#my werewolf phase is coming back

[freakstertoff]

dogboy Color getting pets <333 @stagesofkiller

[karinasbaby]

hiii!! what type of porn do u think enha would be into?? this question has literally been plaguing me for the past week

thank u sm for sending this to me my beloved anon ! (⺣◡⺣)♡ here is my personal opinion on what kind of porn the enha hyung line (adding jungwon cuz i love nia) would be into 🤞

𖥻 JAKE i know will be into the nastiest shit known to humanity. but ! at the same time everything really depends on his mood and what he’s feeling. if he’s feeling like he just needs to get one nut out and have a quick orgasm he’ll probably go into the shadiest & easiest porn sites and just click on whatever makes his cock twitch from the thumbnail on the recently uploaded page. and he has range. his gravitation towards these types of videos range from (obv scripted) milfs getting pounded by their step sons or … hear me out. just straight up pussy eating videos. that does it for him tbh. however ! if he does have time and wants to have a whole masturbation session he would probably take his time in searching for the types of videos he’s in the mood for (also ranges from 69 videos, anal videos, sex toys videos, BDSM videos and so on and so forth) but at the end of the day, doesn’t matter if he was here for a quick or long orgasm— it WILL knock him out and he will sleep like a baby :(

honourable mentions ! : fucking machine videos, … sybian, step-cest hentai, pussy eating videos & squirting orgasm compilations (he’s a munch what can i say).

𖥻 HEESEUNG also into the nastiest shit known to human kind. i feel like heeseung has a phase where he hyperfixates on either 3D porn (probably futanari threesomes) or hentai (highschool themed ones maybe? or … infidelity ones ngl). (that phase comes and goes every now and then but it’s there for sure) he also has a thing for step-cest and i feel like lots & lots of bondage videos. i’m talking like porn videos where girls get tied up and fucked with different kinds of toys for hours till they squirt uncontrollably and best believe he’s watching it entirely. heeseung also has a thing for edging himself as it makes his orgasm hit 10 times harder. so he probably has participated in those ‘10 mins do not cum’ challenge videos on random porn sites. i also believe he has a thing for rough fucking videos. going back into the bdsm part he loves watching threesome bdsm videos where there’s a guy fucking a girl while another one is pushing his cock down her throat. also seems like the guy to have a thing for monsterfucking.. anything that involves werewolf, monster or alien x human porn videos just know that he’s already watched it. tentacles hentai is the way to go, 3D alien forced breeding is also one of his favourites (might even have an obsession with facehuggers phase… anyone interested in alien hee?) overall really filthy shit gets him off so well.

honourable mentions ! : has a thing for double penetration videos, gangbangs, lesbian threesomes, sex toy videos, alien breeding & facehuggers.

𖥻 JAY my romantic baby :( this man probably doesn’t even go to porn sites that often (lies) he goes to twitter to his fav nsfw accs & watches the most romantic and loving porn on the internet that it’s not even porn atp it’s just watching two ppl love each other (and being jealous). he’s the type of man that will have a thing for missionary videos because i feel like he watches the type of porn that he, himself can replicate. missionary videos with the guy being so whiny and kissing his girl everywhere is one of his favs, but ! he also does really enjoy watching cowgirl povs.. doesn’t matter if it’s reverse or not, i know an ass man when i see one. see now all of this? applies to my beloved soft boy jay ♡ who takes his time and enjoys his alone pleasure time so nicely and sleeps so contently like a baby after. butttt ! he also does have his own random urges and moments and needs to watch diff types of porn. i see him as the type of guy to stay on twitter still but also go to diff acc w diff kinds of porn in them.. call me crazy but i believe he also has a thing for tying up like heeseung. except this time its obv diff than the bondage on porn sites. he loves loves loves to watch videos of pretty ‘good girls’ getting punished on their daddies lap with their legs and arms tied up. loves to watch how their daddies make them sit on their faces so they can eat their cunts out for hours. also has a thing for full fucking session videos from start to beginning. is fully tuned in from the first few minutes of the make out session or the teasing till the final minute where both of them orgasm. might even be the type to start jerking himself off slowly in the beginning and make himself cum with the ppl on the video to get maximum satisfaction, then goes into a deep slumber cuz he’s been edging himself for a long time.

honourable mentions ! : twt videos that lean heavily towards ddlg content, bj videos, tit play videos (to feed into his lactation kink ! best believe he’s jerking off to a man sucking milky droplets off his girl’s nipples) and doggystyle compilations.

𖥻 SUNGHOON … he’s really into role play videos. idk how to explain this but i feel like he has a massive obsession with role play porn videos that are all scripted. a police officer x criminal porn video where the girl is the criminal and gets cuffed and fucked over the chief’s table just does it for him. his interests also drift towards pet play… has a thing for pet play kind of videos & cute pet like outfits like cat ears :( really has a huge thing for calling a pretty girl kitty it just makes him cum so quickly & so so hard. when the video contains roleplaying and punishment? he’s so gone. give him a video where it’s a professor / teacher x student roleplay porn and his hands will be around his cock in a second. his obsession is so deep rooted he’s willing to go into the sketchiest sites just to find the full versions of the videos he sees that are frustratingly teasers / half way through. he’s also a freak for ‘stuck inside the washing machine’ type shit (so yes to step-cest roleplaying videos). it just adds up in my head tbh cuz it’s freakhoon we’re talking about. bcs of his obsession with roleplaying and pet play… he also sometimes falls down a horny rabbit hole of 3D hentai.. that’s furry porn. he will never admit this but he came so hard to furry / wildlife porn especially when he found werewolf & human porn. best nut of his life the second he saw the knot orgasm. again will never admit this bcs the post nut clarity hit him so hard he didn’t jerk off for five days straight after that. (anyone interested in werewolf hoon? omegaverse hoon?).

honourable mentions ! : also into fucking machine videos, furry breeding videos, roleplaying hentai videos and anal compilations (no i will not elaborate for now.)

𖥻 JUNGWON the only thought that comes into my head when i think about the type of porn that will get won off is tits. doesn’t matter what kind of video he’s watching as long as there’s tit play is involved he’s so gone. loves and adores to watch videos of either boob play & jerking off or missionary with milfs (yes has a huge thing for milfs) where the camera pov is from above and he has the perfect angle of their cunt & tits bouncing. though he might have a thing for tits & female body worship… cock worship gets him off so well. just seeing a girl get so cockdrunk with a guy slapping his leaking dick on the side of her cheek makes him so fucking hard. like jake, jungwon’s porn videos depend on his mood and how he’s feeling like. if he needs a quick nut he’ll go to his favourite website and click on whatever appears for him first cuz he has an acc and the algorithm already knows the kind of filth he watches. (he’s a dedicated consumer, has an acc on every site and might even go as far as to downloading porn site apps & following their twt accs) but if he is looking for a long session where he can take his time then best believe he’s watching a whole homemade movie. loves to watch videos from beginning to end with all different positions and angles and multiple orgasms. also tends to have a thing for following along and experiencing everything in the video. but then again he also strikes me as the guy to also watch tit play compilations… for sure has a lactation kink and lives to get off of boob sucking videos & maybe even adult breastfeeding. either way… everything depends on his mood.

honourable mentions ! : 69 compilations, cowgirl compilations especially ones where the guy starts to suck on the girl’s boobs, pussy fingering orgasm videos, deep throating.

again thank u for sending this ask !! <3

[blackbirdie1234]

Paul's Imprint

What being Paul’s imprint would be like.

A/N: Not proofread. Hope you guys enjoy this and let me know if you would like me to do the other pack members or the Cullens(what being their mates/bloodsingers would be like). I really appreciate all of the likes and reposts! Thank you all so much and I am glad you like my fics :)

Being Paul’s imprint would require A LOT of patience.

He has a soft spot for you, so his anger wouldn’t be taken out on you or directed much toward you, but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t see his bad side. When someone in the pack pisses him off he usually gets upset and phases. They fight it out, and then he comes home. He is either still upset or wants serious attention. If it’s the former expect some attitude and him taking it out on basically everything else but you. He might be aggressive with things, slamming things down and being loud. You would probably need to give him some time to cool off some more before trying to comfort him. If it’s the latter then you will have to have a cuddle session, his favorite position is laying in the bed or couch with his head in your chest and you playing with his hair and talking about your day. Your voice soothes him and calms him down, so he likes it when you talk to him. He could care less what you talk about, you could tell him about your day, or how much you hate that one girl in your math class because she chews gum loudly, you could literally talk about anything and he would be content. 

Being Paul’s imprint means a lot of love and affection.

When he isn’t on patrol, he is with you. He will be on you and hugging you all of the time. Now if you have trauma with affection or just don't like to be touched he would 100% respect your boundaries, but he would try and find small ways to show and get affection. Like holding your hand or even just touching his pinky against yours when you are next to each other. He would find ways that wouldn’t make you uncomfortable and was still getting his needs met. He doesn’t mind showing his affection in front of others either, he could give less of a fuck if the pack teases him. He loves you and doesn’t care who knows it. At the beginning of your relationship, he was very careful, learning what you liked and what you disliked. He was also very subtle with his affection but he still craved it just as much as he does now. He would softly play with the hair on the back of your head while talking by the fire, small and soft touches here and there, he would DEFINITELY do that thing where guys softly touch your waist while moving behind you.

Being Paul's imprint means you would spend a lot of time with the other imprints.

You would probably be close with the other imprints. Having a werewolf boyfriend isn’t exactly normal. You might feel alone or lost a bit in the beginning. Paul was one of the first to phase, which means you most likely were also one of the first imprints. Especially if you knew Paul before the transition. Emily was one of the first imprints you met, she was so sweet and welcoming to you, and your bond turned into a sibling relationship. She treated you like family right away and made sure you knew that you were always welcome. You met the others as they became a part of the family and now you spend a lot of your time with them. You do a bunch of group things together, shopping, baking, cooking, movie nights, and of course bonfires. You all enjoy each other's company. The boys are on patrol a lot and it helps everyone get their minds off of missing them. 

