake and Y/n spent the night together, cuddling and comforting.

Charlie wasn't going to be home for hours and they hated empty, silent houses, so they headed to Jake's instead. They stayed silent as Jake drove, moving inside with the same quiet. "Do you mind if we make a stop by Emily's? She's really good at comforting?"

Y/n was plenty aware of what Jake was. Y/n had actually found out even before Jake knew when she'd confronted Embry about hurting him and things had gone super south when she'd set him off. Thank god Sam was there to intervene. It had been a relief to be able to comfort Jacob when he'd turned too, even though she'd been secretly hoping he wouldn't.

"Of course." It was less that he thought she wouldn't want to go to Emily's and more that he was asking if it was okay to be around other people. Y/n had never met any of the other pack members. She did adore Emily though, so she didn't mind. It was nice to know Jake had more people who were much closer to go to for comfort, other than her and Bella.

There was a rule at Emily's: if you heard talking, come in. Jake knew how awkward I was about just walking into new people's houses though, so he knocked.

Emily answered, smiling with greeting and confusion when she saw it was Jake. "Why did you knock?" Jake motioned to me and her eyes moved. She nodded, her smile growing. "I see! And who is this?"

"I'm Y/n Swan," Y/n greeted, holding out her hand.

Emily rolled her eyes, amused instead of annoyed. She pulled Y/n into a hug and it was strong and warm and Y/n felt like nothing could ever bother her again. No wonder Sam had fallen for her. No wonder this had been Jake's default place to go for comfort. Emily radiated a motherly, safe energy like no one else Y/n knew did. "Now come in. I can make you some food. You hungry?"

Y/n giggled as she was pulled from Jake and into the house, her previous companion closing the door behind the two women. "Y/n!" Embry cheered, standing and jogging to her to envelope her in a hug. Embry had become as much of a brother to Y/n as Jake was. She melted into him and he seemed to sense her need of a pick-me-up. So he did just that. He picked her up, right off of her feet, and spun around. She squealed, cinching tightly to his body to stable herself.

They were both laughing when he set her down. She shot a wide eyed look at Jake, who busted up as well. Emily made a comment about being careful and not breaking anything, but it was lost as Y/n looked around to take in everyone else. See if she knew anybody else.

She did not.

However, her eyes seemed to graze over everyone else just to race to the moment when her gaze net his.

He was a little shorter than Embry. A little more muscled. He had a smile that made her a little nervous, a mix of curiosity and a little danger in his expression. His hair was just as dark as everyone else's, but favored a short hair style like Jake's rather than a little long and wavy like Quil's or Embry's. He was looking directly at Y/n, as if waiting for her to look back. And when she did, both of their breaths caught.

His face went blank and his skin seemed to go an odd color, like he was motion sick or something. His body relaxed. His grip on the fork in his hand loosened and fell onto the glass plate underneath, making a very loud clatter that made Y/n jump.

Everyone looked over at him. "You okay over there, man?" one of the other people Y/n didn't know asked.

Jake nudged her as Embry finally let her go. She managed to tear my eyes away from the boy - who was really pretty and overall nice to look at and also shirtless dear god why were they always shirtless - and look over at Jake as he began speaking. "So, let me introduce you to the gang. Embry, Sam, and Quil you know. Then we have Leah and Seth, the Clearwaters. You remember me mentioning them?" Y/n nodded wordlessly. "Jared is the one next to Seth." They all waved as their names were said, Leah settling on just looking over and then away. "And then there's Paul."

Looking back at him loosened Y/n's chest. She hadn't realized that it was squeezing when she'd looked away, but the relief now was indistinguishable. "Hi." She meant the word to be smooth and clear, but came out as a kind of choked off squeak.

Paul... blushed. Someone laughed and then everyone's eyes went wide and I felt like I was suddenly on the outside of a conversation I'd missed the beginning of. Someone else made a noise that was obviously a laugh being masked as a laugh. Everyone was smirking. Except Leah. She rolled her eyes and looked away.

"Hey," he finally managed. The room grew quiet, which was very unnatural for this group of people especially. Awkwardness and tension settled in as Paul and Y/n held eye contact for a whole minute.

"Okay," Embry sighed rather heavily. "Seth, move over and let Y/n sit down." Seth giggled before doing just that. Jake didn't help as I shot him a pleading look- Embry had begun moving me to the mow empty chair. He sat me down and I was burning with how close I was to the very pretty man who was still staring at me.

Everyone turned away, forcing sudden conversation that didn't include me or Paul. What was going on, and why did it suddenly feel like I was being set up for something? There was something in the back of my brain, just out of my reach. Something I wasn't really remembering. Something that would make this make sense. Jake had told me all about the wolves and what had happened. What was I missing?

I'm kind of disappointed, you know? But I guess it was more lucky that I didn't imprint on Bella than anything.

Imprint.

Oh god.

Y/n looked at him, feeling her heart beginning to race. "I-" He had finally looked at her as she spoke, food forgotten but obviously searching for something to say to her. Was this shyness usual for him? How were they ever supposed to get along if both of them were quiet and awkward? Y/n stood, her mind racing, and booked it around the other boys and out the door. Her arms crossed over her chest as she began walking home like the total idiot she was.

Behind her, the door closed. Then slammed open again. "Y/n! Y/n wait!" She turned as Paul caught up to her, almost slamming into her. The two were far too close but neither of them could gather the self control to move away. "I- You- I have to-" He grunted as he struggled to say anything.

She swallowed. "You imprinted on me." Paul looked up, surprised. "Jake told me all about you guys, when he turned and then Sam told him I knew. He tells me everything."

Paul nodded then took a second to think. "I know it's kind of sudden and stuff-"

Y/n barked a short laugh that made Paul frown nervously. "Ten minutes ago I was losing my mind as my sister drove off to go after a fucking leech. A monster from nightmares born to kill her, and a toxic boy who watches her when she sleeps and is emotionally demanding and exhausting. Ten minutes ago, my world was destroyed as I watched helplessly as the person who used to be my mom became more like my child after that same asshole ditched her and left her comatose for MONTHS and completely broken after she finally became responsive... That's been my life for- for forever. Bella. Taking care of her and making sure she's alive. And suddenly you're here and I'm supposed to forget how she's probably terrified and in danger and going to die tonight, all because a really pretty boy looked at me and his wolf shit kicked in and now I'm his or whatever."

It was silent for a very long time. "You're not mine, Y/n." He moved even closer, his hand raising to brush her cheek softly. "I'm yours." She swallowed. That was so much responsibility... "And yeah, it's a lot to handle in a short amount of time. I can't imagine- god I don't know how you and Jake don't lock her to her bed and kill that leech yourselves. How you can watch it and deal with it. I wouldn't blame you if you did, even though it's against the treaty or whatever." He rolled his eyes. "But the great thing about being my imprint is now you have me 24/7. If you're upset or in danger or just need someone to try a new dish you've cooked or someone to rant to or someone to sit down and binge watch a show with you so you can have someone to rant about it with, I'm your man. And as long as I'm not out there fighting someone or Sam doesn't need me for something just as important, I'm instantly available. No more coordinating with Jake and balancing with distance. I'm there and I move fast, so it doesn't matter where you are, I'm now with you." His hands moved awkwardly through the air, his words earnest.

Someone to be by my side... No matter what day or time or distance... Well, within reason.

"Wow," Y/n whispered. "That's a lot of work for you." Suddenly her heart was racing again. "I'm really hyper once you get to know me. I never stop talking. I'll bug you constantly, I really will-"

"Good," Paul interrupted. Both of them were getting excited. They were even closer now, as close two people can be without having to cross their eyes to see each other. "Any reason to be around you as often as possible. I'll take it."

Y/n licked her lips. "I know I said that I have a lot going on... but you're really pretty and very close and I kind of really want to kiss you."

Paul laughed. "Thank god." The hand that was on her face earlier moved to cup her cheek, the other hand gripping her waist. It started hesitant and soft but the second their lips touched, the kiss grew hard and his grip became rough and desperate. He pulled her to him and she was knocked breathless. Her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, slipping up to lightly grip the short strand of his hair. The kiss broke to allow him to gasp, sucking air in sharply with rhythm to the light tugs.

"Holy shit." They finally parted, giddy smiles on their faces and a shared sort of lightness in their bodies. "Do that again."

Paul grinned. "How about for now-" Y/n popped up on her tiptoes, quickly pressing her lips to his again. He jerked forward, deepening the kiss instantly. He grunted, pushing her back for a second, blinking to clear his mind. "I want to do that. A lot. But uh-" he inhaled deeply and then exhaled again, trying to stabilize himself. "You make me very nervous and I'm super not used to that. How about some food?"

Y/n's smile was soft and sweet and warm and beautiful. She'd loved hearing about imprints and kind of had wanted Embry to imprint on her. When he hadn't, she'd moved on from the idea and been perfectly fine with just chilling instead. But now... she was kind of overexcited at the prospect of being handed someone she knew would be good for her.

They were both excited about it.

The most fun would be learning WHY they were good together, though.

And they were excited for that too.

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No One Lives Forever- CH9

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Stardust Crusader Wolf Pack AU

[From the beginning- CH1]

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AN: warning- mentions of smoking, blood, fighting and injury/death in this chapter

As the rest of the pack clears the table of the hunters’ things and makes their way to the lounge, Joseph steps outside to the back porch to make his call. It doesn’t take more than a few rings for Caesar to pick up, “Hey! Caesarino! How are you and Suzi getting along without me?”

“Jojo! Checking up on me? Everything is under control! No need to worry!” Caesar greets, his accent thicker than usual and Joseph can tell he’s stressed about something.

“Under control? You mean it was out of control before I called?” Joseph frowns and stares out into the surrounding woods. “Never mind that for now, listen; we’ve had an… incident out here. We’re going to be cutting the trip short.”

“Jojo, tell me this is one of your idiotic jokes. Suzi already told you, didn’t she?” Caesar’s accent is even stronger now and Joseph can tell he’s made a face and pinched the bridge of his nose from his tone alone.

“I’m completely serious Caesar. What happened? Is everyone alright there?” Joseph can feel himself growling and his hair stand on end.

“Si, yes. Everyone is fine. We had an incident here as well. Frankie and Lucky caught some idioti sniffing around the main office. They put up a fight when the boys confronted them. Jojo, they were carrying silver weapons.”

“Shit. Are the boys alright?” Josephs eyes widen and he runs a hand through his hair.

“Yes, they’re fine. You know we Zeppelis don’t go down easy. Anyway, we covered up the issue from the police for now, but there was something else. Frankie said they both had a strange smell to them. Like nothing they’ve ever encountered before.” Joseph nearly drops his phone at this new information. “What happened to you guys out there. I thought it was just a vacation for you?”

“You’re not going to believe this Caesar. We ran into a group of werewolf hunters. Silver bullets, armed to the teeth, the whole she-bang. They weren’t after us though, they were chasing a girl through our territory. Jotaro stepped in and tool them out and looks like we gained a packmate from the whole situation. But Caesar,” Joseph leans forward on the porch rail and grips it with his free hand. He suddenly seems much older as he hunches over, “they were here to take her alive. Someone is trafficking wolves, not just near the city like we were worried about. And one of them, he smelled like magic.”

“Magic? You’re sure? The last time we encountered anything magic was…”

“I know. The Proto-Fae. Its not the same, similar but not the same. We’ll have to discuss this more in person though. We’re going to leave the cabin tomorrow, is it safe to meet at the main office?”

“No, best to stay away from that for now. But we did just close on that apartment building you had your eyes on for a while. The penthouse is vacant if we want to use that as a meeting point?”

“Perfect! Yeah, gather everyone there. Zeppelis and Joestars. Call up the furnishing rental place too, I want it set up before we get back in town.”

“So bossy.” Joseph hears Caesar sigh, “Alright, we’ll get it set up. See you soon Jojo. Ciao!”

“Ciao, Caesar.” Joseph takes a moment to compose himself. An attack in the city on their turf? At the shared headquarters with the Zeppelis no less. He has to get his emotions under control, if the others see him stressed its just going to cause more stress. Jotaro may be the alpha now, but the pack still takes cues from him as well. With one last fortifying breath he stands up straight and marches back into the cabin. “Jotaro, can I speak with you?” Joseph hovers by the back door, invitation open to take the conversation outside. Jotaro just nods and follows him out.

Jotaro wastes no time waiting for his grandpa to start, “What’s wrong? I assume Caesar had bad news?” He pulls a cigarette pack out form his pocket and lights one before offering one to the older alpha. Joseph surprisingly accepts, he quit years ago but maybe it will help calm his nerves. Or at least hide his stressed scent from the others until they could put their plan in motion.

He takes a long drag and leans over the rail again. “Caesar’s boys caught some guys around the main office. Get this, they were also armed with silver.”

“Shit.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” Joseph exclaims and throws his hands in the air. “Everyone is fine, but we gotta get back. Caesar’s setting up an apartment to crash in instead of going to headquarters or our own places. On the bright side, it looks like the building on Broadway finally closed.” He takes another long drag of the cigarette and flicks his ash over the rail.

“We’ll have to leave tomorrow then. Weather is supposed to turn to shit here anyway.” Jotaro finishes his own cigarette and stomps it out on the cement stair pad. He tugs his hat to cover his eyes and says, “And thanks. For getting this set up.” Joseph can read between the lines, getting an outright thankyou from Jotaro was rare enough but expecting him to just blurt out ‘thanks for respecting me as an alpha and guiding me through this’? Impossible.

They head back inside and quickly get the pack’s attention “We’re going to head back to the city tomorrow. We don’t have all the details yet but there was an incident at the business main office.”

Jotaro pauses for the gasps and exclamations, “Everyone there is alright, but we are concerned the issues we had here are connected. We’ll discuss with the Zeppelis what the plan is when we get there. Tonight we’ll prep the cabin and head out first thing tomorrow.” Everyone nods in understanding and gets to work with preparing the cabin for an extended leave.

You aren’t left with much to do as the guys divide up the various tasks until Joseph suggests you go through your car for the things you’ll be taking with you. Polnareff adds to take out any identifying effects or papers in case the cops do decide to investigate the van left parked down the road. By the time everyone is finished with their tasks its time for dinner, Jotaro and Joseph taking their turn to cook the rest of the food in the fridge so it wont spoil while the cabin is vacant.

Everyone winds down for the night and you are both relieved and dreading the fact that the number of beds hasn’t magically changed. Jotaro seems to feel the same way as you are both the last two remaining in the lounge for the night, trying to avoid the awkwardness that was to come. You eye the couch before he sighs and stands, offering you a hand up from your seat in a silent invitation to join him and share the bedroom again. You smile as you take his hand and head down the short hallway with him.

You quickly get changed into your own pajamas for the night. It’s a relief to not be swimming in extra fabric and fighting to keep from tripping over pants three sizes too big. Sitting on the edge of the bed you wait for Jotaro to finish his nightly routine and join you. Now is going to be the perfect chance to talk to him one on one, you noticed he was almost avoiding you while in the company of the rest of the pack.

He sees you waiting for him when he enters and for a moment looks like he’s going to turn right around and head for the lounge for the night. But he braces himself and sits stiffly next to you on the bed, back straight and not looking at you. “So…” you try and think of how to break the ice, “You’re the alpha, right? I’m guessing Mr. Joestar handed down the position?” He seems to relax slightly as he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees.

“Yeah, the old man decided to step down a couple of years ago. He’s still helping me get the hang of this, it’s still strange to be the one making the final decisions.” He’s more and more relaxed as he faces you while he talks, still bent forward over his legs.

You pull a pillow to your chest as you cross your legs on the bed. “Can you tell me more about everyone’s dynamics? I’d like to know what I’m getting into a little better…” you trail off as his expression becomes more solemn and you subconsciously copy his furrowed brow.

“Listen, about that. It looks like things are going to get worse before they get better, but as soon as it’s safe you’ll be free to go as you please again.” Even in the dimmed lamplight of the room his blue eyes are electrifying and cutting with his serious expression.

You lean back in surprise “’Go as I please?’ Listen, if you don’t want me around just say so Jotaro, I can take care of myself with the exception of trained wolf hunters. So drop me off in the next town and I’ll be out of your hair.” You stand up and toss the pillow while moving towards the door.

“Wait- that’s not…” he huffs loudly as he stands up and grabs your arm to stop your retreat, “I didn’t mean it like that. We do want you to stay. I… When Polnareff mentioned your car not being drivable, you had this look on your face like you were planning on riding off into the sunset and now you were trapped.” He lets go of your arm and you turn back to face him. “I don’t know what I’m saying anymore, I just want it to be your decision to stay, not because you’re stuck with us. Pretty useless to save you from being trapped by hunters to trap you in a pack instead.” He tangles his hand in his hair as he looks down at his feet, waiting for your response.

“I… that makes sense. Sorry, I thought you were…” You trail off as you think how to ease the misunderstanding. “I guess, I just feel like part of the pack already? You all remind me of my family – you’re a mix of serious and goofy guys.” You sit back down on the bed and reclaim your pillow. “I get what you mean though. I guess we’ll just have to see when this is all over, right?” You smile at him and the tension in his shoulders eases as he gives a small smile back.

You pat the empty space next to you, inviting him back to the bed. “You can still give me the rundown on the rest of the pack though, I’d like to get a feel for my place here.”

Instead of sitting back down next to you, he circles to his side of the bed and sits up with his back to the wall. “Why don’t you tell me what you think? I’ll tell you how close you are.”

You lean back next to him and count off on your fingers, “Well, Mr. Joestar is the previous alpha, Avdol I think is a delta, but I can’t tell between Polnareff and Kakyoin who is your beta.”

“Polnareff does a lot for us, but he tends to go back to his lone wolf tendencies a lot. It took a long time for gramps and Avdol to convince him to join up permanently. Kakyoin is my beta, we’ve been friends since college and I’d trust him with anything.” You nod and he looks at you, “Why don’t you tell me about your family, you said we remind you of them? Serous and silly?”

You laugh quietly and dive into your favorite memories of your parents and siblings and their shenanigans. Slowly you find you’re both laying down in the bed and can barely keep your eyes open as you talk and share stories. The last thing you remember before finally succumbing to sleep is Jotaro’s hand holding yours on top of the sheets as you both drift off.

 You are both woken up the next morning by Jotaro’s phone alarm. Not being much of a morning person you stubbornly keep your eyes closed even as you shuffle to the bathroom to brush your hair and teeth. Splashing some water on your face manages to wake you up fully so you grab your bag and make your way to the lounge. One by one the guys arrive with their own bags and the pack is ready to head out. Joseph sighs wistfully as he locks the front door and you reach out to put an hand on his arm.

He smiles at you but it’s a bittersweet expression, “Sorry, (Y/N). I was just really looking forward to staying in this place. I’m getting too old to be running all over the city anymore!” He laughs and reaches a hand behind his head.

Jotaro appears from behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder, “You’re not that old yet gramps. But I get it. It was nice while it lasted though.” Joseph just nods and you all make your way off the front porch to the grey Suburban waiting in the drive way. Your car had been hidden around back and covered with a spare tarp to further dissuade nosey troopers if they came out this far. Polnareff had been careful not to leave prints on the hunters’ van while he searched it so it was decided to leave it where it was.

Polnareff hops into the driver’s seat and Jotaro claims shotgun, Avdol and Kakyoin in the back leaving the middle row for Joseph and you. As soon as you are all settled the journey begins. Joseph immediately turns to you and asks, “Say, (Y/N), you said you’ve been traveling for a while now. Have you ever been to New York City before?”

You shake your head no, “I’ve been around it, through some of the boroughs, but never downtown and not for very long when I was close. I’m excited to see it up close though!”

“You are in for a treat young lady! Caesar’s getting it set up for us, you’ll get to meet him when we get there. We’ll all be staying in a downtown penthouse apartment my realty company recently acquired. The view from up there is just fantastic!” Joseph’s excited volume is a little loud for the small space but it’s endearing to see his arms wave about in his excitement.

“Do you guys normally all live together?”

Kakyoin speaks up from the back seat, “No, we all live in separate apartments on the same block, with the exception of Mr. Joestar and Jotaro live in the same building.” You nod and make a noise of understanding. That seems like a pretty good set up to not be constantly on top of each other from what you’ve heard about the size of New York apartments.

You’ve been traveling for about an hour down rural roads, chatting mostly with Joseph and the guys in the back seat when Polnareff announces you’ll be stopping at the next gas station before getting on the highway. “Great! That will give us a chance to get snacks for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. We’ll have to order some groceries to the apartment or something later.” Joseph says as he pulls out his phone, presumably to check which stores could fulfill the quick order. Soon the gas station comes into view and Polnareff pulls up to the pump. You unload yourselves and stretch out as you make your way inside for bathroom breaks and -as instructed by Joseph- ‘all the snacks you can carry’ as Polnareff fills the truck.

The guys automatically pair up and head for the bagged snack isles, so you grab a shopping basket and head back to the drink coolers. Kakyoin is about to walk down the chip isle when Avdol’s arm shoots out in front of him blocking his path. He’s startled by the abrupt action and turns to question Avdol, but he’s focused and staring at a point in the ceiling, specifically the air vent. “Avdol? What’s wrong?”

“Shh… Listen,” Kakyoin obeys and focuses his attention to the sounds coming from the vent. Tapping and scratching? It was faint though, “Hmm. Perhaps I’m just being over cautious. Sounds like this place has a rat problem though. Better check the packaging of what we buy is still intact.” The scratching fades, whatever it was probably using the vents to get around undetected.

There is a sudden shout and a loud thud from the isle between Kakyoin and Avdol and the others. The entire store goes silent as everyone stops to look around for the cause. Avdol gives a small nod to Jotaro and then to the isle between them. They both move to the opposite ends of the isle in a pincer movement to investigate whatever had happened. The smell of blood suddenly permeates the air and they rush to the isle, another customer is laying prone in a pool of their own blood either unconscious or dead.

On top of them though sits a small creature with comically large ears, bulging yellow eyes and protruding teeth that vaguely resemble some sort of predatory fish. It shrieks in glee at the sight of them and rushes behind the products on the shelf in an incredible burst of speed.

“Hey, is everything OK over here?” One of the other customers, the old man who was checking out hesitantly walks a few steps towards them. The cashier leans over the counter to get a better look as well.

“No! Stay back!” Is all Jotaro can get out before the creature has scurried through the display racks sending products flying in its wake. It leaps and aims at the old man’s face to attack with its teeth. The old man screams as he flails and falls backward managing to push the thing off but loosing a chunk of his cheek in the process. The cashier screams out a curse as he reaches for the gun under the counter. In a blink the little gremlin has disappeared again into the shelving.

The pack is on high alert, you are all vulnerable in your human forms, but it’s not worth the risk of transforming in public with witnesses present just yet. Even if the cashier seems too busy trying to drag the old man behind the checkout counter for shelter. Joseph runs to help them and the creature sets its sights on him, lunging out from the isle way. It gets distracted from its target when Avdol rushes it instead. Cackling, it launches itself at Avdol this time, swiping with sharp claws at his arms leaving bloody streaks as it attacks but thankfully not doing much damage.

Jotaro tries to intervene next and it zips away from Avdol to confront him. “Eeeeehhheeeee! Too slow! Too slow! You have no hope of catching me so just give up now!” It swipes at Jotaro’s leg as it passes him. You become its next target as you also move closer to try and help but it suddenly changes direction again when it sees Joseph moving the cashier and old man out the side door to safety. It swipes at him before turning back to you as you advance. Kakyoin can see that though it is very fast it is also not doing much damage when it gets within range before jumping to the next target. In fact, it seems to be easily distracted by the nearest moving thing.

Kakyoin tests his theory and throws a packet of candy at the gremlin and it immediately turns his way and advances. Avdol catches on as well and throws more junk food at it and causes it to turn yet again. “Heehehe! Just wait your turn! I’ll kill all of you so fast you won’t know you’re dead!” it shouts in its screeching voice before angrily shouting as Kakyoin hits it hard with a soda can. Enraged, it leaps in his direction again but you and Jotaro have caught onto the plan now and Jotaro hits it before it can get halfway to Kakyoin. You are all pelting bags of food and drinks at it when Kakyoin yells, “Now, Avdol!” From behind the creature Avdol jumps at it holding open a large travel cooler. It screeches in surprise but it is for once too slow to escape the trap set up for it. The cooler snaps shut with a bang and Kakyoin grabs the roll of duct tape he spotted earlier, going over and securing the lid to prevent the gremlin’s escape.

The cooler rattles and shakes as the gremlin throws itself against the walls of its makeshift prison. “Impossible! Let me out! LET ME OUT!” it howls and screeches and you’re glad the cooler doubles as a sound insulator as well.

“Looks like all that speed is useless if you can’t focus on a target.” Kakyoin laughs as he holds the container steady from the creature’s thrashing. It continues screaming gibberish, what you can safely assume are curses in its native tongue.

“Good job Kakyoin, figuring out its weakness so fast.” Jotaro praises as he walks up and leans against one of the shelves to keep off his wounded leg. You stand next to him as Joseph returns from helping the employee drag the wounded old man outside. The shaking of the cooler is starting to lessen, the thing either running out of energy or out of air.

“Wait! Wait! Please!” It wheezes and gasps, “I’ll tell you everything, just let me go and I’ll tell you who sent me!”

“Sent you? No deal, tell us who sent you first and then we’ll talk.” Joseph crosses his arms and glares down at the box.

It doesn’t hesitate before spilling its secrets. “If you promise to release me, I’ll tell you! It was Lord Dio who sent me! The hunters, they were under his command and failed him.” The pack looks at each other in shock for a moment then back at the box when the gremlin continues. “Lord Dio sent his scouts to investigate- imagine my luck and surprise when the Joestars turn up!” it cackles and thrashes some more, “Now release me! You promised! We have a deal!”

“We didn’t promise you shit. You just spilled your guts for nothing.” Jotaro scoffs before tuning out the enraged screams and turns to the pack. “Grab whatever is salvageable and some first aid stuff.” You all nod and start picking through the debris of the fight. “Kakyoin, you’re good with computers. See if you can delete the security footage.”

Avdol stands from where he had been kneeling next to the gremlin’s first victim, checking if there was anything he could do. But the surprise attack had hit a major vein or artery and they bled out quickly. “To think such a small creature was able to do so much damage in such a short amount of time.” He shakes his head and carefully wipes his hands of any of the victim’s blood. His own wounds on his arms still dripping but thankfully shallow enough they would only require bandages overnight before they healed completely. He looks around at the damage before picking through he items, searching for a decent first aid kit and extra bandages for the trip.

“What are we going to do with that thing? We can’t leave it for the humans to open up later.” You ask as you toss some packs of jerky into a shopping bag.

Jotaro takes over holding the cooler still by sitting on it while Kakyoin moves to the back room of the store. You shudder as you get a whiff of Jotaro’s blood for the first time, your senses zeroing in on the smell overpowering all the others in the store. You suppress a growl and feel your hair stand on end as you glare at the cooler.

“We’ll have to take it with us. It will run out of air eventually- especially if it keeps shouting like that. We’ll see if we can get any more info out of it and burry it.” You nod at his reasoning. It would be too dangerous to just leave it but the new detour puts your travel plans in a bind.

Kakyoin emerges from the back room and nods to Jotaro, “They were still using an old tape system. I took care of the footage.” Jotaro sighs and nods, then motions the beta to help him carry the cooler. They each grab a handle and lead the pack back outside where Polnareff is waiting, bored in the driver seat. There is no sign of the cashier and old man, now is the time for a clean exit.

“Jeeze! What took you guys so long? You fall into the toilets or something?” Polnareff mocks as the rest of the pack load the snacks into the car. He does a double take and gapes at the fresh wounds you are all sporting. “Guys?”

Jotaro just gives the cooler a little shake while loading it into the back and the gremlin screeches and rocks its makeshift trap. Polnareff jumps back in alarm as Jotaro says, “We ran into one of Dio’s scouts. We’ll fill you in on the way but we have to take a detour.” Polnareff just gulps and nods. Soon the pack is pulling out onto a side road, passing the ramp for the highway and heading back into the woods.

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Author’s Note:

I’m so proud of myself, actually keeping to my weekly schedule! Here we are, the first not-stand battle featuring the Tower of Grey! All the battles are going to be cryptids and mythical creatures and I figured a gremlin was perfect for this one. 1: he’s an ugly gross guy. 2: biggest influence I had for gremlins was the old episode of twilight zone where it is messing with the plane. 3: he somewhat follows cannon plot of showing up and causing an immediate detour.

[princess-of-riviaa]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Syverson x OFC (Bek); August Walker x OFC (Bek); Syverson x Yennefer

Author’s Note: This takes place in an AU where Syverson, August, Geralt, Jaskier, and Yennefer are all members of a motorcycle club/bike gang. I have written another oneshot that takes place in the same AU called Let Him Watch with Geralt and Jaskier.

Summary: August has kept Bek tied up all day, and as a reward, he instructs Sy on how to fuck her.

Warning(s): cuckolding, cheating but it’s consensual (?), bondage

Word Count:

The White Wolves: Motorcycle Club

The Cast

August Walker: half-brother to Sy; second-in-command/enforcer; took on the heavy responsibilities of the gang after his “death” with Ethan Hunt; stays lowkey and doesn’t leave the compound unless necessary

Lucas “Sy” Syverson: half-brother to August; gang leader; retired from army after his 3rd tour and joined the gang, quickly rising to the top

Geralt Rivian: tactics specialist (teaches everyone how to operate handguns and how to beat people up); in a polyamorous relationship with Jaskier and some girl no one can ever remember the name of

Julian “Jaskier” Alfred Pankratz: in charge of gang inventory and negotiations (when needed); in a polyamorous relationship with Geralt and some girl no one can ever remember the name of

Walter Marshall: the police lieutenant with an unhealthy obsession with taking down The White Wolves after the bike gang “accidentally” killed Marshall’s daughter in a fire

Yennefer “Yenni” Venger: transport specialist, since she’s more obsessed with bikes than anyone in the gang; cousin of Jaskier and ex to Geralt, now married to Sy

Rebekah “Bek” Hunt: the gang’s whore with a secret knack for hacking; is August’s unofficial girlfriend, though she’ll get with any of the gang members if they ask (and they have)

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The ropes are beginning to dig into Beks’ skin. She’s lost track of how long she’s been like this, how long it’s been since the gang left. Her throat is dry, her muscles sore from a late night of being fucked by August, but above everything she’s bored. There’s only so much time she can spend tied up--alone and waiting like the good whore she is--before she loses interest.

The day started a lot better than it ended. Beks woke up this morning to a pleasurable wetness between her thighs. Only when she’d opened her eyes and looked down had she realized it was August, eating her out with such skill that she was coming in her sleep. He’d held her down with his body weight and forced her to take everything he gave her. He ate her out for a good half hour, clearly trying to get his fill of her. She’d lost count of how many times he brought her to orgasm. When she thought he’d finally relent on her sore, swollen pussy, he pulled his cock out and began fucking her. She was in tears by the end, completely overstimulated, but the sight of her like that had only urged August to continue. He’d left her alone only because his gang--The White Wolves, which he was the second-in-command of--had needed to take care of some business with another bike gang. That’s when he’d decided to tie her up to his bed, leaving her naked body sore and trapped until he returned.

That was six hours ago. The men haven’t been back yet. The only noise heard in the compound had come from Geralt’s--and now Jaskier’s--girlfriend. What was her name again? Beks never talked to her (both of them were usually too busy being fucked to get to know each other) and didn’t feel as bad about not knowing the girl’s name as she probably should. All she knew about the nameless girl was that she’s the only woman, save for Yenni, that Geralt had ever really let himself fall for. He’d started sharing her with Jaskier lately, something that surprised Bek. Geralt was known around the compound for being territorial about the few things he let himself claim as his. But him and Jaskier were also best friends, so them divulging in a polyamorous relationship with a beautiful woman kind of made sense.

Beks used to be Geralt’s whore. Well, technically she wasn’t his. She was shared amongst the men of the gang, but Geralt had used her services the most. Especially when Yenni and Sy had first started dating; that had been a rough, lonely time for him. Beks had been happy to ease his hurting and warm his bed on nights when he needed someone. She loved talking to him late into the night, too. He’s such a closet genius about everything; it’s always fun to pick his brain about things.

But now she unofficially belonged to August. Once he’d faked his death publicly--he used to work for the CIA, but ran into some trouble with an agent named Ethan Hunt that August couldn’t recover from--he basically moved into the compound. Before that, Beks had only seen him a handful of times. But once he became a permanent resident here, he set his sights on her. She tried playing hard to get but he didn’t take no for an answer, and with a body like his and the dark, kinky mind inside his head, she couldn’t resist for long. And once he had her, neither one of them could get enough. He became her regular client. And though it had never officially been stated, she was more his girlfriend now than just the gang’s whore.

A door slams shut and Beks jumps, the ropes around her wrists burning her already-sore skin. Her heart begins to race at the thought of August returning to her. Only now does she realize how wound up she’s been. Despite him more than satisfying her needs this morning, she still craves for him to be deep inside of her again.

There’s voices in the hallway--Geralt’s, she thinks. And maybe Sy? They sound angry. She wonders what happened today. Butterflies make her stomach turn. August always fucks her so good when he’s pent up about something. She’s going to get it good tonight.

The door to his room opens and she tenses, already anticipating the marks he’s going to leave on her body.

“I’ve waited for you all day, just like you wanted--” she begins, then freezes when she sees Sy walk into the room. She’s completely naked, everything on display, and though he’s seen her naked a few times, he’s a married man and the leader of their group. He’s never anything less than professional and the thought of him seeing her like this…

He freezes in the doorway, unable to keep himself from taking in her naked body. Goosebumps rise on Bek’s skin as he eye-fucks her.

“Uh… Sy?” She clears her throat, suddenly catching herself. “I mean, Syverson? Where’s August?”

He appears in the doorway behind Sy, looking as coy as the devil. “Hey, beautiful.”

Beks looks between the two men. They’re half-brothers--same dad, different moms--and you can see the resemblance in their body shapes. They’re both tall and thick with muscle. It makes them intimidating to everyone, even people who are on their good side. But that’s where the similarities stop.

Sy��s beard has grown since Beks last saw him and there’s obvious stress in his eyes. She imagines that, if he’d let his hair grow out, he’d be losing most of it from the stress of being the gang’s leader. Beks is happy he has Yenni to go to; only someone as level-headed and strong as her could manage to hold Sy up through all of his hardships. The jeans and red shirt he’s in are the same Beks spotted him in two days ago. She wonders how much sleep he’s gotten in the past few days.

August, on the other hand, is freshly shaven save for his beard. There’s a glint in his eyes that wasn’t there when he entered the room. Looking at Beks always made him brighten up a little, even if he was reluctant to admit it. He wore the navy shirt of his that you normally sleep in. He’d taken it today because, after weeks of you wearing it every night, it now smells like you and not him, and he’d wanted something of yours to keep close while he dealt with gang business. It fits him well, and by that Beks means it’s now a size too small due to all the wash cycles it’s survived, and August’s muscles are clearly defined under the material.

“What’s going on?” Her voice shakes with uncertainty. If there was a meeting going to be held that she needed to be a part of, wouldn’t August have untied her by now? Why are they just standing in the doorway, watching her? And more importantly, why does she like it so much?

August comes over to the bed and leans down to check the ropes on her wrists. “Relax, baby girl.”

Somehow those three simple words manage to calm her. She relaxes on the bed.

“You’ve been so good today,” he tells her, “waiting for me like this. I know it was hard. You did good.”

Beks feels her face warm at the praise. That’s always been her weakness, which is probably the only reason August--cold, sadistic August--says things like that to her, because he knows the effect those words have on her, how it makes her so willing and compliant for him.

“And as a reward, I’m going to let Sy fuck you,” August continues.

Bek’s eyes go wide as she glances at Sy in the doorway, watching her carefully. “What? What about Yenni?”

The corners of Sy’s mouth perk up, like he’s amused at Beks’ response. “She said she wants me to do this with you.”

Yeah, right. Beks trusted Sy, but she knows every trick in the book that men like to play. She’s not about to fall for that. “I’m going to need to hear her say it.”

“He’s telling the truth,” comes Yenni’s voice as she rounds the corner. She’s wearing a leather jacket and tight jeans. Her black hair is pulled back in a high ponytail and her red lipstick brings attention to her mouth. She’s stunningly beautiful, not even Beks can deny that. Yenni throws her a small smile as she enters the room. “I have my own reasons for agreeing to this, but you have my approval.”

Beks swallows, suddenly nervous. It’s not like she’s never been naked in a room full of people, but it’s still unnerving. Something about this feels wrong. That’s probably why it’s making her so wet. She looks back at August, reading his face for any signs of uncertainty or hesitancy.

“I’m going to tell Sy exactly how to make you fall apart,” August tells her. “Does that sound good?”

The little gasp Beks makes gives away how she feels about it.

August smirks at her. “You’re already so wet at the thought of this, aren’t you? Such a fucking slut, just how I like it.”

Before Beks can say anything, August takes a seat on the couch in the corner. Beks can see his slight erection with the way his legs are spread. She’s surprised cuckolding turns him on so much, but more surprised he’s waited this long to try it out. Yenni takes a seat beside August, her attention solely on her husband.

Beks swallows. “You’re staying?”

Yenni’s blue-purple eyes slide to hers. “Of course. I have to tell you how to please my husband, where and how to touch him to make him fall apart.”

Only now does Beks begin to realize that this had all been planned. The three of them had known about this, anticipated this, planned for this, all without telling her. Beks looks back at August. He can see the betrayal and hurt in her eyes. She’s more than willing to do anything in the bedroom, but she needs to know first. And he just threw this all on her with no warning. There’s a flash of regret in August’s eyes. Beks knows that’s the only apology she’s going to get from him.

Sy makes his way to the bed, tossing his shirt off on the way. Beks can’t help herself from staring at the thick expanse of muscle that is his arms, chest, and stomach. Dark hair swirls around his pecs and abdomen, disappearing below his pantline. His skin is a deep tan and Beks can feel the warmth radiating off of him. The way he crawls over her makes her simultaneously slick with arousal and still with nerves.

“What’s your safeword?” August calls out, sensing Bek’s sudden unease.

“Hunt,” she replies, her gaze locked on Sy’s. “My safeword is Hunt.”

“And yours?” Yenni asks Sy.

His gaze travels from Bek’s eyes to her mouth, and then to something above her. “Purple,” he says just as he pulls out a pocket knife and cuts the ropes that had been restraining Beks all day. He turns to cut the ropes at her ankles, too.

“Spread her legs,” August demands of Sy.

He complies before Beks can even process August’s words, and with a sharp movement her legs are spread wide, revealing her dripping pussy to Sy. His eyes are hungry as he looks at the arousal dripping between her legs.

“Kiss her leg,” August says. “Start at the ankle and move up to the hip.”

Sy begins to leave a trail of soft pecks up her leg. It feels so good that goosebumps rise on Bek’s body and she shivers with pleasure. He massages her calf and thigh as he kisses her, making her body so relaxed that she practically melts into the bed. When Sy gets to her hip, he pauses, awaiting further instruction.

“Do it again to the other leg,” August tells him. “Don’t give her cunt a second of attention.”

Beks resists the urge to whine at his words, needing relief from the aching heat in her core, but she knows August will make Sy punish her if she complains. So she holds her whine in and watches with half-closed eyes as Sy moves onto her other leg. August knows exactly what this is doing to Bek. He knows nothing winds her up more than when he touches the inside of her thighs. That’s exactly why he’s making Sy do it now, because he loves watching her squirm as her pussy gets wetter and wetter, desperate for attention.

“Now run a finger between her folds,” August orders when Sy kisses his way up Bek’s other leg. “See how wet she is. If she’s not completely dripping you’re going to do it again.”

Beks lets out a moan as Sy runs a thick, calloused finger between her folds, soaking up enough arousal from her that it begins to drip down his hand.

“Oh, yeah,” he grunts out, his pupils completely blown, “she’s fucking soaked.” He addresses Beks as he says, “You like being teased, don’t you? Yeah, you’re a beggar, I can tell.”

Beks bites her lip, trying to keep from squirming. There’s little she loves more than dirty talk. And the way Sy is looking at her, looking ready to devour her, with that thick Southern accent of his… oh, fuck.

“Lie on your back, Sy,” Yenni says, standing from the couch and putting something in Bek’s hand. She turns it over to see that it’s a cock ring. “It’s your turn to get wound up.”

Though he seems a bit reluctant to submit so easily, the soldier in him can’t resist following orders, and he lies on his back beside Bek. She sits up and turns to look down at him, enjoying the change of positions as much as Sy hates it.

“Put that ring on him,” Yenni tells Bek, “and give him the blowjob of your life.”

Beks doesn’t have to be told twice. She moves to straddle Sy’s thick thighs, his strong muscles brushing against her sensitive thighs as she slides the cock ring down his thick shaft. He has a slight curve and a prominent vein on the underside of his cock, and though he’s impressive in both length and girth, August is a bit longer than Sy. Beks takes note of this, grateful that she’ll probably be able to fit him in her mouth more easily than she can with August.

Sy watches Beks anxiously, waiting for the moment she first puts her mouth on him. But any good whore knows that to give a good blowjob, you don’t start with deepthroating the guy. She leans down and begins to suck on his balls, no doubt sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. By the time she’s done, his cock is covered in his own pre-cum, the tip completely swollen and red. She gives the head of his cock a few teasing kitten licks before licking right up the center and letting his pre-cum fall on her tongue. Sy curses under his breath. Beks smiles, knowing she’s wound him up enough to really go to town now. She slowly takes all of him in her mouth, swirling her tongue along the bottom of his cock as she bobs her head up and down his length. His hips are thrusting up in no time, desperate for release. But even if she wanted to give it to him, that ring won’t let him reach his climax.

“Are you ready baby?” Yenni addresses Sy. “Do you want her tight little cunt wrapped around you?”

“Fuck yes,” Sy growls as his gaze darkens on Beks, looking at her like an animal ready to devour its prey, and the look makes Beks burn with want.

“Straddle him,” August commands Beks. “Sink down on him slowly. I want you to feel every inch of him entering you.”

Beks is quick to obey and adjusts herself on top of Sy. He’s thick with muscle just like August, and her legs spread far as she straddles his hips. His erection rests between her folds. The meeting point of both their sexes sends tingles through her entire body so intense that she can barely breathe. They’re both tense with anticipation. Beks moves up on her knees and wraps her hand around the base of Sy’s cock, holding it at her entrance as she begins to sink down on him. They both let out cries and moans of pleasure as she slowly pushes him all the way inside of her.

“Fuck,” Sy breathes once he’s fully bottomed out inside of her.

“What do I do now, Daddy?” she asks August, unable to keep her eyes off of Sy’s blue ones.

“I want you to bounce on his cock,” August says, “and not stop until you’ve cum at least twice.”

And so she begins.