Being Paul’s imprint means late-night texts and calls.

Again, the boys are on patrol any time of the day or night. When Paul takes the night shift he makes sure to update you and let you know that he is safe. He is also expecting the same from you. He misses your voice, especially when your schedule gets busy and you can’t see each other as much. Sometimes he’s able to slip away for a second to see you, give you a hug and a kiss and then he is back out patrolling. He does it more often if he is patrolling near your house, mainly so he can do it quickly before Sam notices that he is missing and makes him come back.

Being Paul’s imprint means he is VERY protective of you.

He is already a protective person, it doesn’t matter if it is his friend, family, or even a stranger. He will take a bullet for someone he doesn’t know, it’s just in his nature. For you on the other hand, he would take that bullet and then hunt the person who shot it down until they beg you for forgiveness for even daring to THINK about hurting you, all the while he is still bloody and hurt. His protectiveness also correlates with his jealousy. He is a very jealous person when he is in a relationship. Even though you are his imprint he still can’t help but let the green-eyed monster loose whenever another person hits on you or checks you out. He knew you were hot, but you were for his eyes only. Being a werewolf means having to control your anger, but Paul was never really good at that, so most of the time it was you who had to calm him down. You didn’t want your boyfriend to maul someone, especially not in public. You were the only person who could calm him down fully, you would reach for him with your soft touch and everything else would fade away. Sometimes all you had to do was give him a stern look and he would cool himself off not wanting to make you upset. It bothered you sometimes how angry he would get, you tell him all the time that he is the only one for you and he has nothing to worry about but he still lets his jealousy get in the way of reasoning. 

[therandompagesblog]

SKZ Mate: Chapter 10

Warnings: Hospital talks, sexual health, general health

"blood type?" "I don't know." "Wolf size?" "I don't know." "Last time you had a heat?" "That I don't know either." "Could you be pregnant?" Y/N and Chan looked at eachother  before looking back at the medical questionnaire in absolute bewilderment. "I do know my date of birth. The rest I have no clue." Y/N said honestly. "You don't know where you live?" Chan said slowly as if she had just hit her head. "I don't know your address. I just live there." "Good point." Chan chuckled as he tried to fill in some of it for her.

Chan had decided to contact a werewolf specialist after her sub-drop to check for any underlying health concerns. He was worried that Ateez might have done more damage internally than what Felix could pick up. Chan also wanted to find out more about her heat cycle along with when her next heat might happen so he could prepare and make her comfortable for when it happened. He didn't want to ask Felix to do those checks in case she felt uncomfortable so he thought a female doctor might be better for the time being. The female doctor happened to be Changbin's older sister Jaehee. She was one of the most reputable doctors and gynecologists in the city that worked closely with werewolves. Jaehee could have come to the house but Chan decided against it and decided to meet at the hospital as he thought it might be nice for Y/N to go outside. Chan didn't want to trap her in his set of woods away from civilization but he was so worried about Hongjoong catching on or finding her out in public and he wasn't ready to risk it just yet. There were already rumours that Hongjoong had lost his omega and his pack had weakened because of her disappearance. It also doesn't look good to the outsiders that he lost an omega. It shows massive instability and cruelty, because why else would an omega leave, unless she was taken. That was probably how Hongjoong was probably playing it out, but Chan wasn't keeping up to date with his patterns at the moment since Minho and Hyunjin offered to take over while Chan sorts out his problems with his own family.

"Hi Chris, how are you?" An orotund voice called out. Y/N jumped slightly at the woman's voice, causing Chan to chuckle. "Hi Jaehee. I'm sorry to have demanded for you so soon." Chan apologised. "There's no need. My little brother explained." Jaehee explained with a smile. "Come on then omega." "I'll wait here. So you two can talk." Chan explained as he gently gave Y/N a squeeze on her shoulder. "How chivalrous of you Christopher." Jaehee mumbled, rolling her eyes at the alphas behaviour. Y/N followed the female into her office but not forgetting to give Chan a nervous look. Thankfully he sent her a wave of comfort as she went in. "Don't look so nervous. I promise whatever you say to me doesn't go anywhere, the room is werewolf proof so no one outside of this room can hear. And I also won't disclose anything to Chan or my brother unless you're sick. The rest is not my business." Jaehee promised as she patted the bed before grabbing her clipboard and running through a series of questions. They started off as generic questions. What is her diet like? How often does she phase? What is her heat cycle like? How often does her cycle last? Do you get pain during your heat cycle? All of which Y/N knew roughly. Y/N had an alright diet but it could be better. In terms of wolf health, she didn't phase a lot and mostly it was because she was told not too so her wolf was always caged in. In regards to her heat cycle she hadn't had one in over 2 moons.

While Jaehee asked a series of questions she checked Y/Ns height, weight, body temperature before going on to blood tests. Jaehee promised the blood tests where only to check for deficiencies and rule out any possible diseases. "Alright, this next part I need to some cervical examinations just to rule out anything." Jaehee said with an awkward smile as she brought over the ultrasound. "Does my brother treat you right?" Jaehee asked as she waited for Y/N to get comfortable before sticking the instrument in. "Yes. He does. Him and Jisung helped me prepare my nest." Y/N said awkwardly. "Changbin has a big heart. Feel free to abuse it within reason. And when I say that I mean in a healthy way like asking him to buy things for you, not playing the rejection game like my friend does with hers." Jaehee shook her as she remembered what her friend told her. "How is Hyunjin and Minho? They are the most difficult pair. "Um, Minho is rather awkward with me and Hyunjin I think hates me. He frightens me." Y/N said honestly. "I doubt Hyunjin hates you. He can hate but you would know it as you wouldn't necessarily be here. Hyunjin is complex but be patient with him. My advice let him come to you on his terms do not go to him or force him." Jaehee stated. "Um. Chan got him to mark me." Y/N answered nervously. "Oh dear. I can imagine Hyunjin is not feeling happy about that. Give him time. He's not pure evil he just has different morals." Jaehee answered.

The room went silent as Jaehee poked and prodded around Y/N's body, glaring and squinty at the screen, making Y/N nervous. "You are definitely not pregnant. Which I am sure is a relief for you, however, your pelvic bone is cracked which is slightly concerning, so I'm going to have to ban Straykids from any intimate activity from you for the next twelve weeks. It might be eight but those feral males will try and push too early so tell them twelve. In terms of missing heats I strongly believe it is due to high amounts of stress so hopefully in the next one or two moons it comes back. Any questions?" Jaehee asked, in which Y/N shook her head. "Good. I'll write a report to give to Chris. Make sure you eat more protein, the bloodier the better. Try to get more exercise by running in your wolf form. Cardio is better than weight training at the moment as your body has gone through a lot of stress so I wouldn't advise following my brother to the gym. Herbal remedies are great for stress, reproductive and sexual health. I know Felix and Minho are great at making them. Definitely no sex for twelve weeks. The longer the better. Oral sex after eight weeks unless they are really gentle but I have no clue who would be. Minho might be the more gentle one or no maybe not him. Never mind. Oral sex we'll say is fine unless they thrust too hard, it's also a great relaxation technique. Alright what else. Ah, for your pelvic bone try doing pelvic floor muscles. Hot baths, massages and lots of rest. I've also typed this for Chan. Feel free to wack him around the head with it or any of them until they understand. Got it." "Uh, huh." Y/N said as she tried to process a large amount of information. "Your blood test and scan results will be all together in two weeks, but they will be done with a fake name in case Ateez somehow gets a hold of information." Jaehee explained as she gave Y/N her report along with a prescription for birth control pills with a knowing look.

Y/N thanked Jaehee and walked out of her office to see Chan on the phone. Chan quickly hung up and greeted her with a small kiss on the forehead. "How did it go?" Chan asked as he took her paperwork before holding her hand. "Okay." Y/N said awkwardly. Chan hummed in response and wrapped his arm around her. "Let's talk in the car. We have to pick up some wolf protein shake as Changbin has run out." Chan stated like he wasn't even sure what Changbin was on about. As soon as they reached the car, Chan read through the paperwork, taking all of the information in before he started the car up. "Is there anything you want to talk about or get off your mind, not in relation to this of course?" Chan asked, giving her the room to speak freely. "No. I'm just learning to trust and accept things and to feel comfortable again." Y/N admitted. "That's understandable. Your body and mind has been under a lot of stress for however long, but I am grateful you are trying to trust us. As you need lots of rest I hope you will allow us to look after you properly and show you who we are. Obviously within reason for some of them." Chan expressed while also stating the obvious about a certain wolf. "I will state if Changbin offers to give you massages that's fine but not if he finds a muscle knot. He tends to make them worse. Hyunjin is actually the better one to get them out along with Seungmin as they are good with pressure points." "Does Hyunjin hate me?" Y/N blurted out causing Chan to look at her. "No. No he does not. He has a story that is his to tell, but what I will tell you is Hyunjin once lived with Hongjoong and you know what Hongjoong is like he did something. Hyunjin doesn't hate you he hates him and his pack. He doesn't trust anything related to him. But please do not take anything he states personally unless he does make it personal. If he does make you upset at any point tell me." Chan stated as he squeezed Y/N's hand. Still, Y/N couldn't help but worry but for now she had to trust him until something changes.

[billythesimp]

*BASHES DOWN DOOR* I HEARD RQ WERE OPEN

Okay here me out, Lycaon with a rabbit or cat (you decide) thiren that tried to argue with him at any chance they get. But that's because they don't know how else to act around him because of their HUGE crush on him. Basically you're typical tsundere.