***

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Peaches |Werewolf au | Exo | Chanyeol | Epilogue

Masterlist |  Peaches

Werewolf!AU

Length: 2.3k

Note: :)

Warnings: none

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Fluff/angst

Summary: Werewolves live peacfully with the humans but not always peacefully with eachother.

“You may be the head of the pack now but you should be a father first!” you shouted. He had to leave again, he was never around anymore and whenever he was it was fight after fight. It was always the same thing over and over again, he would come back late at night and leave before dawn. “They’re toddlers now Chanyeol! They’re big enough to wander around on their own now, I can’t do this by myself anymore!”

“I don’t have time to deal with your outbursts Y/n!” he growled running his hands through his hair in exasperation, “The festival of leaves is coming up quickly. I have so much pressure on me to make new alliances and maintain old ones... but you wouldn’t understand. I have to go.”

You heard his heavy footsteps followed by the slamming door and you winced as the cries from the nursery started almost immediately. It was almost dawn and in the moment you got so caught up in the fighting that you forgot your kids were asleep in the other room. Quickly, you rushed into the nursery gathering Daewon in your arms and trying to calm him down before he woke up Miso.You only let a few tears roll down your cheek once you made sure they were both asleep and you closed the door behind you. Collapsing back onto the hallways floor you let yourself sob once again, you felt broken. It felt like your mate was disappearing out of your life, you never saw him anymore without yelling, it felt like he wasn’t even your mate anymore. All the responsibility of raising the pups had fallen onto your shoulders and you had no idea what you were doing, you didn’t grow up in the pack and you were so scared of ruining the future of your two pups you desperately needed help. You tried your best to understand his responsibilities but he’s always out in a meeting, planning something for the future of the pack but what about the future of your family? You were starting to wonder if your pups would grow up knowing they have a father. 

That night you felt the bed dip beside you and his arm snake around your waist assuming you were asleep. You let him pull you close to him as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck before his breathing slowed and he fell asleep. But by morning he was gone again and the bed was cold.

----

Slowly you began packing your things, not that he would notice. On the fifth day of not having seen or spoken to him other than the rumpled sheets you saw in the morning you packed your things, took the two pups and left. With tears in your eyes you climbed onto the wagon beside your mom with Miso on your lap, she gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze before setting off. 

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you want honey,” she said as you headed towards her cottage on the other side of the village, “I know it hasn’t been long since we’ve known eachother but I want you to know I’ll always be there for you, alright?”

“Thanks mom,” you sighed, leaning your head onto her shoulder, “I’m really glad I found you again and I think you’re going to be an amazing grandma.”

“I’m glad I found you again too,” she said with a chuckle, “And I promise I’ll do my best as a grandma even if I wasn’t a very good mom.”

The both of you laughed at that and before you knew it you were at her cottage and letting Daewon and Miso run around in the yard as you unloaded your things. Your mom’s cottage was about an hour walk away from the village in a little meadow where she decided to fix it up after she found it abandoned. Your mother wasn’t very social and never really spent much time with the pack so there were only a few wolves who knew she lived out here even though she was part of the pack. It was exactly what you needed right now, time away from everything, a chance to relax and take care of your pups. 

“You didn’t need to clean out your studio for us,” you whined. The cottage only had three rooms separate from the kitchen and living space, one of which you mom was using as an art studio.

“Nonsense,” she told you, setting down the final box, “We couldn’t have all three of you staying in one room now could we? And besides, I’ve been meaning to turn the shed into my studio since I first moved in and there’s way more space.”

“Well at least let me make dinner tonight.”

“Fine, just don’t burn the house down,” she agreed with a smile, “Now are you sure you don’t need any help unpacking?”

You smiled and squeezed her hand, “I don’t, I promise.”

“Okay, now come on you two fearsome wolves,” she said, throwing Daewon over her shoulder with a giggle, “let’s go get a snack.”

You smiled to yourself as you watched the three of them tumble into the kitchen, leaving you to unpack the rest of their clothing into a set of drawers your mom had put in the twin’s room. Going through their clothes and finding some things they’ve grown out of brought back memories from when all of you were still a happy family, you quickly pushed them to the back of the drawer and finished putting the rest of your things. Now you would make this your home and you were going to do all you could to make sure your pups grow up happy and loved in a family. 

When the twins had finally fallen asleep later that night you joined your mom at the kitchen table with a cup of tea.

“I know there’s a lot going on in your life, and you haven't exactly told me why you decided to move out but I can assume a little bit. I said you can stay as long as you want and you can because you’re my daughter but my only request is that when you feel comfortable you’ll talk to me about it, okay?” Your mom asked.

“I will, I promise,” you told her.

“Now off to bed with you too, you’ve had a long day.”

You nodded and hugged your mom quickly before heading to the room which was now yours. Before you left you told Jongin and his mate so they wouldn’t worry but they swore they wouldn’t tell anyone and you promised to visit them once and awhile. Nobody else knew and that’s how you wanted it, at least for a little while.

----

You settled in quickly to life at the cottage for the first week, when the weather was nice you spent most of the days outside playing in the meadow and gardening. The pups loved running around in the woods around the cottage and even started helping your mom with some of her artwork though it never ended without paint on everybody. When the weather was poor you stayed inside baking and reading books, you and your mom did the best you could teaching the pups about being wolves even though neither of you had been part of a pack for long. Finally you were ready and told your mom about everything that had happened between you and Chanyeol.

“-and there’s one more thing… I’m pregnant again.”

She gasped, “Oh sweetie how long have you known?”

“For about a month, I was feeling sick so a friend agreed to watch the twins when I went to visit Kyungsoo and see what was wrong, that’s when he told me I was pregnant.”

“Does Chanyeol know?” she asked, “I swear if he knew and still ignored you like that-”

“No he doesn’t,” you cut her off “I don’t want Chanyeol to find out and I’ve been thinking I want to move back to the other side of the lake but I don't want to be a burden…. It’s almost the festival again anyways”

There was a pause.

She hugged you tightly, “I’m sure it’ll all be fine darling, don’t make any rash decisions you have a lot of things to consider especially with another pup on the way. He’s your mate after all, it’s bound to work out eventually and I’ll support you either way.”

“Thanks mom,” you sighed into her shoulder, “I just don’t know how I should feel.”

“He has new responsibilities as well and you being gone is probably making him even more stressed,” she told you, “Don’t worry yourself more over another kid, it’s never easy when you’re a new parent. You know how bad I was with you,” she chuckled, “But from what I’ve seen you’re already doing amazing with the twins. Eventually you need to talk to Chanyeol but until you’re ready you can stay here as long as you want.”

You smiled, “Thanks mom, I love you.”

----

You stayed with your mom for a few more weeks in the cottage but even in those few weeks you could already see the twins growing more and more. Chanyeol hadn’t found where you were yet but you’d be surprised if he even noticed you were gone in the first place. No matter how much you tried to think it over again and again your worries never disappeared and eventually you agreed to meet up with Jongin’s mate Hyeri for tea. The two of you sat to chat in the garden while the twin’s napped inside.

“It’s so great to see you again Y/n,” she gushed, “It hasn’t been the same without you.”

You smiled and sighed, “I’ve really missed you and everyone else too but right now I need some time away.”

“Actually there's a reason I wanted to meet with you….” she said nervously, “I’m pregnant.”

“Really!” you exclaimed, “How far along are you? Does Jongin know?”

“It’s been a few months,” She said, “I told him as soon as I found out, he really wanted to come with me but he was too busy with the council.”

You gave her a sad smile, “I’m really happy for you two! I think you’re going to be amazing parents.”

“From what I’ve seen so far, you’re an amazing mom too.”

“Actually,” you sighed, “I’m pregnant too and Chanyeol doesn’t know.”

She let out a deep sigh of relief and you gave her a quizzical look. Why was she so relieved by the news you were expecting?

She let out a nervous chuckle, “I thought you looked rounder than before and I didn’t know if it was just the stress or…..”

“Is it really that noticeable?” you asked. First it was your mom and now Hyeri, thinking about it you weren’t really sure how far along you were.

“Your belly is really starting to show,” she told you with a smile, “It’s weird to think that I’ll look like that soon too. And no wonder Chanyeol looks so terrible these days. He’s running himself ragged, they say mates know, even if they don’t actually know, something inside them does. Before we knew Jongin acted like he had ants in his pants all the time……”

As she continued to talk your mind spun with all the information she was sharing with you and you felt yourself starting to worry.

“-You really need to talk to him Y/n, before he goes insane from worry. We’ve been doing our best to make sure he eats and sleeps but there’s not much more we can do. Missing you is killing him.”

She left after you talked for a little while longer but you knew you weren’t paying enough attention as your mind was elsewhere. 

----

All night you stayed up thinking and by morning you had decided you needed to go back and see him.

----

You stayed up far past sunset waiting for him and when he finally got home you heard him pause before you heard him bound through the house, burst through the door and take you up in his arms.

“Y/n!” he exclaimed burying his face into your neck, I’m so glad you’re finally back. Where are the pups?”

You grabbed his arm as he tried to leave and pulled him back, “Chanyeol wait,” he turned back to you confused, “They’re not here, it’s just me, we need to talk.”

“Why do we need to talk?” he snarled suddenly, “you took our pups and disappeared without a word for almost a month and we need to talk?”

“I need to explain some things before I decide if I’m going to stay or not…” you said gently, “I took the kids with me when I left because I couldn’t leave them here. You’re never around and the pups need a father, someone to take care of them. I also felt abandoned, I’m your mate Chanyeol, I love you but you still left every day. If we’re going to stay you need to be a part of the family, I will try to change too and understand everything you’re going through but you need to try and understand what I’m going through as well.”

He took your hand in his, eyes welling with tears, “I will do my best Y/n I promise, just don’t leave again and break my heart. You and the pups have been all I can think about and I’m so, so sorry. I love you.”

Everything felt right again when you wrapped your arms around him, “I love you too, but there’s one more thing I have to tell you.”

He looked at you with concern leaning back a bit, you took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant again.”

“Really?”

You nodded.

“Really really?”

You nodded again.

“Oh Y/n, I’m so happy!”

----

Again you were a big happy family and a few months later you were an even bigger happy family. And you knew there was nothing more you could ask for.

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Feral Roots {M Shadows One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3387 Summary: The Full Moon is coming up, and the leader of your wolf pack needs some stress relief. Notes: Smut, Breeding kink.

The full moon was only three days away, and all of the pack were beginning to get antsy. Tension was brewing beneath the surface, and even a hint of sarcasm was enough to send the men biting at each others necks. Your own body felt like it was starting to betray you, giving into urges that were not all that convenient. It didn’t help that the Alpha of the pack, M, had his dark eyes on you most of the time these days. It was those eyes that made you feel detached from your own will, and want to submit fully to his. However, you didn’t like to give in too easily. He liked a challenge, and you enjoyed giving him one.

You were one of the young women who worked mostly on cooking duty. Roasting big pieces of meat, and adding in some vegetables because you were all still partly human, took up a big portion of the day. Wolves needed their protein - especially with the stressful change coming up. You had a full pig roasting on a spit, and you were making sure that it was being turned properly. “What’s cookin, good lookin?” One of the main pack came over to you, the smell tempting his nostrils.

“Don’t you know a pig when you see one, Syn?” You asked the long haired man. He snorted with laughter and took a seat on the grass to really take in the view. “You never come out here while we’re cooking, what’s up?”

“Shads is in a mood,” He rolled his eyes. “You know what he’s like this time around. He needs to get fucking laid. Why don’t you go help him out, you are his favorite.”

“Cooking duty,” You said, smiling slightly at being called the favorite. It gave you certain advantages - like you could get away with more things. As a woman in the pack, you were pretty respected. You could carry on the line. You protected. You took care of everyone. But you still liked to get up to some mischief at times. “Why don’t you give it a try? You’re rather pretty yourself with those cheekbones. Most of them women here envy you.”

You normally wouldn’t have been able to get away with saying something like that.

Syn, or Brian as was his true name, glared at you, then went back to looking at the meat. You could almost see the drool coming out of his mouth. “It’s going to be another couple of hours,” You told him. “I mean, if you’re willing to help out with peeling the potatoes, I can make sure that you get a prime piece.”

“I’m in,” He said. You got him situated with a bucket of potatoes and a knife to peel them with, then went back to your post of turning meat. It was the slow roast that helped the meat taste so good - perfectly juicy, just the way that the werewolves liked it.

-

Being part of a pack meant living in a very communal sort of place. It was more like a trailer park than anything else that you  could describe, just inside a large privately-owned forest. There was a rather large house on the property, which the strongest of the pack shared, while the rest lived in rather luxurious trailers dotted around the land. It helped you all to feel closer to nature. And it made it easier for the nights when you were doomed to shift.

This meant that all of you ate together.

Picnic tables were strewn around, some with umbrellas to stay in the shade, but most without. The strongest of the pack, the main five, sat together at the biggest one, and their plates were often piled high. Syn seemed to be relishing this meal more than usual, probably because he had a hand in making it. You sat with some of the other women at a shaded table, your plate still full of food but not nearly as much as the men’s. You ate what you needed and left what you didn’t for the others, such as the kids who were running around playing after eating. People were talking, it was a wonderful day until...

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” M yelled, throwing his plate on the ground, half eaten chunks of food flying across the grass.

“M!” You shouted, getting to your feet. The whole pack went quiet, staring at the large man who had stood up and was glaring at Zacky, who was one of his best friends. You left the picnic table behind to go to his, and pick up the plate which had surprisingly not shattered. “Go and take a shower and cool off,” You said, looking up at him, setting the plate on the table.

“Don’t think you can tell me what to do-” M started, but you growled at him before he could call you a name.

“You’re scaring the pups,” You said, motioning your head to one of the younger kids who ran to hide behind his mom at the yelling. Tempers may fly but swearing wasn’t something that happened around the young ones. “Now go inside while I clean your mess up.”

“Fine,” M said, slamming his hand on top of the table, sending all of the cutlery flying up into the air. He stepped out from the picnic table and stormed towards the house, clearly in a bad mood. Were this a cartoon, you’d be seeing steam coming from his ears, or a black swirl atop his head.

“Now why did you have to go and antagonize him like that?” You snapped at the raven-haired man.

“What, I’m not allowed to speak?” Zacky asked, his anger still bubbling beneath the surface.

“You knew what you said was going to get a reaction,” Syn chimed in, wiping his mouth with his napkin as if the tantrum hadn’t happened. “It’s your own fault, dumbass.”

“Let’s go take a swim, cool you down,” Johnny said, getting onto his feet, pulling the dark haired man towards the lake that was in the forest that you all often used for bathing and exercise. You got back down to the ground and started to pick up the bits of food so you could properly dispose of it in the compost, shaking your head and muttering about what idiots men were.

“You shouldn’t have to clean up after him,” Brooks said, bending down to help you out.

“You’re right, it should be Zacky cleaning this,” You sighed, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand once everything was back on the table. “But we all  know he won’t lift a finger.”

“You should go see M,” Syn said, back to eating the meat off the bone. “He’s pissed.”

“Well now I am too. I hate when you guys scare the pups. Seriously, it’s a hard time for everyone right now. No need to act like children.”

“I hate to say it but he has a good reason to be mad this time,” Syn told you, making your curiosity peak.

“I don’t care if he gets mad or not, he has to keep his temper in front of the kids,” You said, not backing down. Syn put up his hands in innocence, throwing in the towel on the conversation. “I am going to go check on him though, and make sure that he’s alright.”

You didn’t miss the sexual motion that Syn made to Brooks, but you decided to say nothing about it this time. The last thing that pack needed was another argument during dinner. You just gave him the finger, then walked up to the house, slipping in through the back door. Other than M, it should be empty.

You followed the sounds of grunting to the built-in gym. Most of the pack just used the woods - strong branches for pull-ups, balance training, logs for strength etc - but M seemed to like punching bags over bark. He was working up a sweat, clad only in his shorts, hands not wrapped or anything, going to town on the bag.

“Do you want me to get you a picture of Zacky’s face? I have one on my dartboard,” You joked, coming up behind and held the bag steady. He kept hitting it, but his eyes averted to you and he was a little more careful. “You should at least put something on your hands, you’re going to make them raw.”

One good punch sent the bag out of your hands and it flew a dozen feet and landed on the mats. “He’s an asshole.”

“I know - but why in particular today, hmm?” You took an ice pack out of the freezer that was above a fridge that held energy drinks and water bottles, and lightly pressed it onto M’s knuckles. The discarded bag could wait.

“He says that it’s about time that you get bred,” M said, anger coming through in his voice. You were a bit surprised by how defensive he had gotten over that topic. You bit down on your lower lip in thought as you nursed M’s hand, attempting to stop the swelling before it started.

“I mean, he has a point,” You said, gingerly. “I would love to have a pup or two of my own by now. And you’re the reason that I don’t, M. I know we have our thing going on but you gotta drop me as a favorite eventually and let me find a mate.”

“Don’t you fucking start,” M said, tearing his hand away from you. “I’m not going to let you go and be some stupid mutt’s mate. You’re too good for everyone here.”

“As true as that is,” You started, attempting to lighten the mood, “-that’s my fate here. And the sooner you realize that, the sooner I can get on with it. And I think the only reason you’re mad is because Zacky wants to be the one to do it.”

“He’ll never have you, y/n. We both know that you could never love him.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone else in the pack who could be good to me. I deserve a mate, M.”

“And you never stopped to fucking consider me, did you?” M said, his voice going softer than it had before. You squeezed your hand around the ice pack in an attempt to keep you grounded. You never had this conversation with him before although you had always hoped... He never gave any sort of indication that he wanted you for anything other than sex.

“You’re just feeling the full moon coming, that’s what is making you say that,” You said, your voice going just as soft as his had. You tossed the pack onto the table, then approached the muscular man, putting your cold hands on his chest. He hissed slightly at the sensation but didn’t back away. “But if that’s how you really feel, we’ll talk about it after, okay?”

“It’s not the moon fever,” He insisted, grabbing you roughly around your waist before you could depart. “I may be jealous because of what that shithead said, but you’re both right. You need a mate and it’s time that you’re bred.”

“Are you asking me, or are you telling me?”

“I’m saying that I want you as my mate, for the rest of my life, and I want to put my baby in your stomach.”

“You can’t take that back, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Matt said, smirking, his bad mood seemingly to have dissipated. Roughly, he dragged you to bench where he often lifted weights, got you onto your knees and bent you over it. His hand went through your hair, then grabbed it and held it at the base of your neck. “I can smell you,” He said, sighing happily.

And it was probably true. He had very keen senses and from the moment he hinted at wanting to be your mate, you had felt yourself becoming aroused. He lifted up the skirt of your dress, resting it on your back, and pulled your panties down to be around your knees. The cool air conditioning hit your skin and caused goosebumps up and down your thighs.

“Are you going to keep it slow or are you going to make me scream?” You asked, smiling though he couldn’t see your face. It was pressed against the bench, cheek down. He pulled at your hair harder, causing your head to jerk up.

You don’t know when he had the time to push his sweatpants down and get onto his own knees, but he had - and he started to thrust into you roughly from behind. His one hand was still tangled up in your hair while the other was holding your dress onto your back, keeping you steady. Your mouth opened unwillingly at the sheer force and suddenness of it all, but it certainly wasn’t to complain. You moaned loud enough to feel the bench rumble beneath you. He kept pushing your head up so that he could hear you louder. He loved the sounds that you made. He craved them. He yanked your arms behind your back for more leverage, went quicker and quicker - and then began to slow down. This wasn’t supposed to be just some quick fuck. Five minutes isn’t enough for stress release.

You took in deep breaths of air as he slowed, all of the jostling around had made all of your breath leave your lungs. He let go of your hair so you rested back down against the cool bench. Beadlets of sweat were already resting on top of the leather from your forehead.  He left you for a moment, and you felt bare. Empty. Cold. But when he came back after only thirty seconds, he had a jump rope and started to tie it around your wrists. You trusted him entirely. You were still in euphoria from being asked to be his mate. That combined with the knowledge that he was going to give you a child made you entirely pliable in his hands.

He grabbed hold of your shoulders and entered himself again, making you cry out. There was never any foreplay with M. It was a lucky thing that you were always aroused while around him. He lightly slapped your cheek, then shoved his index and middle fingers into your mouth. You started to suck on them immediately, knowing what he wanted. You relaxed against him, feeling safe, feeling loved.

“Oh my God,”  You cried out, raising your ass as high as it could go.

“Yes,” M hissed. “You’re mine. I’m going to breed you like the bitch you are.”

After another couple minutes of rough thrusting on the bench, he pulled out again, and helped you up to your feet, holding onto your binded wrists as if they were handcuffs. He paraded - yes, paraded - you in front of the windows and over to the sofa. You weren’t ashamed at all. Nudity was perfectly normal among the pack, since it was a natural way of being. You were nude when you transformed into a wolf, and nude when you came back. It was rarely considered to be a sexual thing, though it felt like it now, with the way that M was holding onto you. The way that he threw you down onto the couch. He didn’t go straight back into you, but rather, rubbed your ass and took in the sight of your pussy on display. He spanked each cheek, then grabbed them roughly.

You were on your stomach once again, a position that you were finding yourself in quite a bit today. M spread your legs then went back in with a satisfied groan. You were whimpering into the couch cushions as he entered you at a slight angle, riding you hard. He lowered himself, his weight on you, his hand covering your mouth making it a bit harder for you to breathe. He liked that. He enjoyed the struggle. It was rough, it was crushing. It was enough to take you out of your head.

M was groaning and moaning, as his face was turning red from the exertion. He wanted to make sure to give you the best and the strongest seed. He slid off, the sweat between your bodies turning it into a slip and slide, and flipped you around so you were on your back. Your hands were still tied up behind you and it was extremely uncomfortable, but the strain just added more to the experience. You gasped as you saw M’s face looming over you, his body between your spread legs. Goddamn, he was so fucking beautiful.

There was no doubt about the fact that there would be evidence on your body of this for days to come. His fingertips pressed into your neck, the binding on your wrists causing chafing. You might not be able to cross your legs for a few days with how hard he was going on you. But oh, how blissful it was in this moment.

“Cum in me, M, give me a baby,” You moaned, wishing you could run your hands through his hair. Or even over his muscles. The sheen of sweat over his muscles gave him an otherworldly glow. There was a reason why he was the Alpha and why everyone put their complete trust in him. He had a silent power hidden behind those eyes that were staring into yours right now. This wasn’t just a rough fuck, though he was squeezing your neck tighter than before.

Your head was hanging off of the side of the sofa as he continued to plunge in and then pull out. You saw love and respect in his eyes. You were his mate now - the bond was formed, and it would be cemented once his sperm was inside of you.

“Take it, make our baby strong,” M said, throwing his hand back. He let go of your throat, which brought color back to your vision, to play with your clit as he got closer to his climax. As your own came, overpowering you with white waves from head to toe, M’s hit him. He shuddered, releasing himself inside of you with a beastial growl worthy of a bear rather than a wolf.

You struggled to get your breath back, laying limp against the sofa. You would have to disinfect it before the rest of the guys came in, but th sex was worth it. Your chest was heaving when M slowly pulled out, taking his time to make sure that his cum didn’t seep out of you. “Do you feel better now?” You asked, bringing your head up onto the couch to be a little more comfortable. Your eyes caught onto the sight of his cock, still mostly stiff but starting to soften. He was still so big, it was no wonder why you were so sore and unable to move. “Enough stress release?”

“I meant what I said,” M said, finally moving and helped you adjust so your whole body was on the couch, and untied your hands. He knew modesty wasn’t an issue, but he draped a throw blanket over top of you. “I want you to be my mate.”

You snuggled into the couch, taking your arms out from beneath the blanket to hold his hand. “Are you asking me or telling me?”

M chuckled, looking away from you to the windows, seeing the cleaning going on outside. It was an after dinner ritual. “Both.”

“Silly man,” You shook your head. “Go get something to eat. You’re going to need your strength back after that.”

“Taking care of me already?” M asked, getting to his feet.

“Uhh - I’ve been doing it for ages, thanks for noticing.”

“That’s my girl.”

[sciencespies]

Tribes Reintroduce Swift Fox to Northern Montana’s Fort Belknap Reservation

https://sciencespies.com/history/tribes-reintroduce-swift-fox-to-northern-montanas-fort-belknap-reservation/

Tribes Reintroduce Swift Fox to Northern Montana’s Fort Belknap Reservation

Swift foxes have been absent from the shortgrass prairie of the Fort Belknap Indian Reservation in northern Montana for more than half a century. But last month, that changed when the Assiniboine (Nakoda) and Gros Ventre (Aaniiih) Tribes of Fort Belknap reintroduced 27 swift foxes to the reservation, restoring a piece of the Great Plains ecosystem and a part of the tribes’ natural heritage.

For the tribes of Fort Belknap, restoring and maintaining their natural environment has been a priority for decades. The tribes reintroduced buffalo to the reservation’s 675,147 acres of prairie in the 1970s and the herd, centered around a 22,000-acre plot at Snake Butte, is now close to 800 strong. Fort Belknap also brought back black-footed ferrets via reintroductions in the 1990s and early 2000s.

But these reintroductions aren’t just about the environment, says Mike “Gopher” Fox, who is part of the Fort Belknap Tribal Council and a member of the Gros Ventre tribe.

“We don’t look at animals as just four legged or winged, we look at them as family,” says Fox. “For us it was like part of our family was missing all those years. Bringing the buffalo, the black-footed ferret and now the swift fox back, bringing those family members back home, connects us to our history with this land. It gives us a lot of pride as Natives.”

The swift fox weighs just around five pounds and is the smallest wild canine in North America. The animals occupy one main den and several sattelite dens year-round, which they sometimes annex from local prairie dog colonies. The foxes use these burrows and blistering speed—bursts of up to 40 miles-per-hour—to capture prey and escape their main predator, the coyote.

Swift foxes (Vulpes velox) once roamed the Great Plains from Canada all the way to Texas. But in the late 1800s, efforts to exterminate coyotes and wolves with poison and traps hammered the swift fox population, reducing its numbers by more than 90 percent. More recently, successful reintroductions in Canada and elsewhere in Montana beginning in the 1980s have helped these house cat-sized foxes reclaim around 40 percent of their traditional range.

A newly released swift fox races across the shortgrass prairie of the Fort Belknap Reservation in northern Montana. These tiny foxes are barely a foot tall and weigh between five and seven pounds. They depend on the short grasses of this type of prairie, without it they are unable to spot and escape predators like coyotes.

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But these reintroductions to the northern part of the swift fox’s range remain fragile, with just over 1,000 animals living along the Montana-Canada border. These northern foxes are separated from the much larger core population to the south by a gap of roughly 200 miles.

This isolation makes the northern swift fox populations more vulnerable to being snuffed out by disease, drought and other disasters, says Hila Shamon, an ecologist with the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute (SCBI) who collaborated with the tribes of Fort Belknap on the reintroduction project. Bringing swift fox back to Fort Belknap will help fill in the gap between the northern and southern populations, which is essential for species’ genetic diversity and long-term recovery, according to Shamon.

After two years of planning and research, the reservation’s new foxes were captured in late August and early September in Wyoming​’s Albany and Carbon counties. The effort was a collaborative between Fort Belknap, SCBI, Defenders of Wildlife and the World Wildlife Fund, which sent multiple teams to fan out across the prairie, setting metal box traps baited with bacon and sardines.

Jessica Alexander, owner and biologist at Little Dog Wildlife Inc. who trapped foxes for the initiative, says they caught as many as eight foxes in a single night. For the members of the team who went out to check the traps in the pre-dawn hours, success sounded like the diminutive canine’s throaty growl emanating from inside the metal trap. After giving the foxes a health check and a GPS collar, Alexander and the other team members moved them to Fort Belknap. When the foxes arrived on the reservation, wildlife professionals put the wily critters inside carefully selected patches of fenced-in habitat that featured abandoned prairie dog burrows—a swift fox’s favorite refuge. This release technique, called a soft release, is meant to help the animals acclimate to their new environs and reduce the stress of relocation.

“A number of the foxes tunneled out of the enclosures, but for the ones that stuck around we would just open up the pen,” says Tim Vosburgh, Fort Belknap’s tribal wildlife biologist. “Nearly all the foxes I released didn’t sprint off the way you might expect. They mostly stayed put—they felt comfort in having a burrow nearby.”

The releases occurred between September 12 and 20 as part of a five-year recovery plan. In the second and third years of the project, foxes will come from Colorado and Kansas, respectively, before the cycle starts over again with Wyoming in year four. The goal of the project is to release between 40 and 50 foxes each year. More releases were planned for the fall of 2020 to reach the 40-animal threshold, but a recent surge in cases of COVID-19 on the reservation caused the plan to be postponed until next fall.

Restoring this icon of the prairie to its former glory could help add balance and resilience to the plains ecosystem. “They will help keep their prey species, like rabbits, prairie dogs, birds and even insects, in check,” says Kristy Bly, a conservation biologist with the World Wildlife Fund’s Northern Great Plains Program. “This is a piece of the patchwork quilt of the shortgrass prairie ecosystem being woven back in.”

A swift fox examines its new surroundings as it emerges from its soft release pen at Fort Belknap.

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Significantly, the swift fox is also being woven back into the fabric of Fort Belknap’s Indigenous culture. Most members of the community don’t have any memories of swift fox on the reservation. “Something can be missing even if you don’t know it’s missing,” says George Horse Capture Junior, who serves as the reservation’s tourism director. “Around 100 years ago, we used to have ceremonies around this animal, but before this reintroduction, I’d never seen one on the reservation.”

Horse Capture Jr., whose father helped launch the Smithsonian’s National Museum of the American Indian, says the ceremony was a celebratory milestone for young men coming into their own as responsible and caring members of the tribal community, adding that the Cheyenne are known to still practice a version of the ceremony.

“Does having these animals back mean one of the young people, maybe trying to figure out who we were prior to the invasion and dislocation, will go down to the Cheyenne and ask for that ceremony back?” Horse Capture Jr. wonders. “Will the swift fox be another part of the jigsaw puzzle to help piece ourselves back together?”

On September 14, the Fort Belknap community held a socially distanced pipe ceremony to commemorate the release of several foxes out onto the prairie. The ceremony included singing, prayers for the well-being of the animals and remarks from tribal leaders. The event was also attended by young people from the nearby tribal college and other community members who came to see the reintroduction.

Even as COVID-19 makes life almost unrecognizable by forcing isolation in a community defined by close relationships, Fox says the reintroduction ceremony was a breath of fresh air. “It was something to take your mind off of COVID and politics, just a relief that something good happened.”

The GPS collars on the released foxes will allow Vosburgh and others to monitor the population, and assess how many of the relocated foxes survive and reproduce. Vosburgh says a successful swift fox reintroduction at Fort Belknap could provide a model for other reservations such as the Crow or Northern Cheyenne in southern Montana, or even someday supply foxes for other relocation projects.

At the release event, Horse Capture Jr. stared at one of the swift foxes, which he admitted were “so cute you wanted to hug the fart out of them,” and thought about the lost ceremony they inspired.

“You helped my ancestors by giving them a ceremony, and now I’m seeing you come back,” says Horse Capture Jr. “Yes, it’s on a reservation, something mandatory we were both put on, but you connect our future to the past—before this was Fort Belknap, before this was Montana or the United States of America. . . Seeing this animal, and seeing the young people who came to watch its return to our land, it gives me hope.”

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[marshmallow-phd]

Innocent Intentions

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Tao x Reader

Summary: There was one thing you couldn’t stand in all your years at college: playboys. And the campus was riddled with them. So when Tao - a player with a particularly well-known reputation - inserts himself into your life, you come up with a plan to get rid of him, whether he makes your heart race or not. But the more he’s the around, the more you just might find there’s a hidden layer underneath all the rumors, including a secret you never could have guessed….

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

**

Tao stared after you as you ran out of the courtyard. His wolf growled and barked at him to follow you, to beg you to reconsider, but he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t force you to change your mind. Your loyalty to your friend – your selfish, childish best friend – was too strong. His despair started turning into anger. And that wild emotion was directed at a single person.

He didn’t know her schedule like he knew yours, but he did know what she smelled like, especially after their earlier confrontation, and with his focused so tuned in, finding that familiar scent was like figuring out simple addition problems.

Kendall was sitting at one of the long study tables in the library. She flipped through a textbook silently while the final member of the trio – Wyatt – whispered harshly beside her.

“Stop ignoring me, Kendall. You know I’m right.”

“I don’t care. What she did was wrong and you know it.”

“She handled it wrong. But getting feelings for the guy doesn’t fall under that same category.”

“I highly agree.” Tao sat down in the empty seat across from Kendall, his eyes conveying the chaotic fire roaring inside. Gone were the tears and the sorrow. Now he was just down right pissed.

Kendall’s eyes widened in surprise only for second before her face fell back into a stone cold indifference. She folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair. “What do you want, Tao?”

He scowled at her. “To know why the hell you feel so damn entitled to dictate other people’s relationships.”

“I don’t feel entitled to anything,” she spat back. “But best friends don’t go behind each other’s backs and date ex’s.”

That just made him roll his eyes with a scoff. “We’re hardly ex’s. We went on one mediocre date. I explained to you that I simply didn’t feel anything for you.”

“Also that you saw (y/n) and… how did you put it?” She clicked her tongue mockingly. “Something just clicked? Like the heavens split open and the choir began sing?”

No, it’s wasn’t quite that mystical, but the universe did align itself into perfect sync. The way it all happened was hard to describe to other wolves who knew to expect it. Explaining it to a measly human who would never understand was just wasted effort. “Sometimes you just know,” was his basic summary.

Kendall scoffed. “You just knew? You didn’t even know her. And (y/n) doesn’t exactly fit the description of girls you’ve been with in the past. She’s not your type at all.”

“Having a type and refusing to look beyond it will just end with you alone,” Tao countered. “So, yes, I found someone different and fell completely in love with her. And she was falling for me, too. Was seeing your friend happy really that bad?”

“With you? With the guy that I had stupidly fallen for myself despite knowing the asshole you were? Yes.”

Tao was disgusted. This ice princess that he’d once found cute and alluring was causing him to burn.  “I may have been an asshole in the past, but I wasn’t like that with (y/n). You, though? You’re the real asshole, Kendall. Because you took your best friend’s happiness. You made her cry. You broke her heart. And for what? Revenge? So no one could ‘have me’?” Kendall opened her mouth to retaliate, but Tao wouldn’t have any of it. “No. Don’t even bother. I don’t care what your reasoning was. If you actually cared about your best friend, you would have let her be happy. Be mad that she didn’t tell you. Fine. But making her end it with me was crossing a line.” He stood up from the table, determined. “I’m not giving up on her.”

As he was walking away, Tao heard Wyatt whisper, “I told you. The look in (y/n)’s eyes when she talked about him outshined yours by miles. Now you’ve got him on the war path. All I can say is good luck.”

The scraping of a chair against the old wood floor told Tao that Wyatt, too, was walking out on his friend. Tao smirked. She did this to herself.

But the smugness melted away the second he was outside again. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t go banging on your door, begging you to let him in. First, he would give Kendall a chance to fix her mess. That could be the simple solution to all of this. He also wanted to give you space, let your overwhelmed emotions work themselves out before he tried to reason with you.

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to concentrate in class, Tao decided to just head back home. He’d be scolded by Evie if she was around for skipping class, but he’d take it. Even though she wasn’t the oldest mate, she had a tendency to mother everyone like she was. Guess it came with the territory of having a baby.

Tao drove slower than normal, taking his time and stretching out the trip to the farmhouse, adding about fifteen minutes or so onto the average time it took to get home. When he walked in through the door, Evie was sitting on the couch, scribbling furiously on a notepad while Mei occupied herself on the floor with a miniature piano. Rather than getting lectured like he expected, Evie looked up at him with relief.

“Oh, thank god,” she cried out, exasperated. Jumping up to her feet, she scooped her purse up from the floor by her feet and hurried up to Tao. “Please tell me you’re staying around for a good while. I need to run to the store for supplies and the last time I took Mei, she had a complete breakdown and that is not stress I need right now and-”

“I’ll watch Mei.” The desperateness was practically beaming out of Evie’s eyes like Superman’s heat vision. As much as they all loved Mei, she was still a baby and she wasn’t giggles and cute smiles twenty-four-seven. But he was alright with being the babysitter for the day. Tao needed the distraction.

Evie planted a kiss on Tao’s cheek. “Thank you.” She headed for the door and left without further instructions.

With a heavy sigh, Tao laid down on the floor on his stomach. “What are you playing there, Mei-Mei?”

She ignored her uncle, too focused using her whole hand to press down on the keys and make some sort of random melody.. It was, however, a little pleasing to the ear considering it was composed by a nine-month-old. Looked like Mei might have some natural talent. Funny, considering neither of her parents could play the piano to save their lives. So where did this genius come from?

“Mei-Mei, can I play something for you?”

To his amazement, Mei looked up at him with wide, curious eyes. She had her dad’s eyes that just made Tao laugh. Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he moved Mei into his lap. At first she let out small protesting whines, but when he placed the small keyboard in both of their laps, she calmed down and watched as his own fingers danced across the instrument. Occasionally, she’d try to replicate the notes that sang from the cheap speaker of the toy, but for most of the time she sat there and listened to the song that Tao had played for you that night at the playground. So much for a distraction.

Tao was left alone with Mei for several hours, playing the part of the good uncle. He fed her around noon and even did the dirty work of changing the soiled diapers. A lot of the other guys ran from the room as soon as that signaling smell was noticeable.

Only a handful of times did he slip up and think about what it would be like with you and him as parents of your own children. It was a melancholy feeling, one that he hoped would someday no longer have the sadness attached to it.

Evie finally came back to the house while Mei was down for her afternoon nap. She apologized profusely about the length of time that she was away, but Tao waved it off. Time with his niece was… well, not exactly what he needed, but it certainly did help.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Evie offered as the two of them put away the groceries in the kitchen.

Tao shrugged. “I don’t think there’s much to talk about. Everything was going great and then it went to shit.”

Evie closed the cabinet that contained the canned goods, folding her arms over her chest leaning against the counter. “Kris said you’d spent the weekend with your mate. Did something happen?”

Tao kept his focus on placing the boxes of macaroni and rice in their proper places. “Her best friend made her break up with me.”

“Wait. Why?”

Releasing a sigh, Tao looked over at her. “Because I went out on one stupid date with her and I guess she had feelings for me that ran a little deep and now she’s on some stupid rampage of ‘if she can’t have me than neither can (y/n)’. I can’t figure out if going on that date was the worst mistake of my life or if I still wouldn’t have met (y/n) yet if I hadn’t gone out that night.”

“That is… one complicated situation,” Evie said sympathetically. “One with, unfortunately, no quick solution. Friendships are sticky. But from what Kris has told me, she’s a fighter. I mean, she fought against her feelings for you for a good while. Trust me, once you give into those feelings for your wolf, they’re nearly impossible to ignore. She’ll come back to you. Just give her some time.”

Tao could only nod back in reply. He didn’t want to give it time. He knew he had to, but he wanted you back in his arms now.

Evie patted his shoulder before moving over to the oven. “Why don’t you help me get started on dinner? I’m thinking soup might be easiest.”

Rolling his eyes, Tao turned around and began taking down the necessary pots from the cabinets. Of course, on the day he decides to take the day off from school for his emotional wellbeing, he’s put to work.

**

You didn’t move from the couch the entire day. While the TV played whatever was just on, you lied there on your side, face pressed against the throw pillow. You were sure there’d be a pattern imprinted into your skin when you finally got up, but you didn’t care. What was the point?

God, you hated yourself. You could hardly believe that you’d broken Tao so much that tears rolled down his cheeks. Sure, you’d seen him cry just a few days before, but this time it was your fault. Part of you – a huge majority of you, actually – was hoping he’d show up at your door. What could you do when he was on your doorstep, begging for you to change your mind besides take him back?

But that doorbell never rang and you never heard a knock or footsteps echoing down from your roof. So you were alone in that big house, needing someone to talk to, to help you understand why you were thrown into this predicament and why you were forced to choose between your best friend and Tao.

Suddenly, the front door clicked like the turning of the lock and swung open.

“Mom?” You sat up off the couch, watching in disbelief as your parents struggled to get inside with their luggage.

“Hi, sweetie,” she smiled at you. Your father gave you a mumbled greeting before going upstairs. His face was a concerning shade of green, but that was an afterthought as you jumped up off the couch and ran to your mother.

“What are you doing back so early?”

Your mother sighed and looked up at the stairs before turning back to you. “Your father got sick so we came home early. He’s going to lie down for a little bit.” Her maternal instincts kicking in, she narrowed her eyes as she studied your face. Were your eyes still red and puffy after all these hours? “Honey, is something wrong?”

Once more becoming a blubbering mess, you threw yourself in her embrace, unable to answer her verbally. For a minute or two, she just held you, patting your head and letting you cry it out without bombarding you with questions that you couldn’t reply to. When your tears started to dry out again, she led you into the kitchen. After sitting you down at the island, she immediately got to work heating up a kettle of water and searching the cabinets for the best tea to make for this situation.

Only when she had a cup steaming in front of you did she finally sit down across from you, mom mode on high. “Now, tell me what happened.”

You took a deep breath and cleared your throat. “Do you remember the guy I told you about?”

“The playboy?” she clarified with a playfully crooked smile. You couldn’t believe you managed something resembling a short laugh at that.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Although, he’s not like that. Not at all. He’s sweet and compassionate and he listens to me-” You needed to be careful in this conversation. If you continued talking about how amazing Tao was, you’d make yourself cry all over again. “I just really fell for him.”

A knowing grin crept across your mother’s face. “I had a feeling you might. But what happened?”

You took a sip of your tea, still hot and burning against your tongue, but your throat welcomed the warm liquid. “Well, he kind of went out on a date with Kendall. Before we ever met!” Your mother had opened her mouth comment, so you rushed to save Tao’s reputation in her eyes. “They never went out again after that, so I figured it didn’t matter. But….”

“But Kendall still had feelings for him,” your mother finished for you.

You nodded again. “And I didn’t tell her about me and Tao because I wanted to know if it would even go anywhere first, but she saw us together over the weekend.” No need to explain exactly where she saw you. No matter how distraught you were in the moment, your parents wouldn’t appreciate you having someone over and spending the night without their knowledge. “She was upset – like really upset. I didn’t know how much she liked him before, she never told me. And so, she… kind of made me break up with him….”

A flash of anger ignited in your mother���s eyes. “She made you break up with him?”

“She didn’t out right say ‘break up with him’,” you clarified. Admittedly, you were a little worried at your mother’s reaction. She’d disliked one of your friends in the past and... well, it wasn’t pretty, to say the least. “But when I said that I would, she just nodded and walked away.”

“Why did you ever say that you would say that you would break up with him if you didn’t want to?”

“I don’t know,” you whined with a shrug. “Kendall was crying and freaking out and I just panicked. But,” sighing, you picked at the chipping paint on the old mug, “I was kind of hoping she’d say I didn’t have to.”

“Honey, look at me.”

You did, surprised at how your mother’s expression had softened.