That's about it, BACK INTO MY CORNER. NO PRESSURE TO DO THIS AND TAKE YOUR TIME BESTIE

-AJ🐺

Well, Well, Well~ [insert evil laughter here]

If it isn't my fellow proxy, AJ. Thank you for leaving me a request, I do appreciate the support so I put my whole Badussy into this request.

Smooches, see you soon!

Cat And Dog Fights

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

Before I started detailing this request, I did a funny 10 pull on the standard banner. I now have C1 Von, so I dedicate this post for the good luck of those who want Von Lycaon to come home. Bless Bless, Wolf ass.

Lycaon x Cat-Thiren-gn!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: Little OOc, mention of Rina's cooking /j

✦ Lycaon likes to think himself a patient man- or werewolf. He can handle Corwin’s self deprecation. He can handle Ellen’s overwhelming bored and teen rebellious phase. Rina’s cooking and antics, I’m pretty sure he puts up with, though barely. However, with this new addition to their team, he acknowledges the huge- HUGE elephant in the room. This cat thirens disobedience and clear dislike towards him, their boss. And while it’s fine when it’s outside the job, they work efficiently and swiftly when on their jobs, though they always seek to peeve him off at times, a cunning glare in their eyes when they look back at him, how they run forwards to finish his own enemies as to show off. It’s their defiance that creates problems as he can’t help but think they are trying to prove that their are better. 

✦ And usually he won’t complain, after all he hired them for their potential and knows what he’s getting into, but lately they’ve been chipping away at his patients, their coy antics getting under his fur, having to restrain a low growl when they purposely interrupt him or act out of line in front of guest or their masters. The reason Rina can only giggle behind her palm while staring at the two of them stare each other down, another one of their pity arguments being the center of attention. Creative backhanded compliments shared between the two as Corwin tries to calm the two, Ellen holding the girl back in amusement.

✦ Honestly, Lycaon can’t help but be slightly disappointed, he sees his employees as family, so to see one with a clear disdain for him makes him pout in private, seeming gloomy as his tail thumps and ears pinned back. Rina has to comfort him, all the while encouraging him to cheer up. Offering him a meal which he refuses, stating he wasn’t hungry. Though Rina can only ask that he give it his best try to be the bigger person and treat them kindly, for they don’t know what they could be going through.

✦ That being said, Rina is hiding more then she’s leading on, one second in Lycaon’s office to comfort him and then another in a private sitting quarters with said Cat thiren, brushing their hair and scratching behind their ears while listening to their childish rant- more like them denying their feelings. 

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While sitting before Rina’s small puppets, they paw and rack the little phantoms on their heads, watching them evade their attacks before being pulled back towards Rina’s lap. Having to sit still was difficult enough, but Rina promised to comb their hair and get it nice and pleasant for their next trip. “Ah, you need to take better care of yours. Lycaon will scold you if your headpiece isn’t perfectly centered- or in one piece in general.” She giggled before properly setting the cutest fabric on their head and giving their ears a little scratch.

“Eh, who cares what he thinks. He can just fix it himself if it bothers him so much.” With a hiss, their tail thumps besides them before they use it as a distraction from their overwhelming thoughts on said werewolf. “Oh, I think you do actually care about his thoughts on you.”

“Ehehe- Yeah you do!”

“Sir Lycaon, did you see that! Hehehe”

“Oh Sir Lycaon, see how great I am!”

“Great! Great!”

“H-HEY SHUT IT!” The cat hisses at the teasing from the little boos, Drusilla and Anastella spinning around before returning to Rina’s figure, avoiding the nasty glare said cat was giving them. “Now, now kitty. No more fighting- you already do enough of that with Von,” Smiling before moving them to sit upright, the figure before her slumping again and leaving her to adjusting them again til they stay, “Though, you know if it’s attention and praise you want, maybe fighting less with the boss would actually get you the results you want.”

“Pffm, as if.” They only pout to themselves, muttering quietly as Rina takes out a needle and starts stichting up their uniform where little tears and rips had formed. Whether from their battles or their tendies to claw at the fabric when they don’t know what to do with their hands. “Even if I wanted it, I don’t even know what I would say…”

“Oh, and what makes you think that kitty? Von would be more than delighted to compliment your achievements, after all he looks highly of you. You’re an amazing servant here, he couldn’t be more proud of your growth. He told me himself.” While she gushed her Boss’s supposed claims, the thiren’s tail swayed quicker then before, the adorable pout on their face turned into that of an embarrassed frown, afraid to speak out of fear of word vomiting. “Oh Kitty, promise you’ll try to be nicer to Lycaon. As much as I adore your little cat-dog fights, I would like it if you both got along much more.” 

They yelp as Rina ‘accidently’ poked them with the needle, ears flatten as they only mumble out a silent promise. Blushing as they think of how they could try to be nicer, distracted at how Lycaon would react to their change in demeanor, tail returning to playfully bat Rina’s hand while lost in deep thought.

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✦ After this conversation, Lycaon finally notices the little changes in their Cat’s behavior. Offering a hand in his tasks, though they still have their little backhanded comments, they are obedient nonetheless. He could tell that they seem to be warming up to him again, not running away from him as much and willing to calm down and listen instead of enlightening another fight between wolf and cat. Really, He’s glad they have improved since then, also making an effort to respect his fellow thiren and help them however he can. 

✦ He sees how much they enjoy the headpats and scratches the girls give them, how they have a subtle purr from the affection and praise they give them. So after a mission complete, satisfied with their work today, he gives them a little head pat and congratulates them on the great. While at first they don’t respond at first, tired from the day's events, they suddenly perk up and jolt away, rambling an indescribable comment and turning tail to run off into their safe house. He can only tilt his head, tail wagging as he couldn’t help but enjoy just how soft their hair is.

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Werewolf Boyfriend with a Playful Darling Who Teases Him

[Yandere! Werewolf x GN Playful! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

You first met your boyfriend, Alaric, about a year ago when you started attending the local community college. You were working on your Veterinary Assistant Certification, while he was there getting some general education requirements out of the way.

It was love at first sight--

Well, on Alaric's end.

The exact millisecond his eyes landed on you, he knew that you were meant to be his, and his alone. Hence, he immediately began to follow you around campus, trying to learn more about you so that he could begin to court you.

When he found out that you wanted to be a veterinary assistant because of your love for animals, he felt like he had an ace in the hole given his werewolf status.

You love animals, and he's technically an animal; therefore, you were bound to love him (it made sense in his head).

He mustered up the courage to ask you out on a date, to which you surprisingly said "Yes".

Alaric took you to a nice restaurant and then took you to see the monster movie you'd been wanting to see for a while... you thought that it was serendipitous how this cute guy seemed to know where you loved to eat and just what genre of films you loved.

As the night was coming close to an end, Alaric decided to use the big guns, and he revealed to you that he's a werewolf.

Of course you didn't believe it, thinking that he was joking, but then he phased into his wolf form, looking like an overgrown dog with fuzzy ears and big paws.

Alaric half-expected you to run, to scream, to be afraid of him. And he steeled his muscles, getting ready to chase you down if you dared tried to leave--

"Haha!" you giggled, surprising the werewolf. His eyes widened when you actually reached up with a tender hand and gave him a little scratch behind the ear. "Aww, such a good boy."

Alaric jerked back for a second, swallowing down a growl at the thought of being seen as some kind of puppy. He was a big, tough werewolf with enough strength to tear a human being to shreds, not some cute pup!

As time went on, Alaric of course was over the moon that you were now his, but he would sometimes get irked whenever you decided to playfully tease him.

You didn't do it to be mean, you genuinely thought that it was cute how you would ask your boyfriend if he wanted to go for walkies, and his face would get all red and he'd mutter that he wasn't a puppy under his breath.

...but he'd still go on a walk with you.

"You want some head pats?" you would laugh as you'd run your fingers through Alaric's hair.

Alaric would stifle a growl, but just silently glare at you until you'd stop laughing-- but he'd still expect those head pats.

One night, the two of you were cuddling on the couch, watching some trashy reality show when you couldn't resist.

A smirk already on your face, you placed a small hand on Alaric's muscled chest. "Does my big boy want a belly rub?" you chuckled, using the voice you used whenever you'd coo at puppies.

You loved it how red Alaric's face got, and he tried to avoid making direct eye contact with you. "Darling," he huffed in a controlled voice, "I told you, for the thousandth time, I am a man-eating werewolf. I'm not a puppy." To illustrate his point, he flashed his massive canine teeth and gestured down at his enormous paws that were capped with sharp claws.

You playfully stuck out your lower lip and ran your hand up and down his chest, noting how he winced and immediately melted into your touch.

"Aww, don't be like that," you cooed. "Who's my good boy?"

Alaric's blush deepened and you could clearly see his sweatpants start to tent.

When he didn't say anything, you retracted your hand, but froze when Alaric's arm shot out. He wrapped his fingers around your wrist and tugged it back down to his chest so you could give him more belly rubs.

"Me," Alaric blushed, "I'm a good boy."

[cupidddd-d]

hi! I was wondering if you could write something about a shy remus noticing he developed feelings for slytherin!reader (she's in their friend group) after they come back from summer break? she always sat next to him and was kind and lowkey feels the same towards him but he's just an insecure lil guy

i'm on it bro 🫡 idk if it's a little more angsty than you'd want but yeah i hope it's how you imagined it !

cupid's chokehold

what was it about you that made his heart beat so quickly? why did the very thought of you dilate his pupils to the point that they swallowed up the usual honey color of his eyes?

was it the way that your slytherin tie complimented your skin so well? you never judged him for being a werewolf the way your housemates surely would.

he loved the way you would sit next to him during meals, the way you'd casually press your shoulders against his. you'd lean into him as if it meant nothing to you, but it meant everything to him.

you would express affection with him so nonchalantly, playing with his hair and interlocking your arms with his. even the slightest touch would cause his heart to leap up into his throat.