She reached out to you, cupping your chin with her delicate fingers before dropping them back down on the counter. “I know you might think I hadn’t noticed, but I could tell something was going on with that boy after you told me about him. You were happier. Now, I will never say you need another person to make you happy, but there was a spring in your step and you smiled without even thinking about it. And if Kendall was really your friend, then she’d understand. She’d respect where both your and Tao’s feelings really lie. I know there’s the girl code, but it’s a two way street. If she really cared about you, then she’d let you be happy. So let yourself be happy, sweetheart. If she can’t understand that her jealousy shouldn’t come before your happiness, then she’s not a friend worth having. No matter how long that friendship has lasted until now.”

Her words hit you harder than you’d expected. You were wrestling with yourself once again. Kendall was the one who’d always stood by you, was always your best friend. But your mother was right. Including the times she didn’t know about, you’d constantly put Kendall before your own wishes. You always conceded to her, gave in to what she wanted. And you knew. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to just forget about Tao. You needed to know how far the two of you could go, if you could make it the rest of your lives. So Kendall would just have to live with your decision. If this was the end of your friendship, then it was the end. At least Tao took your feelings into consideration. And you couldn’t live with this gigantic “What If” hanging over your head forever.

Hopping off the bar stool, you rounded the island and threw your arms around your mother’s neck. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she chuckled. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Yes. This was what she was here for. And the universe seemed to be on your side, bringing her home just when you needed her the most. Maybe this was a sign that you and Tao were meant to be after all.

**

Tao was in a daze when he woke up Tuesday morning. He could hardly believe what had happened the night before. He was simply helping Evie get started on dinner one second and then the next Lanie was running into the kitchen, saying that Junmyeon had captured the hunter. Both of them rushed to turn off the burners and followed Lanie out to the garage. Sure enough, a vaguely familiar-looking woman was tied to a chair, just waking up from unconsciousness.

To hone in his own anger towards the hunter, Tao stayed quiet and near the back of the crowd. When Baekhyun recognized the woman as Hae In’s cousin, Tao’s anger flared up even more. That just engorged the betrayal. Minseok wasn’t around – probably resting since he still wore out easily – and that might have been a good thing.

Luhan showed up soon after that and things just went from bad to worse. Tao was stunned in a statue-like shock when it was revealed that the hunter was Luhan’s mate… and he knew about her the whole time.

When they eventually got Kris to calm down and shift back into his human form, they all headed inside – minus the newly revealed couple – and, well, no one really knew what to feel. Anger, hurt, shock, and confusion were just a few of the emotions brewing in the air.

Some of the mates finished up dinner, but no one was really hungry, which was a first. They were all forced to eat while trying to wrestle with the fact that Luhan had essentially lied to all of them for weeks. Even though he refused to acknowledge it, Tao could understand, on a minute scale, at least. Wolves were quick to hatred when it came to hunters and for good reason. It wasn’t like the hunters gave the wolves a chance to show they were harmless on the first meeting. But the one in the garage? She seemed to really care for Luhan, enough to betray her family. And so Tao couldn’t hate her.

He could, however, be extremely pissed off at the mates who decided to drug the whole pack in order to let the hunter escape.

Still groggy and tired after waking up from the forced sleep that after Junmyeon told Luhan that the pack wouldn’t be going after his runaway mate, Tao dragged himself towards the stairs to go collapse on his bed and slip into dreamland once again. But a new conversation was starting up, catching his attention.  

“What if she doesn’t succeed in deleting the files?” Kimberly asked. Jongin shushed her in a way that was probably supposed to be comforting, but she swatted his hand away.

“We’ll have to be ready for a fight,” Kris answered bluntly.

Lanie smirked cockily. “Sweet.”

“No,” Chanyeol bellowed out, making several of the other mates jump. “Whatever happens, you’re staying out of it.”

“Since when do you order me around?” Lanie crossed her arms defiantly. She stared Chanyeol down with her usual tough look. On an average day, it made the tall wolf back down and give in to her, but not this time.

“You’re not fighting against hunters where you could be killed.”

“We’re not useless, you know.” Of course Hae In would be right there with Lanie in wanted to get in on the battle.

Ji Yeon, ever the rational one, stepped in. “I think they’re right, guys. I hardly doubt we’re equipped to handle trained killers.”

“Not to mention, I have heard of instances where they’ve used the mates as bait for the wolves,” Yixing added in. “We won’t let that happen to any of you.”

Bait?

Tao swallowed, images of you tied up with a gun to your head or beaten or tied up flashed in his mind. No. He couldn’t let that happen to you. They couldn’t find out about you to use you against him.

Conflict arose in him. He wanted you back and he wanted you with him, but if Luhan’s mate failed and the hunters sent someone else to scope them out before attacking, they could find out about you, find out that you’re a mate. Maybe you breaking up with him today was the universe’s perfect timing. That could keep you safe. He needed to keep you safe. So, for now, until this crisis was over, he’d have to live without you.

Making it up the rest of the way to the second floor, Tao shut himself in his room.

Now it was six in the morning. He felt like death incarnate, but he couldn’t go back to sleep. Sehun was snoring away on the other side of the room, cuddling his body pillow close to his chest. Tao snorted at the sight before dragging his feet to the bathroom down the hall. Since the house was still asleep, Tao took his time in the shower, waking himself up with the cool water that bounced off his skin in little droplets. Back in the room, he closed the door to the walk-in closet before turning on the light and getting dressed for the day. It didn’t matter that his first class wasn’t for several more hours, he headed out anyway, unable to stay still.

With nothing else to do, he sat at one of the stone tables in the courtyard. He stared off at nothing, just letting all the confusing thoughts bounce around in his head. He still missed you.

To give himself a little piece of you again, he took out his phone and stared at the picture he’d snuck of you back at the knickknack shop where you’d found that silly hat. Maybe he should go back and buy it for you. It’d be a nice present once he was able to be with you again. He still liked the matching jacket idea, but the smile on your face when you put on the hat was like staring at the full moon for him and he wanted to see it again.

“Tao?”

His heart leapt in his throat. Was he hearing things now?

Looking around, he’d somehow missed all the students arriving on campus to begin the school day. Behind him, you stood in the grass, fidgeting with the straps of your bag. Tao slowly rose to his feet.

“Yes, (y/n)?”

You scratched your arms nervously. “Um… about what I said yesterday-”

“You were right.”

You weren’t expected that. Wide, confused eyes stared up him and he just wanted to pull you in close to his chest, kiss the top of your head and drag you away from here. He wanted you to say that you wanted to be with him and let it all go. But he forced him to stay planted, to stay firm in his decision. If he survived this latest trial, he’d make up it up to you for the rest of your lives.

“I-I don’t understand?”

“You were right to break up with me,” Tao clarified, the lie feeling like acid on his tongue. No. It was wrong. Oh, so utterly wrong.

You shook your head feverishly. “No, I wasn’t, Tao. I shouldn’t have let Kendall dictate my life. I’m sorry. Please, let me fix my mistake.”

God, this hurt more than when he got hurt fighting against the hybrid pack. Even if it was fake and temporary, it didn’t ease the pain at all. How many of his brothers could say that they were the ones rejecting their mate? He needed to get out of here. Fast. “It wasn’t a mistake. And you were right the first time. I’m not good. I’m not good for you. So… just move on.”

Still not believing him, you reached out and took ahold of his jacket sleeve. Pleading, you whispered, “Okay. You’ve had your payback now. So, please, Tao. Please, don’t do this. Let me fix this.”

For a few seconds, he just stared at the place where your fingers clung to him. His body was screaming him to reach out and slip his fingers through yours, but instead, he pushed on your hand, making you let go. You were going to hate him. Once he finally told you the truth, you were going to scream, punch, and kick at him. And he hoped that you would. Because he deserved it after saying one little word that would shatter your heart.

“No.”

He walked away in the same way you left him the day before. Except he had no ill thoughts towards you as you ran away with tears in your eyes. You, though, were probably wishing you’d never met him.

Why was he such a coward? There had to be a better option than this, right? He could find another way to protect you and besides, there was a chance the hunters wouldn’t really come here, wasn’t there?

Before he could make his feet turn around, however, his phone rang. It was Kris.

“Hello?”

“Tao? We’ve got an issue.”

The blonde wolf rolled his eyes. It seemed like their lives were just one issue after another. “What’s it this time?”

“Luhan’s gone. He went after his mate.”

Tao froze. No. No, no, no, no. Damn it!

“I’m headed back right now.”

Hanging on the alpha, he ran towards his car. Luhan was an idiot. But Tao was about to be an idiot right back. He was going to follow the damn fool, whether Junmyeon approved it or not. The only thing that would stop him would be if Kris imposed his authority over him. Even then, Tao might have to fight. Then, when he came back, he’d be begging on his knees for your forgiveness.

[anochuu]

Greed (R18+)

⤷ Genres: fluff, very slight angst, vague smut yall naughty children go bless yourself,

⤷ WARNING: includes non-con(force seduction)⚠️

⤷ Jungkook x Reader (Oneshot)

⤷Summary: (Y/n) is totally fine sharing her man with the whole wide world; But the man himself contend otherwise.

I always believed that the love he gave me are limitless-clearly from all the attentions and acts he has given to me even in the eyes of the public does not stop him from the skinship.

Once in a while his hold screams possessiveness,aggressive that it's painful on me but at times his touch could be so gentle that he is so afraid to break the delicate me,treat me with all cautious and gentleness.

He is the young man i have come to know very well-love by many and fans are obsess with him,everything he does are perfect in their eyes. Always known as the innocent features he have,cute peculiar habits and srunches his nose whenever he laughs or grin. Typical,i must say but he really is very charming.

Dating a now famous idol is a challenge for sure and many i have to overcome but fortunately i am not a person to be fuss over things i do not find it necessary to mind about.So i am good to say.

But not with the opposite latter.

"H-hey!" I gasp when he pushes me abruptly against the wall,the walk-in wardrobe door behind us slammed close and he locks it without even looking behind.

"What was that?" He asks,voice low and his breath brushes my cheek considering the closet fits right only for two people but then again, it was suppose to be one.

"What was..what?" I gaze up at him,quizzicaly.

"I left just for a while for the fan meeting and yet,you're flirting already with one of the crews?"

The creased on my forehead deepens,What is he trying to say? Flirting? What i am just having a normal conversations with his staffs is what he called flirting?

"Jungkook,you're mistaken,he was just-"

"Oh i know," He mutters, "But you're letting your guard down too much,(y/n). You're letting all the men have their ways with you."

"And all men are wolves,do you not know that? Or clearly,i haven't shown it to you enough?"

The shivers ran down my spine when his eyes glowered,his grip tightens around me making me unable to move a muscle.

The possessiveness starts to take over him and easily i suppose;on the opposite side, He can't control his emotions well leading to a sensitive jealousy whenever i am out from his sight.

I sigh when he dips his head down to start placing hungry kisses along my neck,his cold pair of lips that sends a guilty ecstacy but love it; me who is one to be manipulated by him;bewitched.

Jungkook unbinds my hair and in no time at all,he inhales the scent of the locks deep,his skillful hands locked mine in place giving him easy access without my fight.

"Jungkook.."

"Do you have any idea how you're looking at me right now?"

"How i'm...?" I shake my head weakly and he uses that motion to glide his lips up and down of my jawline,carressing my cheekbones with his hot breath.

"You misunderstood,we didn't do anything." I manage to speak between ragged  breathing.

"Oh ,angel, i'm not mad at you." He lets out a throaty chuckle and in this dim closet,i could make out a little what expression he is wearing right now.

"I'm frustrated that you're too easy to be approach by other men.Can't you tell the difference?"

A faint commotion was heard from behind closed door and it made him stiffen for a while,the announcement has been released and we both know who it is cue for.

"I guess that's my cue." He glances over his shoulder,before slowly gazing back into my eyes.

"Wait for me back home," His voice softens, peering down into my face, before placing a deep but short enough kiss to my lips,feeling the slight of his wet muscles upon mine.

"I'll call you." He last said then left the closet,leaving me alone with a burning flared heat rise up to my face and i even need to hold myself up against the wall to prevent me from melting down.

"Wh-what the hell..Jeon Jungkook.."

That night,not having the chance to greet him by the door,exhaustion took over me and i could not help but to fall asleep and even the clock is ticking late when all he did back then,when i recalled was that just to wait for him;didn't really specify when.

That is when i felt a weight over the bed around me,the bed creaks as it sunken down and a figure hovers above me.

The gentleness of the fingers graze upon my cheek causes me to stir slowly awake,coming to my senses.

When i did open my eyes,his breathtaking feature came into view,

"Jungkook.." His name slurred from my mouth,rubbing my eyes to make sure it is really him right here.

"Did i wake you up?"

"No," I lied, positioning myself to fully facing him,

"Did you just got home?"

He hums in respond, already stirred by his needs which is,lust.Jungkook held both my arms up, pinioning them beside my head,butterfly kisses were given to my along my jawline. What makes me awake next when he sucks sharply against my skin and jolted me a surprise,his teeth nibbles on them.

"W-wait—Jungkook-ah.."

"Sorry," He apologizes, "I'm here to keep my promise."

His lips found their way back to latch against mine,each foldings sends a shivers down my spine and i had to tilt my head to the side away from him to catch my breath when he did not given me any.

I sigh when his kisses distracted me,but his skillful hands starts to shed my apparel one by one before i knew it,

"Lift your arms up." He whispers hastily and i obliged in the heat of moment;he then pulls my T-shirt up and toss them aimlessly to the other side of the bed,the cold welcoming my body.

"Are you still mad?" I ask when he lowers himself down to place chaste kisses on my chest and stomach.

"No." He reply,pulling away from me just to peel off his own shirt,revealing his muscular biceps-toned abs and abroad chest where his gymnasium results shown very clearly.

"You know how i am,(y/n)." He hovers above me again,tugging on my shorts,in one swift movement he slids down off of it from my legs.

"You are aware of my possessiveness." He leans down,buried his face onto the crook of my neck and purposely tilted my head to the side giving him full access to it.

"But yet you're still here."

At this point i am utterly confuse; Was he doing all this because of natural emotions ,or is it because of jealousy? Is it because he is the way he is right now and no one can change that? Or is it because he love me too much just by seeing another man beside me infuriates him?

The perplexity turns down my will and mood instantly,my hazy eyes and senses snaps back.

"Jungkook—"

"Turn around for me,baby." He interjected,the lust in his eyes became incisive,and whatever is say now might become pointless to his ears.

When i did not even budge, he grabs my shoulder but gently and flips me around as he wishes me to,my stomach facing the bed and my back facing him.His fingertips trace on my skin, to places i have never been but i am blindly following his joy.

"Ah!" I yelped when i felt the tip of his slender fingers flicks my folds below,my hands curling to fists the bed's mattress beneath us.

"This is—unfair," I writhe; "It's a foul mov—Nnh!" I slap a palm over my mouth,refusing to let out the sound coming out from my lips that even i myself heard it very...uncomfortable.

He inserted one digits at a time,ignoring my pleas and stiffled moans-beads of sweats form around my temples whilst his fingers starts to move in and out sending guilt yet pleasure within me.

He bends down and breathe heavily right on the side of my earlobe,

"Lift your ass up." The last cue he had for me

Through my half-lidded eyes he sent me to the abyss and i am in no strength to refuse his evil invitation. I did not realize the tip of his hot sex meets my entrance,without another word easing himself inside and my body tense instantly. Biting my tongue,i hold back the urge to moan.

"Jungkook-!" I called once more before he can move further,laid my head onto the bed and narrowed my eyes to see him above, the sweats also forms around his forehead,down to his chin.

"I don't want this.." I beg,

"Let's..let's stop this now,okay?" I panted, and finally, his movement stop so as his eyes bored to me.

It is unfair how he can keep his composure and even looks up, while i completely bet i look like a shrimp on a steam of hot water right now,wriggling jittery to get free. Now that i'm looking back, all he did was just to relief his stress on me,using my body as he pleases. The touching never stops even if we are in public despite his status and that scared me so much

Am i drunk in this love alone? With him falling half-way instead? This is too terrifying and risky.

Then i snapped out from my own daze when i feel his fingers brushes my fringe out of the way that sticks onto the side of my face,tucking them to the side,

"You hate this?" His voice hoarse,filled the now silent room.

With my remaining strength,i pull myself up and lean on both elbows, "I didn't said that, i just don't like—the situations."

"Situations?"

"Yes!" I sigh exasperatedly, "Jungkook,let's stop for today,please?"

His eyes darkens for a moment that gives me a genuine fear for once, Is it because i defy him?

"Why now of all times?" He questions quietly,sinking himself deeper instead and the fraction of pleasure sends me collapse on the bed again, a loud moan escapes my mouth this time,

"Do you hate me?" His chest bumps on my back,whispering close to the side of my face;the heat he is emitting is too much for me to handle that i am starting to lose my mind and when i do,there is no going back.

"N-no aahn—!" I writhe,squirming under him.

"Then why?"

His movement is slow,electrifying me as if he is taking his time to devour me. His both hands trails up reaching for my fingers,entertwining them all tightly.

I began to see stars and could not answer him for i am too busy not to get ahead over my own voice,giving him the satisfaction that he really is good in doing this. It takes a few moments longer until he sped up and i can not keep up anymore.The fierce heat takes a hold of me,trapping me down.

"I'm too close.." He murmurs,his teeth nibbles on my exposed shoulders,

"(Y/n)," he breathe out; "Look at me,eung?" He adopted a pleading tone and simply he knows it very well he uses that soft tactic against me who can't refuse whenever he does that.

And so i did,this time his sweat drips on the tip of his chin,his eyes seems glossy.He lowers himself and kisses me fiercely,distracting me from the fact he comes but the heat yet reaches the depth of my body

He pulls away leaving a string of saliva between us. He collapses upon me,each of us trying to catch breaths within our lungs,

"Are you disgusted?" Jungkook breaks the silence,

"What?" I manage to speak up but small.

"Are you going to leave me? Because you're disgusted by me?"

I kept quiet. And he continue,

"I am a very selfish man,i like to keep things close to me when they've become my favourites. What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine,you know that very well,don't you?"

There was another pregnant of silence,

"I broke your wings,if that is what you despise,you may wish to go." He pulls himself away and i froze,whirled around to see him fully in the face.

He stood up and putting on his pants quietly,leaving me thinking to myself. Do i want this? Although most part of my heart knows well i love him so badly that i have to deny that fact.

"I can't control my possessiveness,you're scared of that too,i can see it." He pointed out,still not looking at me

"Jungkook," Without thinking i reach out to grab his hand which caught his attention back to our hands,then to me.

"I don't hate it.." Our eyes intensely bored to one another.

"I'm just..i was just,scared that i might break easily if you hold me too tight and at the same time, i am scared i disappointed you;what if you are possessive over nothing at the end?"

Jungkook spun around, "(Y/n),listen to me.You are not nothing." He cups my face,leaning closer,

"I love you,with every ounces of my being.This side of me,is only shown to you because i am terrified with the thought you will get sick of me some day."  He places chaste kisses on each of my eyelids,

"I went overboard today,i'm sorry. Forgive me?"

His beaming gaze pleads,asking for tolerance this time and my heart skips a beat.

I nod,"Please don't do that again," I wrap my arms around his neck,pulling him down with me until my back hits the mattress once more.

A throaty chuckles slips from his mouth and he kisses me again,this time the tip of my nose,

"I was scared,your grips..." i trailed off.

"I know," He rested his forehead on mine;knowing well what i meant,

"I'm sorry ,baby. I won't do it again."

His lips glided down from my cheekbones to my lips,pulling it into a deep-locking sensation,my eyes fluttering close slowly in the process. His hands roams around my hips,his thumb drawing circles lovingly and i anticipated what's next,

"I can't hold back again if you're this cute." He murmurs,sighing against my lips,

"Then don't"

Jungkook pulls away slightly just to get a good look on my expression, a jolt of surprise in his widened eyes,

"(Y/n)?"

I giggled, "Don't stop,Jungkook." I lift myself up,hugging his neck and my turn this time to bury my nose on the valley between his shoulder

"What's yours is yours,you said that."

It took him a few seconds to digest what i had just uttered, he took my face in his hold once more,

"I love you." He repeatedly whispers between our mingling breaths,sinking back to the bed and i was eaten by his abroad back;his hands traces along my thighs before slowly spreading them open,drawing another circles with his thumbs on the inner skin as if i am his proud masterpiece.

"Something so amazing...so beautiful..all for me.”

[optimizche]

Eureurong {Part 1} (Park Chanyeol/Reader)

Author's note: Werewolf! Chanyeol. Also, the title takes me back to the good ol' days.

It was a bitterly cold morning that you woke up to. The sun was rising, bringing back colours to the world. Well, not colours. Singular. Colour.

Everything outside, wherever you looked, was covered with a thick, ivory blanket of snow. And it was still snowing, almost as if the gods had taken it upon themselves to drown the world with snow.

The state of the weather gave you a small respite: there was no way you were going to be able to get to work today. The diner you worked at was going to stay closed.

Sighing, you extracted yourself from the warm comfort of your bed. Grabbing your dress-robe, you put it on, slipping your feet into the cosiest, fluffly slippers you owned.

Grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you scrolled through the notifications, as you padded into the kitchen of your small cottage. Putting your kettle on the stove, you began to brew a cup of tea.

Much to your dismay, you hadn't recieved any message from him. Chanyeol.

Your boyfriend. If you could only call him that. He was so much more than just your boyfriend. He was your protector. Your lover. Your mate. And also, a werewolf.

Three nights ago, Chanyeol had asked for your leave.