"how was your summer, rem? i didn't hear from you at all. i was worried, y'know." you nudged him, looking up at him with that affectionate gaze he loved so much.

oh. oh. he loved you.

"i was busy with babysitting my younger cousins, sorry. i didn't have time to respond to your letters-- i was too tired from dealing with those kids all day." the lie sounded fake even to his own ears, but he hoped that you'd believe it.

your eyes flickered for a moment, your smile faltering before you quickly fixed your expression. "i know you're lying, but i'm sure you have your reasons. just let me know if you ever need to talk, okay? i'm here for you."

what else was he supposed to say? that he was trying so hard to deny his feelings for you he avoided you all summer? that he wanted to prove to himself that this was just a phase, and that the next school year he could be friends with you? just friends? nothing more, nothing less?

the very thought of that stung like salt on a fresh wound, but as long as you were in his life, he didn't care how. he didn't even care if you would one day grow to hate him. no matter what words spilled from your pretty lips, as long as they were directed at him, as long as your attention was faced towards him, his longing for you would be satiated.

but it didn't work that way at all. every waking moment, you had consumed his thoughts. he would smell your perfume in the wind and turn around, only to see no one there.

he had never met anyone who had bewitched him in such a way, made him feel so yearning. he would ask you out one day, once he was sure you felt the same.

but until then, he'd stand behind you like a loyal dog, content to stare at your back.

[txtmetonight]

For Him ✆

call summary ⋆ ★ Chan is quite puzzling. But you're determined to break his walls.

pairing *. * Bang Chan x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Harry Potter AU

warnings *. Crude language (just one word lol)

call duration⋆ ★ 1.4k

a/n*. * I'm back in my hp phases lol and while I'm doing that, I'm pushing my chan wolf agenda yay

You suppose you’ve always known about Chan’s mysterious life. And then again, you suppose you always loved him since you were eleven, just as you placed your eyes on him onto the Hogwarts Express. But he is a tricky person to figure out and someone who doesn’t want to be broken down into pieces and given to another to be investigated upon.

Yet he still lets you do so in the very manner as you sit next to him with a full glory on your lips.

You used to wonder why you were the only one that he would let get close, but now as you stare at him with big eyes that hold much adoration, you’ve come to realize how grateful you are.

Chan is puzzling but god he’s a sweetheart when it comes down to it, always a gentleman and always with gentle love beating in his heart for anyone and everyone. Though he reckons that his organ is a little more honeyed for you though, not that he would ever admit it.

For he lives in the shadows of his past and present, and through a fear that he believes in will conjure into reality. And so, he hides a part of himself from you. You despise it very much from the bottom of your heart. You really do. You want to be his but he’s holding himself back and it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

The first time you chipped away a little deeper than he wanted to show, was when you were fed up with the white lies that slipped through his teeth.

When he excused his absences for something so abnormal you thought he was mental almost. Every once a month he left you alone with your thoughts over something so trivial or something extreme–just an explanation that made your head spin. So, you had the bright idea to follow him.

Everyone knows of the curfew set in place every night, yet he seemed to have a justification for doing so…why?

Your footsteps were quiet when against the floor and you held your breath, hiding amongst the dark and following the footsteps in the moonlight that shone brightly. It was a full moon.

You’ve known the castle like it was the back of your hand, 3 years since coming and the footsteps you’ve marked were etched in the back of your mind. And you very quickly realized where Chan was going–to the whomping willow. Your lips shivered to cry out to him, to ask him what he was doing but you clap your hands over your mouth when he starts to violently shake against the wind. He collapses. And the clouds reveal the luminous light in the sky.

Before your eyes, his hair shrinks back into his skull, and his body changes. You both see the same things, yet he feels it with pure disgust and embarrassment when his bones grow and rip underneath his skin.

But your perception is different because when he looks into the reflection of the deepest lake and sees a monster staring back at him, you see Chan. Not just a werewolf, but Chan, your lover. And you know that for sure when your nerves tingle with endearment as you stare at him in awe. He’s quite magnificent, you can note when he turns back to escape into the woods.

The second time you cracked it even more was 2 years later when O.W.L’s took over your brain, alongside Chan. Every single night, since that fateful day, you’ve found yourself stalking over the gardens to watch him on the full moon.

But you don’t dare to tell him that; you want him to feel like he has the right to tell you when he has gotten over his fear. Then so, you’ve trained yourself to go blind-eyed every moment except for that night. You suppose you could be selfish.

Chan is lonely. He carries a deep burden in his heart, and it aches to be released, not on its own but in the hands of another where they can sing a lullaby to soothe the pain. And you knew that it was going to be in front of you, but it left a sense of a hole in your heart when you saw him cry. You still sing to him, though.

“Hey Channie, what’s wrong?” You ask, wiping away the peals that streak down his cheeks. His face is flushed red, and he sniffles miserably. He doesn’t say anything, so you move in a little closer to place your hand over his heart, lips just ghosting over fingers at where it lies.

“I feel like, there’s something wrong with me.”

You look up to look at him, but he’s already staring at you with deep fondness in your eyes, you think that you’re going to tear up too. But you don’t. You question instead. “And why is that pretty boy?”

“Oh, I wish you would stop calling me that” He weakly chuckles. “But…I dunno why. I just–just know that there is something wrong with me. Like definite, for sure. And I hate it. It hurts, I suppose. I think it’s puncturing my brain.”

Chan sobs the last word before you grab his jaw and pull him, so your forehead gently tapped against his. Both pairs of eyes close and you realize how much your love runs deep for him. Again, where he feels nothing is where you’re encased in everything for him. For him.

The 3rd time is now, just after a year. You think. You hope his stone wall will shatter soon to let you in.

When the night is young, and the moon rises, you watch with curious intent as Chan drinks out of a gauntlet and shivers with grimace before the potion's professor with great urgency pushes him towards the hills that envelop around the school.

You follow him and it brings you great Deja vu that wraps around your stomach. Yet this time, rather than just breaking the mere school rules, you’re breaking the law by becoming an unregistered Animagus. Perhaps you’re a dunderhead, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You want to keep him company.

When the willow ceases its chaos, you slip past the hole near the trunk. Howls and whimpers echo but you don’t pay any attention. The shrieking shack is known for its ghostly activities but not for the true trauma that happens within the wooden boards. How Chan is in great pain because he is in love with someone whom he can’t have. Just because of himself and who he truly is; a bloodthirsty creature.

Yet he’s truly Chan when you strut your way into the broken-down living room, It’s truly Chan when he doesn’t attack you, and he growls against the moonlight. And it truly Chan when nudges you with his nose for a sense of doting that he craves.

You give it to him and lie on the floor, where he joins you. Your ear is near his pulse, and you feel it thrum alive against you, beating harder and harder. The thick wall is about to crumble, you reckon.

When it comes time for dawn to rise, Chan is Chan again, so you painfully twist back into who you are. Where the hardwood floor lies, instead is your boy, who scoops you on top of him. His eyes are glistening with tears and his lips quiver. Your fingers begin to tangle themselves into curls, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Neither of you have tried to get up yet.

“How long have you known?”

“Since 3rd year. You’re very handsome has anyone told you that?”

He turns pink but shakes his head no. You kiss him once more.

“Turning into an animagus…why would you do that for me. Go through all the trouble. You don’t have to.” He speaks. He starts to cry now.

As for his question, you decide that you don’t have anything else to offer but the truth. “I love you, Channie.”

He scoffs, “Am I not a monster? I could tear you…you apart if I got too out of control. I’m sick in the head and outside of it, do you not understand? You deserve better.”

You tug at his hair which results in a wince, but you move up closer to his lips, just where they hover above them. His breathing stills and he thinks that you’re a complete stunner in his eyes. You think the same if not more.

“And who is to say that except for myself. You’re not a monster, you’re just Chan who can’t eat spicy food. And I’m (Y/n) who’s been in love with you since the very fucking beginning.”

And then you kiss him hard, expressing unsaid emotions into that kiss, starting to tear up when he reciprocates, his fingers gripping your waist making you feel dizzy. When you two pull apart, Chan chuckles as he wipes away a stray tear.

“You’re so beautiful it hurts me. I love you too.”

You’ve completely broken in.

[theemporium]

hi!

I was thinking about remus lupin with secret relationship? Not potter reader but I wanna know how and why he'd go about that.

P.s did you happen to get my last ask? I'm not sure it was recieved

i don't think i did, sorry, i know its been a while since you've sent this too😭thank you for requesting!🖤

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It was actually your decision to keep the relationship a secret. 

You weren’t ashamed of him nor were you embarrassed to be seen with him. You loved Remus Lupin in a way you didn’t think was possible to love somebody. You hid your relationship because of your family. 

You were from a pureblood family with a very cold and strict upbringing. You were taught how to walk, talk and act like a lady. You were taught to achieve your education with the highest marks. You were taught that by the time you left school, the arrangement for your marriage would be sorted and that would be your life. You were taught how to run a household, how to plan dinner parties and be the perfect, docile, pureblood wife. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the charming werewolf who swept you off your feet. 

You fought your feelings for a very long time, determined that they were a simple phase or distraction that would pass in all due time. But Remus Lupin had stolen your heart and you didn’t ever want it back. 

However, not even a few days after you had come to realise your feelings for the Gryffindor, you had watched an older student—a fellow Slytherin you remembered from dinner parties with other families—be ostracised and shunned from her family over the love she shared with a Ravenclaw boy. 

It terrified you. 

You knew, deep down, that the traditions and beliefs of your family were no longer the norm, and maybe not totally right either. But they were all you knew, they were all you have and the idea of losing them scared you. But you loved Remus—you really did and you weren’t ready to let him go. 

Remus respected it. He knew you needed time and he knew how you felt about him. He didn’t mind sneaking around and late night rendezvous if it meant he was with you.

“What’s wrong?” 

He had noticed all day that you had been acting off and it killed him inside knowing that he couldn’t approach you, that he couldn’t give you the comfort you needed as soon as he picked up on your mood. He had been itching to see you but he knew he had to wait until after curfew. 

Now, here you were, sitting on the couch of the small room that had formed (thanks to the Room of Requirements for you both) with glossy eyes and a letter in your hand. 

“My parents wrote to me,” was all you had to say and Remus was by your side, pulling your body against his until you curled into his side. Your hands gripped his sweater in tight fists, scared that he would disappear and you’d be left alone. 

“Shhh, honey, I’ve got you,” he whispered against the top of your head when he felt you fighting back your sobs. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and you broke as you shoved the letter in his hands, nuzzling your gaze against his chest as your body racked with sobs. 

Remus’ eyes glazed over the letter but it was more than enough. And one word stood out the most.

Betrothal. 

Your parents had settled the arrangement of your marriage. They had found you a husband and hadn’t even bothered consulting you on it. Your wedding was set to be after you graduated from Hogwarts this June. 

There were a million different thoughts racing through his head but one was louder than the others: he was going to lose you, he was going to lose the love of his life. 

“Remus, I—” you let out a shaky breath, staring up at him with tears streaming down your face. “I can’t…I can’t—”

He was so used to seeing you so composed and proper. He was so used to seeing you clamp down any feelings until you knew you were in a safe place to show them, usually when you were alone and able to sort through them. He had never once seen you so distressed or distraught. 

“You’re not going to,” Remus whispered to you. 

But you shook your head. “There’s nothing we can do—”

“There’s always something, darling,” he told you as his warm palm engulfed your cheek, guiding your head up so you were looking at him. His thumb gently swiped away your tears, his lips twitching as you leaned into his touch. “You’re not gonna marry him, I promise.” 

“What are we gonna do?” you whispered, sounding so small and broken. It sounded nothing like you and he hated it. He hated that they made you feel like this.

“I don’t know yet,” he murmured honestly, but the determination was evident in his voice. “But I’ll marry you the day before myself if it means they can’t force you into marrying some snobby bastard. I’m not gonna let them take you away from me, love.” 

Your eyes softened as you turned your head to press a soft kiss against his palm. “I’d marry you in a heartbeat, Remus Lupin.”

His chest tightened. “Don’t go making me propose, darling. I’m a man with little self-control.” 

But you just smiled at him, resting your head back down on his chest and tightening your arms around his torso. “Fine by me, Lupin.”

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[vaguesxrrow]

Hey, I already sent one request, so here's a second (your choice which you write first!)

Can I request a Dean Winchester x werewolf! Reader who can actually control when they turn? Like they could choose to turn to benefit a case whenever they want

The only downside of a full moon is that they turn like other werewolves, but atp reader is more annoyed than anything cuz they keep accidently ruining shirt with the claws or be unable to eat a regular midnight snack bc of the teeth

HII <33 i started with this one, because you definitely got me hooked on writing for dean and now im going through a phase LMAO

dean winchester / werewolf!reader

a/n: do i rmb what werewolves from spn are like? no. did that stop me? also no. (resilience, guys!!)

cws: swearing, mild violence, injury, and blood

wc: 982

tags: gender neutral reader, humour, a splash of sabriel, reader during their full moon shift is me on my period minus the pain and crying

"y'know, babe, this would be a really great time for you to wolf out," dean muttered, turning off the safety on his gun. both of you were hiding behind a stack of barrels, trying to avoid getting your asses handed to you again. your lower back was still sore from when you had been caught by surprise by a demon, and had been flung across the room like a rag doll.

you rolled your eyes at dean's suggestion, even as your pupils changed colour to a dark amber.

dean grinned at the sight, clapping you on the shoulder in glee. "hell yeah."

you bared your fangs at him.

"woah, my bad," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "save the rage for the demons we got coming."

"then let's go," you growled, fingers elongating into claws.

dean looked at you in awe as you stepped out, the slashing of flesh sounding immediately. "can't believe i'm dating them," he whispered. usually, it would be too quiet for you to hear, but now with your enhanced hearing, it was as if he was saying it right next to your ear. you smiled fondly as the first demon advanced.

dean joined you in taking down the remaining attackers, shooting the ones you couldn't take. soon enough, black smoke filled the air and the host bodies went limp, falling to the floor as the demons deserted them.

you shifted back, sharp claws and teeth retracting with minor pain. turning back and forth was easier now - you supposed it helped a great deal that you could actually control it, unlike the other werewolves you knew. practise made perfect, and you’d had many opportunities to practise, namely when saving dean (and sam) from getting killed. of course, you still shifted against your will every full moon, although even then you still had an impressive hold on your wolf.

"you good?" dean asked you, holding out a hand. you allowed him to tuck you underneath his arm as you made the walk back to the impala. you didn't miss the way his critical gaze scanned your body, looking for any injuries.

"back is killing me, but i'm fine,” you responded. “you?"

"busted lip that hurts like a motherfucker, but nothing worse."

"mm." you smiled. "does it hurt too much to give me a kiss?"

"never." he leaned in to give you a chaste peck, chuckling when he pulled away. "uh, you got a little blood-"

you licked it away, toothy grin emerging at dean's expression. "werewolf. i don't mind a little blood." you winked.

he shrugged in acceptance. "okay. hot."

you shoved him away, both of you laughing.

⌦ ----

as the sun set and the moon peeked over the horizon, you groaned, falling dramatically against the sofa cushions. sam and dean were already sat on the couch, fight club on the tv paused at the first frame, and they shot you sympathetic yet amused looks.

"i hate full moons," you complained, reaching for a piece of popcorn. "in a few hours, i won't even be able to eat this."

sam huffed. "honestly, i'm just glad that's the biggest of our problems whenever you shift. at least you don't go psycho on us."

you looked at him reproachfully, flashing your puppy dog eyes. "but popcorn."

he threw a piece at you.

"i'll feed you when you come looking for a midnight snack," dean supplied helpfully. you looked at him lovingly and 'aww'ed, blowing a kiss. he mimed catching it and pressed it to his lips, winking playfully.

sam fake gagged, standing up. "okay, this couple stuff is getting to me. call me when you actually start the movie!"

"as if you aren't as bad with gabriel!" dean yelled after him. you cackled as sam flipped the two of you off.

⌦ ---

you stumbled down the stairs, wincing as your claws scraped against the wood of the railing, undoubtedly leaving marks. your shirt was torn - a recurring accident that happened every full moon. you cursed aloud upon realising you had worn your most comfortable sleep shirt to bed.

once you reached your desired destination - your beloved kitchen - you stared reproachfully at the fridge, which was notably harder to open with your elongated nails.

"don't punch our fridge," a voice said sleepily.

you nearly jumped dean, arms raised, before realising it was him. "jesus effing christ," you hissed. "don't sneak up on me during full moons like that!"

dean merely yawned in response, opening the fridge door for you. he grabbed out various items, listing them as he went. "what're we feeling tonight? snickers, gummies.. aw, c'mon, sammy put pretzels in the fridge again?"

you snatched the pack of gummy bears from his hand, a single claw going right through the packet so it hung lamely from your finger. you sighed, sounding long-suffering and completely done. dean snorted, taking the bag back from you and ripping it properly.

"open," he instructed, throwing a gummy into your mouth. "loving the edgy, emo look, by the way." he gestured to your torn shirt.

"shut up, dean, you know this happens every time," you grumbled, chewing your snack more aggressively. suddenly, a fang pierced your lip, a small jolt of pain going through your body. "ow, shit." you brought your hand to your mouth.

"what happened?" dean asked in concern.

you showed him the blood on your fingers incredulously. "i split my lip with my fangs! are you kidding me right now?"

he visibly relaxed, relieved it wasn't serious. "more for me, i guess." he shrugged, obnoxiously chewing a piece. "mm, this is so good."

scowling, you dabbed the cut with your T-shirt, which was already ruined, so it didn’t matter. a smirk appeared on your face as you swatted dean, attempting to steal the bag from him. "dean, when i catch you-"

he dodged, fleeing to the living room. "nope!"

"oh, fucking hell-"

[waywardblazer]

Centuries

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst…but mostly fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Summary/Prompt: Hours before the curse is broken, you briefly bump into the infamous Klaus Mikaelson for the first time but you see something inside of him that’s unexpected.

A/N: Should there be a pt.2 where y/n reunites with Klaus??? 🤔

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Tonight was the full moon.

That meant that it was the night that Klaus would finally be able to break the curse. The curse that binded his werewolf side and stopped him from becoming a true hybrid.

Despite everyone’s attempts, there seemed to be no way around it.

Stefan had taken Elena away for the rest of the day after Damon force fed her his blood. You had also heard about Tyler rolling back into town meaning that Klaus would have everything he needed. The ritual was going to happen regardless of what anyone wanted.

In the Salvatore mansion, Elijah had just gone over the plan once more to ensure that it would work. You were there simply so he could be certain.

“If the plan does not succeed, my brother will become The Original Hybrid by the time the full moon completes its final phase.” Elijah informed, his gaze moving from you, down to where he was fixing the cuff of his sleeve.

You gave him a small nod. “It’ll work Elijah. I…I know it will.” You attempted to reassure him, but the uncertainty in your voice betrayed you. He studied you for a moment before exiting the room. You watched him leave, sighing quietly to yourself.