"I won't be able to see you for a few days, my love," he had said, while the two of you had been curled up in your bed, recovering from a fervent session of lovemaking.

"But why?" you had asked, running your hand along his bare chest.

"I have to stay away from you. My heat is upon me," he had responded.

Despite being a human, you were aware of the concept of heat. It was yet another characteristic that came along with his lupine attributes. But being his mate, you weren't able to understand why he wanted you to stay away from him during his heat. And you had voiced as much to him.

"But won't it be better...if I was by your side? During your heat?" you had asked, a flush rising in your cheeks.

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "I'm worried that I will end up hurting you. Our kind, we're especially aggressive during our time. My pack-mates, some of whom have she-wolves as mates, they end up hurting their partners in their heats. And you, my love, you're a human. Much more fragile and delicate than a she-wolf. I cannot hurt you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did."

And so, with much reluctance, you had relented.

And three days in, you were missing him. Terribly.

You hadn't heard from him despite repeated assurances from him that he would be able to handle his heat. But his assurances did nothing to allay your stress, because you knew that this was his first heat after he had mated with you.

His choice of choosing a human, you, as his mate had caused a great deal of discord between him and his pack-mates. His brothers. Being the Alpha of the pack, everyone had expected him to choose a she-wolf, one who matched him better, in ever aspect of life. One who could give him little wolf pups. Something that you were reasonably sure you could never give him, being of different species.

Your equation with his brothers was also a cause of heartache for you. Most of them looked down upon you, disdain and antipathy in their eyes whenever you were around. To most of them, your relationship with Chanyeol was unnatural. An abomination.

The only reason why they tolerated you was because of the fear and respect they had for their Alpha.

To most of his pack members, your relationship with their Alpha was an anomaly. An abnormality. They detested the very thought of a human mating with their supreme. But here you were. Living, breathing proof that such a relationship could exist. And in their eyes, every breath that you took challenged their most basic beliefs.

Although not one of them had tried to harm you in any way, knowing full well that raising even a finger in your direction was asking for death. You were Chanyeol's mate. No one could touch you. But you could feel the hatred they harboured for you deep within their hearts. The venom they held against you was almost palpable. The spiteful glances. The hushed but bitter murmurs whenever you were around.

It hurt you, despite Chanyeol's best attempts to assure you.

Lost in your thoughts, you had just about taken a sip of tea when you heard a knock on your door.

It made you jump. Who could be calling upon you in this weather?

Your question was answered when you opened the door and found Sehun and Yixing, two of Chanyeol's pack-mates, standing outside.

They both wore worried expressions on their faces.

"He needs you," Yixing said.

"Now," added Sehun.

You knew who he was. And you immediately nodded, making your way to your room to get dressed.

If it were any other members of Chanyeol's pack, you wouldn't have trusted them. But Sehun and Yixing were the only ones who had shown you the slightest bit of kindness.

And if they said that your mate needed you, you believed them.

_____________________

The two took you deep within the woods near your cottage. To where Chanyeol's den was.

It was a stone cottage. Almost like your own. But much more spacious.

Once you reached there, you quietly murmured your thanks to Yixing and Sehun, your heart pounding with anticipation as your ran toward the heavy wooden door and pushed it with all your might.

With a loud creak, it opened.

And the sight that greeted you was equal parts arousing and worrying.

Chanyeol was lying on the floor, completely naked upon the ice cold stone. Enclosing his wrists and ankles were heavy, bulky manacles, the chains of which rattled as he thrashed against them, battling against his instinctual needs.

It was his appearance that caused a direct rush of heat to pool between your legs. Completely bare, his skin was flushed, sticky with sweat. His hair was askew and his bottom lip was red because of the number of times he had bitten it. And between his legs, his cock stood erect and stiff. Almost rock-like and just as unyielding. Flushed a deep red, tip weeping precum that trailed down the shaft in pearly, sticky dribbles.

"Chanyeol," you gasped.

And his eyes flew open.

"_____________?" he asked, his tone one of disbelief. He was looking at you as if you were a mirage. A vivid hallucination as a result of his heat.

His eyes held such a tormented look that it broke your heart. Your mate was in such obvious discomfort, that you wanted only to relieve him. At any cost.

Your hands sprang into action, stripping yourself out of your clothing, until you were as naked as him. Goosebumps erupted all over your body, your nipples hardening, every inch of your exposed skin being kissed by the cold. With a quick motion, you undid your hair, letting it fall freely.

His eyes widened when you approached him, realization dawning on him that you were actually here.

You knelt on the floor and leaned in to kiss him. Hands weaving into his hair, you kissed him messily. Open-mouthed.

And he kissed you back ravenously, growling in satisfaction upon your taste on his lips.

"Little one," he said to you when he pulled away. "Why are you here?"

You smiled at his use of the nickname he had given you. You were hearing it after three whole days, after all.

"I'm here to relieve you," you said, using the keys Yixing had given you to unshackle him.

The second you freed one of his wrists, his hand came up to cradle your face.

"You don't understand, I'll break you," he said, worry and concern evident in his voice. But the desire darkening his irises was all the confirmation you required.

"I'm stronger than you think," you said fiercely, unlocking the shackle on his other hand.

Chanyeol's eyes said it all. He was warring with himself. One one hand, he didn't want to hurt you. In any way. And on the other hand, the wolf inside him, maddened with lust, wanted to fuck you upon every single surface of his den. He wanted to take you over and over until his den smelled of nothing but a heady combination of your come mixed with his.

He was having difficulty in restraining himself, especially now, when you were naked before him. Everything about you called out to the wolf within him. The lure of the creamy suppleness of your skin against his. The way you were biting your lip, working on the locks around his ankles. Your innocent doe eyes, that made you look like the most delectable prey. The scent of your arousal, the ultimate siren call, permeating his senses, begging him to just fuck you.

The moment the final manacle clattered to the floor, Chanyeol attacked you with a feral growl.

A hiss escaped you when your back came in contact with the stone floor that felt more like a slab of ice. But relief came immediately when he lay upon you, pressing his body flush into yours, chest to chest, while he nuzzled your neck.

You let out a gasp at how high his body temperature was. He was burning up like a furnace. Feverish.

"Are you sure?" he asked in a strained voice, rolling his hips into yours, running his enormous length along your folds.

And it was then that you realized how much he loved you. In spite of being driven to the very brink of insanity because of his heat, he was still asking you if you wanted to do this.

You cupped his face in your hands and lifted his head up from your neck. "I'm your mate, Chanyeol. Your wife. Your she-wolf. So fuck me like it."

And how passionately he kissed you upon hearing your words.

There was no time for foreplay and nor was there any requirement for it. You both were prepared. And his relief took priority.

When he sank into you, you cried out, throwing your head back against the floor. His cock had swollen to almost twice its size during his heat. And even though your pussy was sopping wet for him, the penetration made you feel like you were being split in half. In the best way possible.

Once he had bottomed out, he muttered a curse against your breast, his hand groping harshly at the other. His other hand had a bruising grip upon your thigh, holding you open to him.

His eyes were pitch black while he fucked into you, with thrusts so deep that you were seeing stars. Your vision blurred, white hot lights bleeding into your sight and loud cries leaving your lips.

You knew full well that his pack-mates outside could hear you, but overwhelmed by ecstasy, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, Chanyeol raised his face from your neck, where he had been sucking a bruise into your skin.

His words were punctuated with the repeated smacks of skin on skin, his balls slapping into your wet flesh.

"Let them all know you're mine. My mate. My queen," he husked, his already deep voice laced with lust. "Next full moon, I'll fuck you in front of all of them. That'll show them. They'll know that you belong to me."

You let out a high-pitched keen at his words, imagining him take you before the eyes of his pack. Outside in the forest, your naked bodies glowing in the moonlight, moving together as a single entity. While they all watched...

He grinned, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. "You like that idea don't you? Your sweet cunt seems to like it even more, the way it is sucking me even deeper into you..."

"Fuck, Chanyeol..." you moaned.

You were hanging on the very edge, your release so close that you could almost taste it.

And when you came, three thrusts later, your orgasm was so intense that it knocked the air out of your lungs.

Chanyeol groaned at the sensation of your velvety walls tightening around him. But exerting an extraordinary amount of self restraint, he held back his own release.

For a while, he just kept plunging sedately into you. And you knew he was enjoying the way your drenched and tight cunt felt around him.

Even as you recovered, basking in the sweet afterglow of your orgasm, enjoying the slow drag of his cock within you, you could hear the low growls outside.

His pack-mates.

And you could tell that there were more than just Sehun and Yixing outside.

Chanyeol sensed the presence of them all too. And the corner of his mouth turned upward in a smirk.

In a blink of eye, Chanyeol had carried you over to his bed.

His bed.

A structure that was built with wrought iron, large enough to accommodate his gigantic frame and then some. Every inch of the space was covered in fur. Pelts of other wolves. The ones that he had defeated and slain in battle over the years.

And you knew that he had never lost.

Placing his large hands on your hips, he flipped you around, onto your stomach. He lifted you, so that your ass was in the air and you were holding yourself up on trembling arms.

This was his favourite way of fucking you.

The way of the wolves.

Hands palming your rump, he spread your cheeks apart.

"You're so pink, my flower. Swollen. Succulent," he said in a lust glazed voice. And you whimpered, biting down on your lip.

His breath was fanning over your wet flesh, before he sank his teeth into one of your cheeks.

You moaned, the knowledge that he had left another mark on you making you wetter still.

And then, before you could open your mouth and just tell him to fuck you already, he sank into you.

A loud cry left your lips and suddenly all the quiet growls outside fell silent.

Hands firm upon your hips, he pulled you back into him, impaling you upon his length, making you meet his every thrust.

Your own hands grabbed fistfuls of fur beneath you, your back bowing under the severity of the pleasure.

Mouth agape, you cried out his name, your voice a mixture of anguish and ecstasy.

The way your walls clenched and gripped him, reduced him into a mess. Nails digging into your skin, he pulled you flush against him, your back against his chest, bodies slick and sliding with sweat.

"My bitch," he grunted into your ear. "The way your sweet cunt sucks me in. Fuck. I can't wait to see you grow big with my pups in you. You'll look so beautiful with a swollen belly," he rasped, one of his hands running over your lower abdomen.

"My wolf. My mate. My Chanyeol..." you sobbed, eyes scrunched shut as you focussed on the heat flaring up in the pit of your belly. Turning your head, you met his lips.

Open mouthed, you devoured each other hungrily, one of your hands clutching at his dark hair.

"I'm gonna... I..."

"I know, love," he breathed, his hand sneaking in between your legs, fingers rubbing into your clit. "Come for me. Take my seed."

That was all it took for you. And with a lusty moan, you shattered.

He followed just a moment later, his milky and viscous seed spilling within you in hot squirts. His deafening roar as he reached his climax could be heard all through the woods, you were sure.

Slumping into the furs, limbs boneless and jelly-like, you lay there. Sated.

Chanyeol turned you over onto your side and lay beside you. Hand on your thigh, he slung your leg over his hip and he pushed his now softened cock back into you.

"I'm not letting a drop of my seed leave you, my love," he said, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your lips. "And after a while, I'll fuck more of it into your womb."

"Little pups," you whispered dreamily, your eyes closing as you fell asleep with a small smile on your face.

[inuyashasnook]

Feral - Chapter Three

I’ve been quite sick lately and also been dealing with a very rambunctious kitten that doesn’t enjoy my aunt’s very annoying and untrained puppy.

Microsoft Word and my computer, in general, have also been giving me issues? I’ve reinstalled it so many times and it finally seems to have fixed the problem—at least I hope!

Sorry for the delay, here’s the new chapter.

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All she wanted was an uneventful morning spent shopping. Some peace and quiet from the excitement that had found itself in her once serene home. Some wishful thinking that was.

Kagome didn’t even have the time to set foot into the brightly illuminated shopping center when the sliding automatic doors opened and a tall figure beelined for her general direction. Two other figures trailed closely behind trying to keep up with the enthusiastic man half-jogging towards her.

When he was close enough in view for her to distinguish his identity, she inwardly groaned. Great, just what she needed.

“Hey, Kagome, how ya been? Sorry I left without you on Friday, you were just so concentrated and I couldn’t get myself to disturb that pretty face of yours,” exclaimed the man sporting a baggy brown sweater and a pair of khaki shorts.

The two other men finally caught up with him, out of breath, panting loudly behind him.

“Kouga, sorry I made you wait so long for me, I really didn’t intend to stay that long, but I guess I did. I totally lost track of time,” she replied guiltily as she then turned to face the other people who had just joined in, “Good morning Ginta, Hakkaku.”

They grinned back as a reply to her greeting, not having anything to add themselves.  

“It’s no biggie, anything for you my Kagome! Can I ask you a question though?” Kouga probed as he seemed to send a few sniffs in her direction.

What was with all these men and their smelling habits? She’d have enough of Inuyasha always smelling her, and now Kouga too? Her feral test subject, she could understand his desire to rely on his senses, but why of all things was her coworker acting oddly towards her too?

Kagome mentally shuddered at his unwanted attention. Not that Kouga was a bad guy or anything, she just wasn’t interested in pushy guys like him. Despite being somewhat of a creep, he was still a kind friend who looked out for her.

She nodded, encouraging him to ask his question to get their interaction over with as soon as possible.

“No offense or anything,” he proclaimed while raising his hands defensibly, “but why do you smell like a dog? Not that your fragrance is bad or anything, cause it can never be bad, it’s just kinda new, y’ know?”

Like a dog? What was Kouga going on about?

Wait—did he mean Inuyasha? He wasn’t a dog per se, although a lot of his behaviours resembled that of one. He was still human, for the exception of his ears, something she hadn’t figured out yet and would ask about to her best friend Sango in the biology department for advice in the upcoming week.

How in the heavens had he scented him on her? Did she really smell like a wet dog still? She’d showered that morning, so she really didn’t understand how he could have come to that conclusion. The declaration truly stumped her.

“I’m really not sure how you came up with that,” she laughed nervously in reply, eyes darting towards the floor, avoiding eye contact with him at all cost.

Kouga chuckled and grabbed a hold of her palm in one hand and her arm in the other.

“Well my princess, I’d better let you go since I have things to do at home. See you at work tomorrow morning,” he murmured for only her to hear as he pecked her on the back the hand.

Blood rushed to her face and left her cheeks a rosy tint as she quickly pulled back her arm to her side. Why did he always have to be so bold with her?

She giggled nervously not knowing how to respond to his advances, “See you on Monday.”

With that, the man dressed in brown left just as quickly as he appeared, waving her off in the distance as he left the mall accompanied by his two friends.

Kagome sighed in relief as he left her line of sight. She could finally accomplish what she’d come here to do.

Not only did she have enough going on at home, plus work, she didn’t need this additional stress when she was away from either location.

To top it all off, she had no clue how her test subject would react to being left at home alone for the first time. The professor had seen how he’d reacted to being left alone overnight. 

Essentially, she’d try to make this visit to the store as short as she could.

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She took around two hours before she finished getting all the clothes and supplies she figured she’d need. Grocery shopping for the week’s meals and lunches was definitely on her list of things to do as Inuyasha had eaten her out of a household a few days prior.

She trekked back home, arms filled to the brim with shopping bags of various sizes and colours. Kagome had taken longer than expected to make it back home, but the traffic hadn’t been too bad.

When she finally saw her humble abode in sight, she practically ran to the front door, unlocking it, the familiar clicking noise of the mechanism greeting her. Good, Inuyasha hadn’t opened the front door on his own

But that’s not what freaked her out when she opened it. Dead silence awaited her.

Kagome knew from experience that silence was never a good sign when you either had kids, pets, or even feral children in your household.

Hurriedly, she dropped her multiple bags in the entrance, removed her shoes and peered over into the living room. Everything so far was in its rightful place, where it had been left. That alone was strange.

And there was Inuyasha, sleeping peacefully, his head resting on her laptop in the center the coffee table. His ears twitched periodically, assessing the sounds surrounding him.

Odd, it wasn’t like him to let his guard down around her. He always seemed somewhat skittish she pondered. Perhaps he felt more comfortable in her presence now? She wouldn't say no to that!

“Inuyasha, I’m home,” she muttered quietly, not wanting to surprise him or jolt him awake.

His golden eyes peeled opened as he stirred. Inuyasha yawned loudly as he extended both arms out and arched his back, stretching in a dog-like fashion, ears flickering every so often.

“Kagome,” he said excitedly.

She smiled at his response to her arrival and turned back around to return to the entrance. She brought over one bag she’d bought and rummaged inside, “I’ve got some clothes for you to try on, so you should probably get up.”

That’s when she noticed his mood souring. It wasn’t like him to get upset without her physically touching him, or making him do something he didn’t like. It’s not like he had actually understood what she had told him, had he?

Inuyasha smelled the potent stench of wolf on her. Why in the world did she smell like a wolf demon?

His possessive dog instincts kicked in, lips curling and the desire to growl at her steadily growing. Inuyasha felt betrayed. Demons of his kind were loyal to their companions, so why would she betray him like this?

Hey—when in the world had he cared what she did and didn’t do? It was none of his business what this stupid girl would waste her time doing. If she wanted to go prance around with those mangy wolves, she could do as she pleased! It’s not like he cared or anything.

And when did he start identifying as a dog demon? He was over all that.

“Keh,” he spat out indifferently, pretending like he hadn’t noticed the stench at all.

He’d play it off like he was Mr. Cool.

His sudden mood swings puzzled Kagome, who wasn’t sure what to make of them. Perhaps she had to pick up her textbook on animal behaviouring again to see if she had forgotten a passage or two.

With the morning’s events quickly forgotten, it took about half an hour for her to get him to dress, Inuyasha wrestling to put on the clothes and Kagome struggling to explain in ways for him to understand how to put on the various pieces of clothing. After they’d tried on each garment bought and deciphered which fit and which didn’t in two separate piles on the couch, Kagome deemed her shopping trip a success.

In all honesty, the ordeal had played out much better than she had expected.

The professor had found him several pairs of jeans, a couple pairs of sweatpants, and shorts that fit him. She’d also bought an array of t-shirts, sweaters, and nicer looking tops such as polo shirts and button ups.

She learned the hard way that the white-haired man refused to wear shoes, battling her as she tried to slide on a pair of sneakers. After her scuffle with him, she finally got him to wear flip-flops. At least it was still better than nothing she decided.

That also meant that socks were a no-go, so she’d have to deal with messy footprints around the house when he refused to wipe his feet before entering.

The best purchase from the morning’s shopping trip had been a red ball cap which hid his fluffy appendages. It would be her secret weapon to take him out in public.

Kagome straightened out the living room after their fashion parade, setting aside a bag of clothing she had to return since they didn’t fit.

It was about time she made the two of them lunch, anyway.

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Working on activities for her report was the next step in her experiment. The raven-haired woman had prepared flashcards with pictures of everyday objects. She’d use them to teach words to the new dog-eared student she’d taken under her wing.

She sat Inuyasha down on the living room carpet and sat across from him, folding her legs in a crisscross fashion. She’d found that her companion was much more relaxed and at ease sitting on the floor than on modern chairs. Kagome was certain that too much at once would confuse the poor man, so to enhance his learning, she’d enhance his comfort. As simple as that.

Plus, it’s not like she didn’t sit on the floor daily to work on her laptop at the coffee table.

The two were facing one another, Kagome, cards in hand, and Inuyasha, gazing at her intently. Why was he always so serious?

The professor pulled out a card which displayed a brightly coloured vehicle, “This is a car. Car.”

She repeated the words a few times hoping he understood what she was doing. While she did so, a clipboard was cradled on top of her crossed legs with a pencil secured to its clip. Kagome also had a bowl filled with treats behind her to entice him to pay attention to their little game.

Inuyasha cocked his head sideways, ears tipped forward as if to show that he was paying attention. Eagerly waiting for her to speak, as if a child being read a bedtime story.

“Let’s try another one,” she declared as she placed the card face down in front of her.

The next one she pulled up showed a practical electronic item she used on a daily basis, “Computer. Computer.”

This time Inuyasha seemed to grasp what was happening a bit more. He pointed towards her laptop that was still resting atop of the table a few feet beside him.

“Yes, that’s fantastic, that’s a computer” she emphasized again, her cheerfulness at his progress shone through her pleased tone.

At that, he flashed a toothy grin at her. A noise rumbled in his chest, almost like a kitten’s purr.

“Kah-mpoo-tah,” he emitted, the croakiness at the disuse in his throat very clear.

The professor praised him by handing him a pepperette piece she’d prepared earlier. She knew from her animal behavioural knowledge that a positive reinforcement always worked better than a negative one. One shouldn’t yell at an animal since they wouldn’t understand why they were being scolded. Yet, giving them a reward for doing something good right after doing so could get them to learn much quicker.

She was hoping she’d be able to induce a Pavlovian behavior out of him—he’d try to say the word, she’d praise him and he’d expect a reward.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

She’d show those above her in her department she could accomplish amazing things herself. There was no way she’d let herself get fired over a mediocre thesis and all those budget cuts at the university. She’d get through this along with Inuyasha. They were in this together. 

They repeated this exercise until dinner time. That night, Kagome prepared a dish of miso, white rice, and grilled fish. This time, she’d focus on etiquette. The white-haired man would have to learn to eat without stuffing his face immediately with the food presented in front of him.

It would be like pulling teeth, but she’d have to get started somewhere.

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Kagome placed multiple dishes in front of Inuyasha. She handed him the chopsticks and as always; he grabbed a hold of them and set them down beside his meal as she figured he would. He didn’t quite grasp the concept at all.

So, she handed him another pair. This left him with a perplexed expression painted across his face. What was she trying to do?

He put them down again.

She repeated the process over by handing him a third pair of utensils.

“Hey, you have to eat with those,” she pointed expectantly at the pair of chopsticks Inuyasha held firmly in his hands this time.

His right ear twitched in annoyance. There were delectable smelling dishes right under his nose and Kagome was distracting him from eating them.

Enough dilly-dallying he decided, placing the third pair of chopsticks on the table once more and wrapping his fingers around the nearest dish, its aroma wafting directly under his nose.

Every time he’d go to grab the small plate with his clawed hand, her own would come and rest atop of it to prevent him from bringing it to his face and devouring it whole like he usually would.

If he really wanted to, he could force it out of her hands he told himself. Yank it from her and show her what he was capable of. No one should underestimate him just because he was a half-demon. No one.

A low growl reverberated through his chest as his ears flicked back and forth more frequently as she kept preventing him from eating.

Why was she stopping him, now of all times? She’d never done this, always allowing him to eat to his heart’s content for some reason or another, unlike most humans who tried to chase him out with a broom.

He’d have to figure it out soon because his rumbling stomach wouldn’t let him wait any longer and his patience was wearing thin. Very thin.

“Don’t you growl at me, mister!”, she chided, scolding him this time by placing her index on the tip of his nose and pushing back.

He tried to use more force on his hold of the plate this time, yanking it from her hands. This caught her off guard, leading her to stumble and fall on her side.

The sound of her slender frame hitting the hardwood floor in such a brusque manner sounded like a ton of bricks being dropped in a silent auditorium.

Inuyasha immediately regretted what he’d done. The man smelled the scent of fresh tears teasing at his nose the moment she had come back to her senses after her tumble.

He winced at his own actions. Stupid, he was so stupid. How could he have made her cry after everything she’d done for him?

Wait- no! He wasn’t supposed to feel sorry for a filthy human. How many times had they made him cry when they turned his back on him when he was just a starving child?

There was no way he’d sympathize with her he decided. His heart had decided otherwise though, his ears drooping forward pointing towards his soft white mane. His facial features softened, eyes mimicking those of a begging puppy. He hadn’t meant to hurt her with his superhuman strength.

He whined as he dropped the plate he had taken from her while descending from the chair. Inuyasha scooped her up as if she weighed nothing less than a feather.

“Sorry,” he softly murmured, remembering hearing that sound being uttered from the people in the black rectangular machinery in a similar situation.

“S’okay, don’t be,” she mumbled back as she wiped her tears with her sleeve.

She took several seconds to process what had just happened. Had he just talked to her?

Kagome tried to calm herself from the excitement she felt to prevent an overreaction. Her aching side was still throbbing from the hard thrust given by the man who had gotten impatient with her.

She wanted to praise him for talking to her but didn’t want to praise him for having lost his cool on her either. She was in quite the pickle.

Kagome, with the help of Inuyasha, slumped back down on her own chair to let her companion eat his own dinner without another fuss. The professor didn’t want to repeat tonight’s event as she’d already made her test subject go through enough for one night. Clearly, she’d pushed him a little too hard.

Not wanting to look at him in the eyes, she stared quietly at her own dinner, munching away without saying another word or demanding something else out of him.

She was lost in her own thoughts, replaying the night’s events like a movie reel.

Inuyasha didn’t want to disappoint her again. Not only had he hurt her, but now, the foolish human didn’t even look at him anymore. He wouldn’t stand for that! He wanted her to look at him with those chocolate brown orbs of hers. He didn’t know what had gotten into him; he wanted to know what she wanted from him!

What in the world was going on with him? Why was his heart beating so fast? The constant pounding of the organ resonated in his animalistic ears, blood rushing to every part of his body, confusing him even more.

He sat there, not touching his dinner for a few minutes as he racked his brain for a solution—and it wasn’t in his nature at all to stop himself from eating when he was starving.

Was it something to do with those stupid wooden sticks she had given him before his food? What did she want him to do with those?

Then it hit him as hard as a slap in the face. 

He remembered seeing her eat with them in an odd fashion over the course of the previous few days. He was sure he had vivid memories of his human mother using them too when he was an infant, but he wasn’t certain about that part.

Maybe that would get her to look back up at him?

He grabbed the pair with difficulty because of his long razor sharp nails but tried his best to steady them despite this. Inuyasha observed the manner in which his female friend had them placed between her dainty fingers and tried his best to replicate her hold on them.

Inuyasha clumsily attempted to snatch a piece of grilled fish with the sticks. It kept slipping between the pieces of wood as he tried over and over to clutch it between the eating utensils. No matter how much force he applied, the fish slipped out, as if they had been lathered up in oil.

His golden eyes surveyed the hunched figure sat in front of him as he tried his best effort to bring the food to his mouth.

That’s when his white fluffy ears caught the soft feminine giggles emitted from across the table. The sound was so faint he doubted whether he’d heard it in the first place.

Kagome’s eyes slowly met his as a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She got up from her seated position and made a few strides towards him.

“Here,” she mumbled as she bent over to correct his chopstick holding posture.

Inuyasha felt the hairs at the nape of his neck rise and the heat flush his face once more as he felt her hand brush up against his. Why was this human getting him to feel so flustered?

The great Inuyasha, feeling something for someone, let alone a human? Keh!

He could finally grab the pieces of food with the help of the strange position his hands were placed in. His grasp was shaky at first, but he was slowly and surely getting the food to its intended location—his mouth.

Plus, it got her attention.

The rest of the dinner went by uneventfully, much to Kagome’s glee. The same could be said about the remainder of their evening as the two of them began the nightly routine she had established.

Inuyasha had managed to bathe himself—somewhat. Despite there being water in every nook and cranny of the entire bathroom again, he was clean and dry by the time the professor had to show him how to wear his pajamas.

She tucked him into bed, read him a bedtime story hoping he’d catch a few new words and called it a night.

What Kagome had a hard time understanding was why she had started to see her student as a man. Someone she could develop feelings for. In all honesty, she found him rather attractive, perhaps even someone of her type.

Wait- what in the world was she thinking? There was no way in hell that someone who’d been kept away from the population from so long could ever develop feelings for a person, let alone fall in love! There was no way that Inuyasha would ever fall for her, would he?

She forgot the thought as quickly as it had planted itself in her brain. She was being foolish, and she knew it.

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Loud buzzing resonated in her head as she started to come to her senses. As she glanced over at the bright red digits showing 6:00, she groaned and swung her feet out of bed.

It was Monday morning and time to get ready for work.

The alarm had panicked the half-demon, which had jumped up from his resting position on his futon. He only had to make two strides until he found himself between the digital clock and his protégé’s body.

Claws extended towards the plastic emitting the constant ringing, he’d show that stupid loud monster not to mess with him. Kagome quickly shot up beside him and held his arm before he could do any more damage to her household. She subdued his growls with a few gentle words and pressed the OFF button written in bold across the top of the contraption.

It was when he looked back at her, surveying her facial expression and the rest of her body that Kagome started to suspect something.

Had he been trying to protect her from what he thought was danger? That was odd behaviour for someone who hadn’t interacted at all with humans before and should want nothing to do with them.

That was something she could worry about later because she had to hurry and get ready. Being late on a Monday morning for work was out of the question according to her personal principles. Not only did she have to go through her own routine, but she’d have to set Inuyasha up for the day as well considering she wouldn’t be home until at least dinner time. She prayed that she didn’t get held up at the office tonight because leaving her housemate alone longer than necessary could definitely mean bad news.

Since she had to teach an introduction to psychology class today, Kagome had to dress slightly more professionally than her usual attire. Mondays were always the worse day of the week.

Preparing both of their breakfasts and packing both Inuyasha and herself a lunch, she readied herself for the walk to work. After showing her companion where his food was located in the refrigerator, she grabbed her to-go coffee mug and made her way towards the entrance.

This foggy morning was more chilly than usual, so she slipped on her light purple windbreaker. Biding Inuyasha a good day, she ambled to work feeling the refreshing wind leave soft caresses on her face.

She took about 20 minutes to trek her way across campus to the psychology building where she arrived at her desk and booted up her computer. The bustle and noise of the office became clear in the upcoming minutes as more and more members of the department started to file in, arriving at work for another day’s worth of business.

It wasn’t long until she heard the distinct footsteps of her eager male friend stop in front of her desk. She swore that if he had a tail and ears like a dog, she’d hear it rhythmically hit the wooden side of her desk as it wagged back and forth whenever he was in her presence.

After the weekend’s events of meeting Inuyasha, she figured that anything could be possible, and even that mental reverie of him could reveal itself to become true.

“Hey Kagome, how was your evening yesterday?” the male voice inquired as he rested both of his palms flat on some piles of paperwork scattered across her bureau.

“It was good Kouga, how about yours?” she asked uninterestingly as she tried to accomplish her morning’s tasks before heading to her lecture.

“It was boooring! Ginta, Hakkaku and I watched the game last night and our team lost! It would have been so much better if you would have joined us, y’ know?”

“I’m sure it would have been,” she replied, trying to tone down her sarcasm as much as she possibly could.

That’s when she realized her mistake.

“Wait, you’d want to come over at my place Kagome?”

That guy could never take a hint. He took everything she said literally, not understanding when she made it obvious to anyone else but him she wasn’t interested in his advances. He was so dense sometimes.

She’d have to find a way to deflect what she’d said, and fast before the situation spiraled out of control.

“Well—you know how I am, always busy working on my projects,” she chuckled nervously, not wanting to meet his gaze, afraid it would make it too obvious she was sassing him.

It wasn’t exactly a lie either.

“Yeah, I totally get it. Don’t worry about it, baby.”

The rest of the department trailed in, including Naraku, Bankotsu and a few more members who worked in the psychology field.

Elated that most of his coworkers had arrived, Kouga turned around to face them, “Guess what kind of mutt Kagome’s gotten over the weekend guys!”

That little shit- how’d he even find out? Was this his way to get back at her?

[moonshoes-uwu]

Days In The Sun (a Beauty & the Beast inspired AU) // Chapter 0

warnings: ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!(the character death(s)), fluff, pining, idiot friends to lovers, she/her/hers!reader

summary: *ENDGAME SPOILERS* the castle has been pretty down ever since mr. stark died. his apprentice, peter parker, hasn’t been his youthful and lively self since it happened, and his friends are worried. they think that finding support for peter would help him the most, and just their luck–there’s a new visitor. as peter’s best friend (besides Ned probably), y/n thinks this girl is the one they’ve been waiting for, but their friends know just how much y/n and peter care for each other…and how much more than friends they both want to be….

The cold is only more pronounced from the lack of sunlight, the darkness of night making everything more intense than Rose was used to. The feeling the warm body of her horse Beau beneath her as he galloped through the woods grounded her. Rose tried to drown out the sounds of hooves thumping on dirt paths and branches whistling through the wind of the night and the two of them for the sounds of the wolves that she heard earlier. When she left, she didn’t know where she wanted to go, only that she wanted to get away. While she was riding during the day at a much calmer and more leisurely pace, she thought about where she might want to end up. She supposed farther south would be nice, maybe somewhere in Andorra, or who knows, she could end up in Northern Spain.

All she knows now, riding south from Paris, is that she wants to make it through the night without being hunted or killed, and right now, her wishes seem further and further away.

Suddenly, she heard a loud howl not nearly as distant as she assumed before, and dug her heels into Beau’s sides trying to urge him to go faster. He sped up only slightly, already running at too fast of a pace to last, when she saw a giant looming shadowy figure ahead. Far too big and dark to be a house, maybe it was some old abandoned building? Rose didn’t care, she rode in its direction and sent silent prayers of her survival to whoever might be listening–another few minutes…

As she rode, she could hear the wolves behind growing louder and coming closer–just a minute or so–they were panting and howling, spooking Beau further–I just have to get through–but soon enough, she crossed the threshold of the building’s property. She rushed to close the gate behind her, but Rose noticed the wolves staring ahead at the building, terror in their glistening eyes, before turning and running away just as fast as they had chased her. She let out a breath of relief, patting Beau to try to calm him down. After catching her breath, Rose turned to face the looming building–castle, more like–and lead Beau by the reins to what she could only guess was the front door.

Double doors nearly three times her height separated her from the shelter and warmth of the castle. The exterior of the rest of the castle looked run down, ivy and vines growing all over the sides, it really did look abandoned. Nevertheless, she lifted the knocker on the door and slammed it down three times, just in case someone was home.

Ned was dusting in the drawing room for what seemed like the umpteenth time that week alone. No one ever came to visit, really, so the entire castle was always so dreary and quiet. He finished with the side table next to the sofa and moved toward the bookshelves making up the western wall of the room. He started at a middle shelf–the same shelf he always started at–when he was interrupted by three loud thumps coming from the next room over.

Except the next room over was the expansive foyer…no…could it be…?

Three more came in quick succession, and he rushed over to the front double doors. He thought he could hear a voice over the strong winds and rain that had recently begun, so he reached out his left hand, the one not holding the duster, and pulled it open.

On the other side was a girl and a horse, one sight at their windswept hair and her flushed cheeks and Ned knew they had been in a rush to escape the terrors in the night. He stood there with his mouth agape until he realized that someone is here! At the castle! and sprung into action.

“Welcome! Welcome, welcome, welcome! I’m sorry, it’s just been so long since anyone has visited–”

“I’m truly sorry to intrude,” the girl began. “But I was wondering if I might be able to stay? It would only be for the night, and I can try–”

“Of course! Come inside, let me take your horse to the stables, and then we can find you a room to stay in!” Ned interjected all too happily. The girl smiled back at him gratefully and stepped inside, handing him the horse’s reins.

Rose watched the man–a butler?–take Beau outside in the cold again off to the side of the castle where the stables presumably were. As she was left alone, she had a chance to look around. This entrance hall was larger than any home from that tiny village just outside Paris she used to call home. Looking inward, to the right seemed to be a library maybe? There were so many books lining the walls, a cozy fireplace and countless seats, she didn’t know what else it could be. To the left there was a longer hallway. Not wanting to intrude, she left it alone. Directly ahead of her was a grand staircase, splitting in opposite directions again to the right and left.

Sooner than she expected, the man was back without Beau by his side. Rose turned to face him, though he quickly dismissed her, panting out “One second, I’ll be back soon!” and ran off down the hallway on her left. She heard indistinct shouting and a horde of thundering footsteps before seeing the man again with other workers.

“Oh…my…–”

“Ned wasn’t kidding–”

“There really is a gi–”

“How do you think she got here?–”

“Wow, I just…I still can’t belie–”

Rose was beginning to feel overwhelmed, but it didn’t last long as Ned, or so she thought she heard in all the murmurings, cut them off by loudly clearing his throat.

Everyone quieted down and Ned began, “so, I’m Ned,” gesturing to himself, “and this is Michelle,” the girl with curly brown hair tied loosely back in a bun gave her a cautious half-smile, “this is Betty,” the blonde girl with striking blue eyes, a look of shock still painted on her face, “Eugene–”

“Flash,” the dark-haired boy cuts him off with a scowl on his face that soon turns into a smirk as he makes eye contact with Rose. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Ned rolls his eyes and moves to the very end of the accidentally-almost-a-row the group had created, “and this is Y/N.” He looks over to the girl at his left side and she gives a shy smile and wave.

“It’s nice to meet you all, thank you for letting me stay the night, I promise I won’t be a burden,” she tries to assure them, then suddenly realizes, “oh! And I’m Rose, by the way.”

There was an awkward pause of silence. No one wanted to say anything for fear of being out of turn, until Y/N spoke up and offered, “I can make some tea, if you’d like.” Rose gave her a grateful smile and a silent thank you, to which Y/N bowed her head and walked off down the hall, disappearing back into the shadows.

Y/N’s absence seemed to spring people into action. “I can get the fire going again in the drawing room,” Eugene (Flash? Where did he even get that name?) offered, Ned quickly agreeing and saying that he could go check in with Peter about letting Rose stay. So he must own this place…

“Great! Betty and I can go make up a room for her,” Michelle told Ned as she started to walk off with Betty.

“Wait!” Rose called out to her retreating form. “What if he doesn’t want me to stay? I wouldn’t want you to go through the trouble of setting up a room for me–”

“You saw how bad it can be out there,” Michelle cut her off. “There’s no way Peter would turn you away, especially not on a night like this. And if he does.” A smirk slowly grew on her face. “You can still stay, I know none of us would say a thing.” She finished with a quick grin and walked up the grand staircase with Betty.

Rose looked after them and stood in the middle of the foyer, pausing for a moment before joining Eugene (honestly, should I be calling him Flash?) in the drawing room. He was focused on stoking the fire to a nice medium flame and Rose was struggling to think of something to say when she heard footsteps getting closer.

She turned to look through the doorway and surely enough, Y/N returned carrying a tray in both hands sporting a teapot and matching cup and saucer balancing on the polished silver. “I figured you’d had a stressful trip tonight and could use something to help relax, so I made chamomile.” She smiled at Rose who gratefully took the filled cup and saucer and took a sip right away. “Where did the others go?” she asked the boy.

Rose kept drinking, nearly finishing her cup in a few gulps, while he turned to quickly look at Y/N before focusing on the fire again. “Ned’s going to talk to his royal pain in my ass about her staying the night here and Michelle and Betty left to go make up a room for her.

“Oh, I’ll go help them…” she began to set the tray down on the table in front of the sofa, then quickly turned to face Rose. “Unless…do you need anything else?” Rose thought about it when Y/N interrupted her thoughts. “You know what? You can stay here and relax a bit, and I’ll go help make up your room and I can come get you when it’s ready?” Y/N gestured at Rose to stay while she left the room and said a quick goodbye to the boy now sitting on the sofa with his feet propped up on the table.

Y/N walked up the stairs faster than she normally would, her nerves buzzing. She reached the top and turned toward the east wing, trying to listen for signs of life in one of the many empty guest rooms. Back when Mr. Stark would host all-night-long parties, or foreign dignitaries, these halls would usually be filled with people. But now the castle was just…empty. Peter didn’t throw crazy parties or host important international conferences, he just worked to make sure everyone working there stayed employed, a task that becomes more difficult as the days grow colder–not from the weather, but the absence of visitors.

But now Rose–a girl!–was here, a visitor for the first time in months! Y/N found herself with a little more hope than she had this morning. She hoped the girl stayed, if not for their sakes then for Peter’s. He’s gone through so much since Mr. Stark’s passing, he really hasn’t been himself since. There were moments where he seemed like he was happy, the glint in his eyes that screamed he’d be okay and sooner than anyone would expect. But then he’d have days where that same glint was really just masking unshed tears.

Y/N knew how difficult losing someone close to you could be. Hell, she’d lost Ms. Romanoff (though she figured Dr. Banner felt that loss more strongly than she did), a mentor and distant older sister figure. But because of this, Y/N knew how helpful it was to have someone there as you learned how to move forward. That was Peter.

For as long as Y/N can remember, her and Peter had always been as thick as thieves. When they were young and first came to work for Mr. Stark, Y/N remembers latching onto the boy, seeing him as the only reprieve from the adults, since he had to be her age, or at least within a year or two. It clearly didn’t take long for her to develop stronger feelings for one of her best friends, even though he didn’t feel the same way for her.

Soon enough though, Peter became a more direct apprentice to Mr. Stark, helping him design new technology and work longer hours with him in his lab. Before anyone knew it, Peter was like a right-hand man to Mr. Stark.

Everyone in the castle knew that Peter was destined for great things, but the day had to come sooner than anyone expected because Mr. Stark’s untimely passing. Ever since then Peter had taken up his mentor’s work, but it was slowly consuming him. Y/N tried to help, but every time she did she got the feeling that maybe Peter didn’t want her to be there as much as she did, so she tried backing off a bit. She didn’t want to suffocate him, and it was hard for her to tell when she was overstepping his boundaries. Of course they were friends, best friends, but Y/N feared that her judgement became foggier every day she was around him, her best friend, the man she was in love with. So she tried to add some distance between them, giving him the space he wanted but was too shy to ask for.

With each passing day, she swore she found more gray around than the day before. The castle was dull and lifeless, such a contrast to the effervescent Tony Stark. But everyone there felt his loss.

Except…now there was a new person here.

A girl…

Maybe…maybe she could be the one to help Peter…?

Peter heard three sharp knock knock knocks on his door and looks up from the blueprints he was examining.

“Come in!” he says in a raised voice facing his papers again, too engrossed in his work.

He looks up once he hears that the door is fully opened and furrows his brow at how nervous Ned looks standing just barely inside the doorway. “What’s wrong?” he asks his friend.

Ned hesitates, and Peter notices how he won’t look him in the eyes. “Well, uhh…” he starts rubbing the back of his neck, making Peter nervous too. “There’s, uh…there’s a girl here, and, uh, she needs a place to stay for the night? And we were thinking that maybe she could stay here?”

As Peter was about to respond, Ned started up again doubletime. “Just because the weather is so terrible tonight! And it’s not like it would be much trouble to host her just for one night or longer if I’m being honest because it’s been so long since we’ve had anyone here and it’s nice to just have someone else here and I can go tell her no if you don’t–”

“Ned, breathe for a second,” Peter paused long enough to hear his friend’s deep inhale and exhale, continuing with “of course she can stay; we have more than enough rooms available and from the sounds of it, you guys don’t mind, so it’s more than fine with me. Just…” Now it was Peter’s turn to hesitate. “Just keep her away from the West Wing, okay? I don’t think she’d need to be there anyway.

He saw how his friend’s face softened at the topic of his old mentor’s workplace, and nodded solemnly before turning to leave, Peter’s head dropping to look at his prints again.