Much to The Salvatore’s dismay, you found the existence of the Originals to be rather intriguing and had spent the better part of the last month or so getting to know more about them. By them, you meant Elijah, since he had been the only Original the gang had encountered. That was not including Klaus when he had been in Alaric’s body. In return for your curiosity, Elijah seemed to have grown fond of you.

Right now however, you weren’t of any help to anyone. You needed to get out.

Even though the mansion was exceptionally large you felt too pent up. So you headed off to the lake. At least there you could have a brief moment to think alone.

It wasn’t far, so once you made it you took a seat on the bench, staring out at the lake as the afternoon sun slowly made its descent over the horizon. The remaining light seemed to bounce off the water’s surface, making it look as if it shimmered.

“Is this where you go to get away from the Salvatores?” An strangely familiar voice spoke from behind.

You stumbled off the bench with a gasp and spun around on your heels only to come face to face with a rather tall man. Your breath hitched and fear immediately swept through your body the second you realised who it was.

“Klaus.” You breathed out, taking a nervous step backwards.

“Relax, love, I am not of any threat to you.” He reassured with a gentle grin, hands raised briefly in surrender. “I am simply savouring the last moments before I become my true self.”

You watched him wearily. Part of you wanted to run, but you dreaded what he might do if you tried.

Klaus’ grin seemed to fade. He couldn’t just see the fear in your eyes but he could also hear your heart as it pounded within your chest. He dipped his head and stepped away, creating some distance between you both.

“It’s a beautiful sunset, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked in an attempt to spark some sort of conversation to break the tension.

Looking up, you couldn’t disagree that the mixture of red, orange and purple colours that lit up the sky was beautiful.

“Yeah…it is.” You mumbled quietly.

Klaus smiled to himself as you continued to study him from where you stood. He could feel your eyes on him.

He remained silent for a good few moments before letting out a sigh. “I know you think you should be scared of me, but I assure you that you do not.”

“You want to hurt the people I care about so I think I have every right to be afraid.” You reminded him, bravely holding his gaze. You were surprised when he nodded in agreement.

“Fair point.” He replied. Then carefully took a seat on the bench. His gaze shifted to the ground momentarily before returning back up to you. “Y/N, if…there was another way—” He began but faltered in finishing what he wanted to say.

Your brows creased slightly as you searched his eyes. Eyes that remained on you. There was some sort of emotion hidden behind those centuries old eyes that you wouldn’t have imagined possible to find in the proclaimed evil Klaus Mikaelson.

It was Pain. Deeply rooted pain.

You didn’t know his story and yet it broke your heart to see such pain in someone’s eyes.

It made you wonder whether there was more to him than just how everyone portrayed him. That being known worldwide to be a ruthless mass murder, a monster and big bad wolf with no remorse was simply a facade to hide the concealed truth that maybe, just maybe he had a heart.

Turning to look back out at the lake, you realised that you had finally let your body relax. You knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. He had no need too. You mustered up the courage to sit down beside him. With a quiet sigh, you looked up at him. There were no words needed to be exchanged. You both just sat in a strangely comfortable silence.

As the night arrived, a chill filled the air. You shivered.

“You’re cold, love.” Klaus softly noted, a gentle frown of concern passing across his face.

You huffed out a quiet chuckle. “I’m alright.” You insisted. The way he called you love had your stomach fluttering in a way that made you mentally scold yourself.

Klaus didn’t seem to take that as an answer because he took off his jacket, gently wrapping it around your shoulders. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes appeared to sparkle under the moonlight.

Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze. “Thank you Klaus.” You managed to whisper, pulling his coat around yourself for extra warmth.

He dipped his head. “Of course, love.” He uttered in a gentle tone before he stood up.

You tilted your head in confusion before spotting the moon high up in the sky. You looked back at him. You knew exactly where he was going.

“It’s time, isn’t it?”

The soon to be hybrid nodded. “It is.”

You let out a deep sigh. There was absolutely no way you could stop him and…you didn’t really want to anyway. No one should be denied a part of themselves.

“Go.” You said.

Only for a split second but long enough for you to see, he hesitated. Like he was reconsidering. But the urge to take back what was lost outweighed anything else.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He murmured, “Hopefully we’ll meet again under better circumstances.”

He then vamp sped off with a whoosh, disappearing in a blink of an eye leaving you alone under the light of the full moon.

“Bye, Klaus.” You whispered. “And…good luck.”

[gojo-mochi]

EEK IM SCREAMING FROM UR WRITINGS- and ur October event?! If u may a request of werewolf!ace please 😭 aksjwksjwkzj and maybe with any dark themes u have in mind 👀

CW: Reader is called “Little Red”, Attempted assault and kidnapping by a stranger (not ace), a bit of blood, creampie, breeding, Oral F!Recieving, Noncon, Ace is a bit toxic and yandere in this. Part of my Kinktover event!  (now closed)

Words: 5.3K (im gagging idk what happened don't look at me ok, it my inner werewolf phase coming out at the end) 

A/N: Sorry it took so long wahhhh and if the ending ended weirdly OTL

You pulled down on your red hood and tugged at your too-short of a skirt. Sighing out, you lean back on the wall, wondering how your friend not only roped you into coming to this Halloween party but also into wearing a skimpy Red Riding Hood costume. You were supposed to be matching with her, but she decided to go as a slutty bunny, stating, “Wasn’t there a bunny in the story too? No? Oh well, there was a wolf, so a bunny fits anyway!” It did not fit, but you were too tired to argue with her, trying your best to sink into the wall and disappear. 

Unfortunately, your friend decided that being a wallflower for the entire party was not in the stars for you. “Come oooooooon! At least dance with me for one song!” Your friend whined as she dragged you by the wrist to the open dancefloor. The heavy, thumping bass drops seem to shake the dancefloor, or perhaps that was just the masses of people grinding and bumping into each other. Your friend dragged you right into the middle of the pit, and with no chance of escape, you sigh heavily, trying to act like the music wasn’t affecting you. 

Your friend starts to pull out dance moves, using them on you as she pretends to circle a lasso around you and pull you in. You rolled your eyes at her display and went along with it with a small giggle. Slowly bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music and shuffling your feet, letting your body succumb to the music and the vibes. Getting more comfortable by the time the next song comes on. Swaying your hips and even moving your arms now, getting so lost in the melody that you didn’t notice that your friend left you and was replaced by someone else. 

The deep, booming bass of the song made you more energized, shaking your ass and swinging your hips and body in tune with the bass. Your eyes closed so you could let your ears and body fully enjoy the music, thinking that you were still dancing with your friend you didn’t mind when you felt hands on you. Moving down your sides to settle on your hip as their chest slides up to your back. You played along, as you were used to your friend’s antics by now. 

Only when you slyly bumped your ass back to grind on her, did you notice that your friend either got extremely buff in the last few minutes or you were actually grinding on a guy this whole time. Your questions were answered when the guy leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. “Damn.. you have some nice moves there, Little Red.” A slightly husky voice rasps out, his hands still on your hips, squeezing them, his fingers digging into your plushness. 

You gasp out, twisting your body away from him, and turning around. In the neon flashing lights of the dancefloor, your eyes settled on the large frame in front of you. Your eyes immediately flickered to the furry ears on top of his head, black and fluffy like his hair. You look further down landing on his bare toned chest and totally not staring at his happy trail in the middle of his abs or anything like that. You catch a glimpse of his tail swishing behind him as he leans down once again to speak to you.

“Woah, hey! Sorry, was that too much?” He rubs the back of his hair with an awkward grin. Another flash of the neon lights from above passes by on the both of you, you studied his face a bit more as it does. Noticing the small patches of freckles across the bridge of his nose and his very sharp canines poking out. He places his hands in front calmly as a sign of goodwill. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything!” His voice rings out again, almost muffled by the booming bass from the speakers. The music dropped once more and everyone in the crowd was getting hyped for it, causing everyone to start swarming around the middle. 

You got shoved right in the stranger’s direction, his arms came out swiftly to catch you before you fell face first on the ground. Firms arms wrapped around your waist to steady you, your face lands on his chest right above his happy trail. You inhale his scent, an intoxicating blend of musk, woods, and spices that starts off heavy and overwhelming but goes down smooth like a shot of liquor. You unconsciously curl up closer to his chest to breathe in more of this arousing aroma. 

Letting the furry stranger easily manhandle you out of the dance pit and off the side. “Hey….hey……Hey there!” The stranger shakes your shoulder a bit, bringing you out of your stupor. A fierce blush heats up your face as you realize how you were still nuzzling your cheek on his chest. You backed away, almost stumbling on your feet, causing the stranger to once again catch you in his broad arms. “I know I’m gorgeous, but falling for me twice in a row? Haha, you’re really cute, you know that, Little Red?” You felt another rush of heat come up as you sputtered out a response. 

I-I was just-! I mean-!” The stranger’s tail swished around happily as he threw his head back in a roaring laugh. Causing some of the other guests to turn their heads and look your way. Your ears burn as they stare at the two of you, you bring up your red hood and tighten the sting, covering your face. He eventually calms down once he sees you trying to leave the scene, with a hand placed on your shoulder to stop your escape. 

His ears flopped down on his head and he gave you the saddest kicked puppy look you've ever seen in your life. “Hey, wait! I didn’t mean to upset you..” He pouts out his lips and you almost folded at this point. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, here, let me introduce myself.” He straightens up his back, extending to his full height, and puffing out his chest. “The name’s Ace! It’s nice to meet cha!” You just noticed now that his voice has a slight tinge of an accent behind it, but you couldn’t place your finger on where or what it sounded like. 

Ace flung his hand out towards you, a wide smile on his face that emitted sunshine and warmth, only to be darkened by his menacingly large and seemingly real canines. You chuckled nervously as you grabbed his hand and shook it. “Wo-wow, Ace… those are some um-very big teeth you have there. Must have been quite the expensive buy. You really go all out for Halloween, huh?” He squeezed your hand tightly as you said that. 

His fingers linger on your wrist before he lets go with the same smile still placed on his face, however, something was a bit off about it this time. “Hehe, yeah! I mean, Halloween is like the one night that I can truly be myself, you know!” He runs his hand through his hair, pushing back his ears as they spring back into place. ‘Wow he really must have dropped a lot of cash on his costume, everything looks so… realistic.’ You mused to yourself quietly as Ace stuck out his elbow for you to grab. “Wanna see how many hotdogs I can scarf down outside?” You raised an eyebrow at him but looped your arm with his either way.

“I bet you won’t go over ten.” You lightly teased him, bumping your elbow into his side, causing his tail to wag rapidly behind him. “Let’s make it a bet then!” He retorted back as you idly wondered how he was controlling his tail like that, you both headed out to the backyard. The “backyard” per se, was actually just the vast land in the back that opens up into a forest. Tables, chairs, lights, and a whole bar-be-que set were all set up for the party. Including a hot-dog eating contest on the side, Ace led you right to it, his stomach rumbling quite loudly as the smokey and savory aroma invaded your nose. 

Ace was practically drooling by the time you both reached the table. A shirtless guy with a chainsaw for a head was taking in contestants. “Yo, my man! Let me join in too!” They dapped each other up in greeting. “You lookin’ to suck down some schlongs? You came to the right place, sign up right here and the contest starts in about 5 minutes!” Chainsaw guy gave Ace a clipboard with the sign-up sheet, and he started yelling for the other contestants to gather up. 

Ace gives you a wink, unhooking his arm from you and going to sit down at the table. “Make sure to root for me, alright, Little Red?” You roll your eyes but smile softly at him, feeling a warmth start to bloom in your chest. The other contestants all sit down as well, getting ready to feast as piles of hotdogs are placed in front of them. Chainsaw guy counted down from five and blew his whistle, signaling the contestants to start chowing down. Ace quickly grabbed a hotdog in each hand and shoved them in his mouth, the wienerwursts disappearing in the blackhole of his stomach one after the other. Ace’s pile of hotdogs was gone in minutes. 

He even started taking hotdogs from the other contestant’s pile, only to get reprimanded by the Chainsaw guy. You belly laughed at the display, watching the people sitting next to Ace give up and push their piles to the wolf man anyway. Later on, it was less of a competition and more of the crowd just cheering on Ace as he kept on wolfing down dog after dog. Some watched in awe and some watched in disgust, you were a mixture of both, the ringing of a bell signals the contest’s end. 

People cheered and one even puked on the grass, Ace threw his arms up in the air and started flexing, sending winks and heart signs your way. “That was all for you, Little Red!” He ends his declaration with a loud howl, other party goers got affected by his enthusiasm and joined in as well and you could swear that actual wolves in the forest were howling along in the back. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as the howls began to die down, something about the way Ace’s voice timbered out from deep in his chest made you wary and scared….

You push down those uneasy feelings when Ace saunters up to you, his hand on his hips as he bows down with a lopsided grin on his face. His fangs glint under the light of the moon, his voice lightly rasps out; “So, what’cha think? I definitely ate more than ten, am I right?” You snort, pushing at his broad chest softly; “I think you ate enough to feed a whole country.” Ace’s grin only got wider at your comment, his tail sweeping the ground behind him; “So that means I won the bet, right?” He slung his arm around your shoulder and one on your hip pulling you in close, putting his lips right next to the shell of your ear. 

Even making his voice a pitch deeper as it rumbles down straight to your core; “Cause, I think I want you as my prize for winning the contest and the bet, Little Red.” This time, you couldn’t suppress the shiver that came up your spine, just now taking notice of how big Ace’s hands were, and they were even equipped with pointed nails painted black to look like claws. They point into your sides, sharp but not painful like a warning of what he could do if he added just a bit more pressure. 

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you try to quip back with a sarcastic retort, as Ace lowers his head down on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath of your scent, his nose poking at the fabric of your red hood, you could feel his fangs come out a bit as they start to dig in, making you yelp loudly. You push Ace away much harsher this time, your heartbeat going a mile a minute, your face flushed as red as your hood, Ace stumbles back from the impact, his head facing downwards so you couldn't see his expression. You could only hear a heavy growl arising from Ace’s throat when he looked back up at you. 

His pupils turned into slits as they appeared to almost glow from the angle he was leering at you from. You took a couple of steps back, your voice coming out in a small whisper; “A-ace?”. But that was enough for Ace to snap back from whatever was happening to him. Shaking his head and slapping his own cheeks roughly twice, his eyes went back to normal when they landed on you once more. He reaches out a hand towards you, but upon seeing you flinch back away from him, his ears fall down, pressing flatly against his head. 

His tail also hangs limp, tucked between his legs. “Little Red, I am so so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I swear!” He pressed his hands down flat on his sides, noticing how you were warily eyeing them, his shoulders hunching down and his head droop down as well. Trying his best to make himself seem as harmless and small as possible. “Little Red, are you still-” “I think I should go-” You both spoke at the same time; “Ah, Sorry you go first-” “No, you should-” You both cut off each other once again, you began to speak once more, not finding the courage to look at Ace directly while you spoke. 

“I-I’m gonna go get a drink. By myself!” You added the last sentence in a hurry when you saw Ace take a step forward to follow you. Tugging on your hood’s strings nervously, eyes flicking over to Ace’s form to gauge his reaction, Ace only lets out a pitiful whine at your words. Stopping his trek towards you either way, you didn’t wait for him to start speaking again as you quickly turned around and sprinted across the other side of the backyard. 

Your heart pounding in your chest, recalling the predatory look on Ace’s face, the abnormally deep growl he made, and the feeling that you were caught in the maw's of a great beast. You jogged all the way up to the mini bar stationed in the backyard, the bartender gives you a worried look; “Hey, you feeling alright there?” When you went to reply with a “I’m fine.” what came out instead was a painful wheeze. You kneel over, coughing out your poor lungs in front of the bartender, who came over to pat you on the back and offer you some water. 

You felt the stares of some onlookers, but they were quickly shooed away by the bartender. When you finally felt like you had coughed up everything your body had to offer, he helped you up back on your feet. You swayed a bit and crashed into his side, he was quick to steady you though. Wrapping an arm around your waist and letting you lean on him, “Woah there, just lean on me, alright? And, drink this too.” He pushed the cup of water near your face, letting you dip your head down so you could take a few sips. The cold crisp water hitting your suffering lungs, made things a little bit better. You gulped down until the cup was empty and gave a huge relieved sigh. 

Your heart rate calmed down by this point, you felt like you could breathe normally again. The bartender still held on to your side, smiling gently at you; “Finally some color back in those cute cheeks of yours, haha. I think I’m gonna have to cut you off from any more drinks tonight, miss.” His tone light and teasing, your heart didn’t flutter like it did with Ace though. You managed to give him a smile back, hoping it didn’t show your true emotions. 

You shrug off his arm from your waist, giving him another small thanks, however the bartender grabbed onto your arm to stop you from leaving. “Hey, you’re just gonna leave just like that?” He frowned, his grip on your arm tighten up; “I think it my duty as a bartender, to look after drunk girls like you, you know..” You felt bile rise up when he licked his lips at you, you pulled on your captured arm. “Let go of me!” You yelled, looking around to see if there was anyone who would come to help, but the crowd got denser and drunker as the night moved on and the music was deafening. 

A hand was placed over your mouth when you tried to scream for help again, you felt yourself getting pulled away from the crowd, you struggled and kicked behind you but the anxiety and exhaustion from before caught up with you. His hand moved a bit downward as he was trying to keep you still, you took this opportunity to bite down on it. He screamed and let you go for a moment but swiftly yanked you back by grabbing on to your red hood. 

Tears fell down your cheeks as the collar of the hood started to choke you a bit from how hard he was pulling back on it. Your vision got blurry from all the tears and lack of air, so you didn’t get to see Ace land a dropkick on the bartender, sending him crashing through some tables. As you were gasping for air once more and trying to get your vision to clear, all you heard was grunting and growling. Your eyes cleared up and you got back on your feet to find a small pack of people crowding around something. 

You stood on your toes to look over someone’s shoulders to find Ace beating the absolute shit out of the bartender. Blow after blow was dealt, you heard someone leave to puke, you almost puked yourself hearing a sickening crunch of bones being broken. Ace’s hands were bloodied and the guy beneath him stopped moving a while ago it seemed, but everyone watching was too afraid to try to stop Ace. His hair and fur on his tail were frenzied and wild, he stopped beating on the guy and stood up, wiping the blood on his bare chest, taking in a deep breath of air and immediately swinging his head around to meet with your eyes. 

You couldn’t hear him from this distance but you could see his lips move to say “Little Red…” and your heart froze up, fortunately your legs did not freeze as they turned and ran as they could. Right in the vast thicket of the forest, you did not care how tired you were, you just wanted to get away from everyone, from the stupid party you got dragged to, from that creepy guy, and from Ace. He wasn’t normal, no, from everything that you saw from him tonight, your mind concluded that he was either on a lot of drugs or wasn’t human. 

The moonlight helped illuminate your path forward, deeper and deeper into the forest. You were sure the forest wasn’t this big before, but your plan of cutting through the forest back home is starting to seem like a bad idea now. You stopped for a quick breath, looking at your surroundings for any sign of a landmark. Only to find the same amount of trees on either side, you weren’t even sure which way the party was now. Silently cursing to yourself, you pulled out your phone to see if there was at least a signal to call for help. 