Peter was almost completely engrossed again when Ned spoke up again, much calmer than before, “This girl…she might be good for us, for you,” Peter held his breath, wondering where Ned was going with this. “At least…it seems like Y/N thinks she could be…” Ned trailed off and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Peter stayed lost in thought, though this time not on some new piece of technology he was meant to build with Mr. Stark, but on this new girl, and Y/N. Y/N….

Y/N, one of his best friends. Y/N, his support during the good times and his rock during the bad. Y/N, who he had known since first coming to this castle with his Aunt and Uncle when he was still a child. Y/N, the girl he quickly found himself growing attached to.

Y/N, the girl he first fell in love with years ago and continued to fall for every day.

Y/N, the girl who apparently thought this new stranger could be ‘the one’ for him when clearly it’s supposed to be her.

But if she thinks this girl could be the one…then clearly she doesn’t see herself being that….

Peter heaved out a sigh, rolling up the scattered papers and setting them aside for the night. Maybe this girl could help them all out, but Peter wasn’t sure anyone could hold his heart like Y/N does.

let me know what you think?

[mistressdreadwolf]

Unhand Her (Solavellan Fanfic)

[I have had this idea for months now and I had finally gotten around writing it. <3 Writing has been really therapeutic for me these last couple days. I hope to keep writing more. :D Enjoy.]

[Trigger Warnings: Violence and brief mention of physical harm and intention of rape. I should have put these earlier so forgive me. :( ]

Solas and Britannia rode side by side through the dense, serene forest of the Emerald Graves on their Harts. The pair had just finished a more thorough excursion of Din'an Hanin in search of any ancient artifacts. It was a much needed trip for the couple after the stressful experience of Halamshiral.

Night was beginning to fall. The pair dismounted and decided to make camp. A scout they had come across during their journey informed them of the remaining Red Templars that were still in the area. They were apparently few in numbers but still a possible threat. "I think we should both take a watch during the night." Britannia suggested as she set down her pack on a nearby log before securing their mounts.

Solas had begun setting up the tent. He responded with a low hum of approval. "That would be wise considering there are still templars in the region." He glanced at her. "Or would you rather ride a bit further to one of the Inquisition camps?" She simply shook her head.

"It is getting darker, vhenan. We wouldn't want to leave ourselves open for an ambush. There's no telling where they are lurking." She opened her bag and pulled out some supplies. Solas nodded as he turned his attention back to the tent. "Ma nuvenin." The pair busied themselves setting up their makeshift camp.

Little did they know, there was a lone templar nearby watching them from the thick brush.

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As soon as their camp was set up and a small fire was lit, the two sat together on the fallen log after enjoying a nice meal of Rabbit that Britannia had prepared. She had her head upon Solas' shoulder as he jotted down their findings of Din'an Hanin in his journal. They were content in each other's silence.

He soon closed his journal with a soft thud. He couldn't help the small yawn that escaped his lips. Britannia let out a light laugh as she lifted her head from his shoulder to glance up at him. "Tired already, vhenan? That eager to enter the Fade?" She teased. Solas chuckled softly and leaned in to place a light kiss upon her forehead.

"I woke up very early to prepare for the expedition. If you rather sleep, I can take the first watch?" He offered. Britannia gave him a small smile. "I can take the first watch, vhenan. You go and get some rest. I slept in a bit longer than you. I'll wake you when it is your turn." She leaned up slightly to peck his lips.

Solas returned the small kiss before rising to his feet. "Alright. Goodnight, vhenan. I know you can handle yourself just fine, but do be careful. You know how unpredictable the templars can be." He knew she was a very talented mage but he was very wary about the threat of templars. Britannia lifted her staff and settled it down next to her. "I'll be fine, ma lath. Don't worry."

With that, Solas headed to the tent. As he settled into his bedroll, he couldn't help the feeling of dread that creeped into his mind. He closed his eyes. He tried to sleep lightly, but the mage didn't know just how truly exhausted he was.

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A couple hours had passed since Solas turned in. Britannia softly hummed a Dalish melody as she added a bit more wood to the fire. Her tune was interrupted by a distant whistling sound. She stopped stoking the fire to glance around her surroundings. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

She shrugged her shoulders and turned her attention back to tending the fire when she heard the sound yet again. She grabbed her staff. She glanced in the direction of the tent, internally debating whether she should wake Solas. The whistle broke her from her pondering. She decided to investigate the source of the sound herself.

She made her way towards the sound. She treaded lightly through the grove of trees. She cautiously observed her surroundings with each step she took, keeping her staff firm within her grasp. Something wasn't right. Perhaps she should turn back and wake Solas. When she turned, she bumped into cold metal.

A feeling of fear formed in the pit of her stomach as she hesitated to look up. She stood face to face with a Red Templar Knight. The templar sneered. "Hello, Inquisitor." His voice was gruff and filled with malice. She swallowed heavily and remained silent. A dark laugh left his marred lips. "Look boys...It's the mighty Inquisitor. The blessed Herald." He mocked.

Two other templars emerged from the darkness. The faint light of the full moon reflecting off their armor. "Didn't know luring her would be this easy." The other templar added. The knight simply laughed. "Well she is a knife-ear savage." She narrowed her eyes before casting a well aimed Stonefist at them, knocking them off their feet.

"You bitch!" The third templar cursed as he lunged at her. She dodged him effortlessly before striking him with a quick bolt of lightning. One of the fallen templars charged at her and knocked her back with his shield. Before she had time to recover, the knight struck her with a Holy Smite. She cried out as she fell to her knees. She felt so weak and powerless, but she knew she had to resist.

She gritted her teeth as she tried to stand. Her legs trembled. She lifted her staff to attempt one more spell. She managed to cast a ball of fire towards the knight. The flame singed his already deformed features. It was a small victory. The knight growled before smiting her once more.

The elf's knees buckled. She collapsed to the ground. She felt completely depleted of all her mana. She knew she had lost. The knight approached her and knelt down to look at her. "All heroes fall." He hissed before she felt her consciousness slip away.

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When she awakened, she was in an unfamiliar place. Everything seemed hazy and unfocused. Britannia attempted to move but her wrists and feet had been bound to a chair. A deep laugh filled the silence. "Well well well...Look who's awake." She blinked her eyes a few times in an attempt to focus. "Not so mighty now are we, Herald?" Another cold laugh.

"How pathetic." One of the men hissed before she was struck hard across her face. All three of the voices laughed in unison at her expense. Through her haze, she could make out the figures of three templars. "You won't get away with this..." She hissed at them.

The knight placed a hand underneath her chin to make her look at him. His maimed face came into focus. "Looks like we already have, pet. The master will be pleased." He grinned as he glanced back at his comrades. "I think we should have some fun before we hand her over. Samson only asked she be brought back alive...He never said in what condition." She felt like a Halla trapped in a den of mad wolves.

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Solas' eyes snapped open and he sat up in his bedroll. He could barely sense the power of the mark as he slept. He couldn't sense his vhenan. He scurried out of the tent and frantically searched for any sign of Britannia. The fire was nothing but faint glowing embers. She had been gone for sometime. He reached out with his mana to find hers. It was very weak. The feeling of dread filled him once more. Templars.

He grabbed his staff and retrieved his Hart, mounting him. He knew his heart was in grave danger. He needed to find her. He tapped his Hart's side with his foot and whipped the reins. "Ya!" He shouted as the Hart galloped from the campsite in the direction he could sense the mark.

He rode swiftly through the forest in search of her. He finally came across one of the old abandoned villas that were scattered throughout the Emerald Graves. He sensed the faint signature within the abandoned home. A templar shadow guarded the entrance. He knew he had to defeat it in order to get inside.

He dismounted and reached into his saddlebag, retrieving the Ring of Doubt. He slipped on the ring becoming invisible to the danger around him. He crept up on the Shadow, preparing his staff for attack. In a swift, graceful motion...Solas plunged his staff blade into the Shadow's throat.

The blood spattered onto his face and tunic as he watched the body crumple lifelessly to the ground. His icy gaze fell onto the door. "I'm coming, vhenan." He murmured to himself as he entered the villa.

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It seemed like hours that the templars tormented her. They beat her, mocked her, and demeaned her....she refused to break. The knight circled her chair with a predatory gaze on his face. "You know...You're quite pretty for a knife-ear." He stopped in front of her, caressing her swollen and bruised cheek before leaning down to whisper. "Let's have a little fun. What do you say, Herald?" The way he purred her title caused her to shudder in disgust.

She spat into his face. "May the Dread Wolf take you." She hissed at the knight. He recoiled from her and wiped his face before grabbing her around her throat. "Your gods are useless here, rabbit." He tightened his grip and cackled. "Where's your wolf now?" The other templars joined in with his laughter.

"Remove your hands from her or I will remove them for you." Another voice growled. All of the templars grew silent and glanced towards the door. Solas stood in the doorframe with a look of rage. Britannia felt an overwhelming sense of relief and joy at the sight of him. "Solas..." She uttered breathlessly.

The knight scoffed at him. "Ah. You must be her knife-ear lover. Well you can watch as we take her right in front of you." He cackled once more before grabbing a fistful of her hair. She cried out in pain. "Get him, boys." He commanded.

Both templars charged at him. Solas stood in the doorway calmly as they came closer to him. With a smug huff, he fade-stepped behind them. He knocked one back with a Stonefist before trapping him within a Static Cage. The templar fell lifelessly to the floor.

The other templar lunged at him and swung his blade at the apostate. Solas dodged the attack before countering with veilstrike, stunning him briefly. He smirked and with a snap of his fingers...he encased the templar in ice before shattering him into pieces.

"Stay back!" The knight shouted as he stood behind Britannia with a dagger blade to her throat. "You come any closer and I'll kill her." He pressed the blade against her throat, drawing a bit of blood. Solas narrowed his eyes at him. In a blink of an eye, he fade-stepped behind the knight and wrapped an arm around his neck, jerking him backwards away from Britannia.

The dagger clattered to the floor. The knight struggled against the apostate's hold. Solas leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I told you not to touch her." He then snapped the knight's neck and practically threw him to the floor.

Solas stepped over the knight's body and retrieved the dagger. He cut the bindings on her wrists before moving in front of her. He knelt down to cut the bindings around her ankles. Britannia fell from the chair and wrapped her arms around Solas' neck.

"Vhenan.." She sobbed into the crook of his neck, clinging to him tightly. Solas wrapped his arms around her and held her against him, stroking her hair. "Shhh, vhenan...I'm here. You're alright." He stood and lifted her into his arms, cradling her slender form against his chest. "Let's go home."

[coruscvnts]

the  reveal  !

WHO:  paul lahote  &  lennon  blair  .  (  @honeydheart  ) WHAT:  revealing  the  supernatural  &  the  pregnancy  .  as  well  as  what  imprinting  is  in  the  following  morning  . WHEN:  a  couple  of  days  after  the  full  moon  . WHERE:  lennon’s  bedroom  .

LENNON      /      "you know, my front door still works !"   she shrieked, dropping the towel from her hair as she found paul sitting on her bed. freshly showered, she's more prone to the shiver of the washington air from her open window. slamming it shut, she slips on some socks before sitting next to him. grasping her hand in his, she took a deep breath.   "we need to talk,"   the dripping of her wet hair goes unnoticed as she tries to think of the right words to use.   "you don't live in the world you think you do, paul."

PAUL     /     the corners of his lips curl upward habitually at the reprimand. "and have to wait for you to get out of the shower to let me in ? you act like the window is that bad." he doesn't shift from his lounging position as he watches her movements throughout the room, his stomach turning in anticipation. "about ?" the response leaves his lips almost immediately, hands rubbing her own in an attempt to warm them up. but whatever he's expecting her to say, is not what ends up leaving her lips and it causes him to pause, brow raised in question. "what does that mean ? what kind of world do you think i'm living in, then ?" it's not accusatory, merely uncertain.

LENNON      /      turning around, she pulls the duvet from her bed up and around them to shield from the coldness of her home.   "you know,"   she shyly starts, fingers pulling against a loose thread on his t-shirt.   "the kind that we all live in. humans. and stuff. technology. not saying we don't have technology, i just."   there's a blow of air that puffs out, full of frustration.   "there are things that exist in this world that i didn't know until the lockdown. things about your friend i don't know if you know."   she gestured to her phone.   "like i said, jake's a freaking wolf !"

PAUL     /     it's unnecessary for him, but it boxes in some of his warmth and it does the job. hands curl around her fidgeting fingers, trying to ease her as he listens to her continued rambles. it makes his stomach tie in knots, knowing that she had to find out about the supernatural world this way, instead of through him, or not at all. he's quiet through it all, though his brow shoots skyward once more. he's about to probe further when she spills it, causing a deep sigh to leave his lips. gaze focused on their hands, he shook his head, voice soft in response. "i know." but that doesn't seem like enough to say. "i know all about the non-human stuff. i didn't want you to find out this way."

LENNON      /      her fingers go slack in his at his whispered confession. although he hinted at something similar through their text messages earlier, she didn't think that he actually knew the truth. how much of forks had she been oblivious to ? why had it taken her months to find out ?   "what ? what do you mean you know ?"   but it was rhetorical. she wasn't looking for an answer, but an explanation.    "didn't want me to find out this way ? what way did you want me to find out ? by getting eaten alive by one of those — those things ?"   completely pulling away from him, she sits further back, hands resting on her stomach to calm herself. she'd have to give him the truth anyhow.   "first werewolves and now a baby."   her eyes glance up at his, biting the inside of her cheek.   "remember that time... after the ball.. when you did that thing that i really liked ?"   there's a visible gulp as she grabs his hand and places it on her stomach.

PAUL     /     part of him wished he could take it back, if the look on her face is anything to go by. or at least gave her a far different answer, for the time being. but he couldn't put this off for much longer, especially after everything she must've seen in the past couple of days. a response is poised on his lips, but he thinks better of it, knowing it would only make matters worse. "no, no, god, no. i didn't, i don't want anything to happen to to you, i just..." there's a small sigh and a shake of his head. "i should've been the one to tell you. you shouldn't have found out with your life on the line." and it ate away at him, the guilt of knowing that he hadn't been there for her when it was. the further she moved away, the worse he felt, gaze never straying from his hands where hers had been, thought it shifts upward abruptly at her next words. "a... baby ?" he repeats quietly, uncertainly. his eyes widen impossibly so, as she placed his hand against her stomach. for a second, he lost all train of thought, trying to wrap his head around the implications. "a baby... our baby ? you're pregnant ? how - how long ?" his voice is still hushed, waiting for confirmation as his fingers rub idly against her abdomen.

LENNON      /      "this shouldn't even exist anyway !"   she argues, her voice raising in volume before she sighs, letting it drop back to a softer tone. lennon knew she shouldn't get herself worked up; shouldn't get too stressed over the matter, despite how dire it was. she can feel her body shifting uncomfortably under his touch, even though she was used to it; even longed for it sometimes. it felt weird being under his scrutiny and not knowing how he would react to her news. but jacob was right. paul's a good guy. and he wouldn't leave her hanging, feelings or not.   "i don't know. i just took a test right after the lockdown."   her fingers come up to pick against her bottom lip, nerves eating away at her slowly and bit by bit.   "this wasn't in your plan, i know. we've hardly been dating, so i don't.. i mean, i don't expect you to do anything. to be anything. i just thought you should know."

PAUL     /     "i know, i know it doesn't seem even remotely possible," he sighed, trying to soothe her worries and calm her back down. he knew, better than some, what it was like to be thrust into a world that didn't make any sense, a world that was the stuff of myths and fairytales. his immediate reaction is to back off and give her space, her discomfort noticeable to a trained eye. but he can't, he knows he can't. every fiber of his being screamed against it. he sucked in a deep breath at the timeline it provided.  so recent, then. very recent. but the way she goes on to say it, to try and give him an out, it breaks his heart. "hey, hey," he offered softly, hand raising to cup her cheek gently. "plans change, all the time, and i don't want you to think, for even a second, that i won't be here for you or the baby, no matter what." and she's right, a baby wasn't in the plan, paul hardly had his life together as it was, but he wanted her, and he wanted this. no matter what it takes. his voice is impossibly softer when he speaks next, worried one wrong statement would send her running. "i love you, lennon. baby or no baby."

LENNON      /      the familiar sting to her eyes begins to form as she presses the back of her hand to her eyes, attempting to contain the unshed tears. he was so understanding. that was one of the things she loved about him. love. did she love paul ? there's a glance towards him, eyes peering through his own and she knows, without a doubt. she loves him. just as she's about to profess her love, he beats her to it. soft confessions slipping through his lips that have her heart hammering in her chest, almost as if it would beat right out of her body. she slides into his lap with ease, legs settling on either side of him as she buries her face in the crook of her neck, tears beginning to shed.   "i love you, paul. even if you're sometimes an idiot."   she rubs her face against his neck, wiping her tears onto his skin in the process. her head slowly picks up, fingers playing with the hair found at the nape of his neck.   "we're gonna be parents !"   but her excitement quickly turns to confusion as she recalls the previous topic.   "wait a second, how do you know about the wolves ?"

PAUL     /     just when he's positive he's overstepped or said the wrong thing ( at the wrong time, as he had a knack for doing ), the fast pace of her heartbeat matches his own and he's able to relax as she slides closer. arms wrap tightly around her, tugging her body impossibly closer as hand shifts to rub soothing patterns along her back. "that makes me feel better, considering i'm almost always an idiot," he corrected softly, body shaking with quiet laughter. his heart soars as her return of the statement, unable to wipe the bright smile from his lips. free hand shifts to cup her face, brushing away stray tears as he leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. " we're going to have a baby ! oh, god, do you know how excited my mom is going to be ?" and he wants to say more, babble on in excitement, but the change of subject causes his stomach to drop. "what all did jake tell you ?" is his immediate response, a soft sigh leaving his lips. if they were starting a family, she needed to know this. "i know about them because i am one. one like him, not the ones on two legs."

LENNON      /      "probably more excited than both of us combined, i'm sure,"   she teases, already knowing how winona would feel about this. she'd taken a liking to the doctor, much to lennon's relief, so there was no way she'd be too upset about their future plans.   "we can celebrate later,"   she promises gently, hand resting atop his to coax the truth from him. she wouldn't judge. not when he graciously accepted the truth about the pregnancy. but his words bring shock, eyes widening in surprise but her hand remains in contact with his. a symbol of the fact that no matter what, they'd stick through it.   "you're a..."   she clears her throat.   "a werewolf too ? is there a difference between those two ? how come jacob didn't attack us in the record store ?"

PAUL     /     "somewhere, deep down, she's already thinking about nursery decorations," he hummed softly in response, smile bright. his mother had wanted nothing more than for him to settle down when he eventually returned home, and she'd been so cautiously optimistic when he'd first brought lennon home, though the pair seemed to be getting along better than he could have hoped. "i hope so," even as the sigh leaves his lips. he couldn't just assume she'd run at the first sign of weird, even if her surprise is to be expected. his curled up in something akin to a half - smile, giving a small nod of his head. "yes, and no. i guess those are more werewolves, but jake and i, we're what you'd call shifters. we can shift at will and to my knowledge, they can only change on full moons ? we're completely coherent when we shift," he explained. "jake didn't attack you because, under the wolf is still just jake, with his own thoughts and actions. besides, he can't hurt you even if he wanted to, he's not allowed." and she could take it as a joke, if she wanted, but hurting one's imprint was the biggest ' no ' there ever was. and he wouldn't hesitate to come for jake, if that were the case.

LENNON      /       she shifts her position so that her legs sprawl across paul's lap. the fatigue slowly hitting her from her hot shower just minutes prior. but she struggles to stay awake while listening to this. after all, there was no way she'd be able to sleep soundly after hearing about their not so sleepy town.   "wait, there's.. a difference ?"   it's rhetorical, as paul begins explaining the difference between the two species. species. it was hard to wrap her head around the fact that her boyfriend wasn't totally human. not like her. no, he had the power to morph into a very large wolf. she'd seen first hand how big by witnessing jacob.   "oh. and the other one... that one's more feral ?"   but there's a catch to paul's words, something that elicits a yawn and a tilt of her head in curiosity.   "not allowed ? why ?"   her head leans against his shoulder, eyes struggling to stay open as they focus on the hardwood of the floor.   "don't tell me it's because i've got my own personal guard dog now."

PAUL     /     his arms shift into a more comfortable position as her own changes, his expression softening at how delicate she seemed in this moment. she seemed to be taking the information like a champ, though that could also have something to do with her drowsy state. her curiosity warms his heart, and he let's her ask what she's dying to know. "from what i saw, yes. more feral, no sense of humanity," but his voice is soft, hoping to lull her into the sleep she continued to fight off, arm looping under her knees and coming to a stand. "because i'd kill him if he did." he offered with a slight smile on his face at the follow - up statement. "something like that." pulling back the sheets on her bed, he put her down gently, hand brushing strands of hair out of her face. "it's something called imprinting, and it is our most sacred law. but we can talk about that in the morning, if you'd like."

LENNON      /      "that's a little sad. they're basically monsters, then,"   she manages to get out in between yawns. the tenderness of his voice isn't helping her case of attempting to stay awake. but if she knew paul, she knew he wouldn't want her to stay awake anyhow. her assumptions were proven right as he lifts her into bed. lennon does her best to roll sleepy eyes at his threat. although part of her thinks he may be serious, this was jake. paul would rather hurt himself than hurt his brother. that much, she knew.   "rain check ?"   her eyes are already closing as she feels gentle lips press a chaste kiss to her forehead. there's a few more mumblings from her boyfriend before he slips into bed beside her, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest, as per their assumed position for most nights. there's another kiss pressed against the side of her face before sleep takes them both.