Crack

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Your head whipped around trying to find the source of the noise, trembling slightly as you voiced out in the darkness. “He-hello? Who’s there?” ... Nothing answered back; only the sound of more leaves and branches crunching and cracking was heard as you strained your ears to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. As a figure began to emerge from the darkness and into the moonlight, you decided that waiting to see who it was was a dumb idea, so you quickly ran again.

Your legs and chest were screaming at you; your muscles were sore, but you kept pressing on. The adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins help you run just a little bit further each time you think you are going to pass out. Your ears picked up on noises coming directly behind you—the sounds of branches being broken, someone tramping down on the dirt, and a strange low huffing—all invaded your senses as you kept on running. 

 You didn’t dare look behind you, not caring where you were heading; you just needed to get away from whatever was chasing you. Yet fate decided to have some fun with you, making you trip on the soft dirt, landing directly on your face. You scrambled to get back on your feet, only to be pushed down by someone much larger than you. Their hot breath ghosted over the scuff of your neck, and their hands gripped tightly on your waist as you felt them press their body right up against your back.

“Little Red…” 

Your blood ran cold, and a numbing chill went up your spine, freezing your entire body. You know that nickname, that voice... “Ace…?” You get a guttural growl in response, and Ace’s dips down to press his lips on the back of your neck. His claws dig into your plushness when you yelp and try to squirm away from his searing kisses. Each press of his lips on your bare skin burns straight down to your core. His fangs graze over the fabric of your cheap costume, and another growl comes out, more annoyed that the cloth was keeping him away from your sweet flesh. 

 One hand lets go of your waist to tear at your clothes with his claws, easily ripping the fabric apart with one finger. The chilling night air hits your skin, causing goosebumps to run down your spine. Only to get replaced by the fervent heat of Ace’s tongue licking down your back. A shameless groan came from Ace as he continued to nip and slobber on your skin: “Fuck… Little Red, you taste so good.. So good..” Ace’s head was swimming; all rational thoughts left the window when he saw you get manhandled by that shitty bartender. 

 Then the chase through the woods? Oh, Ace thought it was so fun, he could have easily caught you when you passed the first thicket of trees, but his instincts enjoyed the hunt, the wait, and the stalking. Seeing you so helpless, sweat pouring down your skin, your scent emitting an enticing mixture of fear and lust. Of course, that's what Ace thought anyway: that this chase was all part of the game and that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. That's why you were shaking so much, right? In excitement? 

Your tears were probably just for show, not that he cared either way. Something about seeing your face covered in tears, your cute lips quivering into a pout. He wanted to make a blubbering mess out of you, the idea made his pants all the tighter. He rutted against you, his bulge rubbing right on your ass. Grunting as he pushes up your flimsy skirt, growling when the wind keeps pushing it back down again, he decided to just tear it to shreds anyway. 

With one hand pushing down your back, he moves his other hand to move your legs apart enough for his hand to rub on your panties, his forefingers going right in the middle, teasing your clit and digging in with his claws just enough to make you worry. You tried to squirm away, knees grating on the dig, your hands trying to grab on, whether it was for a weapon or for balance—you didn't know at this point. Your mind just screamed at you to get away, but Ace wasn’t going to let that happen. Even if the chase was fun, he was getting impatient at this point; he needed you badly. 

 He easily dragged you back by the thighs, pushing your ass back right on his face. You squealed, feeling his tongue trace the outline of your folds, pushing your panties in as far as it could. You let out a high-pitched and embarrassed whine when Ace takes a huge inhale, his nose right in the middle of your wet panties, practically breathing in your scent into his veins. Getting even drunker from his actions, you scramble as hard as you can, your nails digging in the soft dirt, your legs shaking, but Ace's grip on you was tight, and he wasn’t going to give you even an inch of freedom. 

Using his sharp teeth, Ace gently bit down on the edge of your panties, making sure not to hurt you even in his frenzied stage. He pulled back on it, tearing a small hole in your underwear. He repeated this action until your pussy was exposed to him. “Ace.. do-don’t.” Your quiet and pathetic pleads fell on deaf ears, as Ace immediately dove in, his tongue lapping up all your sweet arousal. Loud groans bubbled up from his throat, his tongue slobbering all over your folds, drool flying out from how fast his tongue was lapping on you.

You squeaked out moans of your own; it was sloppy, but Ace had a large, hot tongue that hit in all the right places. Anytime his tongue sloppily hits your clit, your body gives a little shake, and your hands clenched into fists as you try to fight off the feeling of pleasure from this action. The vulgar slurping noises coming from this were deafening to you in the quiet night air. “Fu-fuck!” Your eyes almost rolled back when Ace shoved his tongue inside of you, the wet muscle working its way to a sweet spot. 

It was thick and long enough to almost fill you up like a cock would; it only succeeded in making you crave something bigger to fill you up, even though you might deny that at the moment. You felt your stomach start to get tight, and your thighs shook and shook as Ace was unrelenting in tongue-fucking you. You could only squeeze your eyes shut as your body gave up and released all over Ace’s face. Your juices cover his cheek and chin, as he happily slurps up all the rest coming from you. 

 He pulls back with a satisfied hum, standing back on his knees so he can pull down his pants and wring out his hard cock. You were panting and trying to recover from that orgasm when you felt his tip rub against your folds. Your mind went into fight mode again, kicking and screaming at him, but it was no use. Ace leaned back down over you, his chest covering your entire frame and his mouth placed directly next to your ear as he grabbed his cock and slowly began to push it inside. Just the tip was enough to stretch you out; “Shush… It’s ok, just trust me, Little Red.” He grunts into a soft growl, finally feeling his cock get engulfed by your tight hole. “I know you wanted this too… I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. I-nghh-I’ll mark you tonight and you’ll be-hahhh-my mate forever.” 

You barely register his words and their meaning when he completely thrusts his cock into you, his hips slapping harshly on your ass. Taking a moment to enjoy how your pussy was already trying to milk him dry, so tight, wet, and inviting. He moved his head down so his lips went on your pulse point on your neck, angling his hips back slowly, starting a slow thrust. Each time his cock fully went in, it made you choke on air from how it was completely filling you up. You barely had time to adjust to his length before Ace went at a faster pace. 

Any inhabitants of the forest were subjected to listening to the lewd sounds of your moans, the slapping of skin on skin, and Ace’s deep growls and grunts. Your cute moans soon turned into a scream as Ace bit down on your neck, marking you and drawing blood, his hand clawing at the front of your shirt, ripping that apart as so he could grope at your chest. The stinging pain combined with the overwhelming pleasure made your brain short-circuit. Another orgasm was building up, as Ace let go of your neck and lapped up the blood, feeling you get even tighter, he started going faster. 

 “That’s it, Little Red. So fucking tight, I’m gonna breed this tight pussy. Hahhhh. You’re gonna look so good filled up with my pups.” 

Wait, does that mean he was going to cum inside of you?! You tried to stop him but all that fell from your lips with a soft whimper, with a particularly hard thrust, you came once more, on his cock this time. Ace let your pussy squeeze him for all he’s worth, releasing his cum inside of you. The hot seed covered your walls and spilled out, Ace let out a tender whine, feeling his cock almost empty from this. But he wasn't done yet; no, he needed to make sure that you were going to take everything tonight.

He gradually pulls out his cock, whining at the loss of heat but quickly works as he flips you on your back. Now you were facing him for the first time since you entered the woods. The feral look in Ace’s eyes made him seem like an entirely different person. He almost seemed a lot bigger than before. There was no time to think about that though, as he rammed his cock back inside you, causing more of his cum to spill out, but that’s ok, he was gonna fill up you again and again. 

He folded your legs to your chest so he could hit at the right angles and made sure your pussy could hold all she could. Plap after plap of his hips hitting against yours, your body was just a toy for Ace to breed and use at this point, but he was anything but a selfish lover, gently rubbing at your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb, being extra careful not to use his claw. Giving you heated kisses on the side of your neck and praising you with every breath you take. You quickly came again, the sheer feeling of being overpowered like this, you were his now. No question about it, that what your mind told you at least, giving up and letting Ace do what he wants with your body. 

“Hahhh-Fuck-Take it, take it all, Little Red.” 

“I’ll take good care of you, you’ll be the perfect mate for me, our puppies-nghhh-are going to look so fu-fuckin cute, I swear.” 

“Mine…mine….Mine…!”

Letting the pleasure overtake you, as he cream inside your pussy once more, this time he didn’t stop fucking you, the spillage of your own arosual and his cum made the squelching noise all the much louder. His cum overflowed onto your thighs, you were sure at this point that your pussy couldn’t hold that much anymore but Ace was determined to change that fact. Fucking into you deeper and deeper with every orgasm, you were stuck in this position… and did I forget to mention, that a fullmoon was happening tonight as well? Looks like you’re in for a long night.

[moonyspupp]

The Biggest Of Hearts

Professor Remus Lupin X female! Reader

Fluff!

Lmk if I should make a pt 2

CW:slight student teacher relationship (reader is of age!) age gap, transformation

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It’s been quite some time since Remus Lupin became the new Defense against the Dark Arts professor. He was quite popular among the students and other professors, always being kind and helpful to those who needed it. Who wouldn’t like a teacher like that?Obviously a new teacher at hogwarts isn’t the biggest deal to everyone, but apparently in your last year to you it was.

During potions class you couldn’t keep your thoughts to yourself, questions that were begging to be answered.

Looking down, you tap your pencil impatiently on the edge of your Dark Arts textbook, lost in a trance of thought.

“Say, don’t you think about how weird it is that Professor Lupin always disappears at the end of the month?”

You ask your friend who was obviously trying to focus on class. She rolled her eyes looking just a tinge irritated at your question, “Who cares” she mutters still trying to focus, “You already know all the professors at hogwarts have been dealing with stuff (y/n), especially with that prisoner escaping, there’s no need to worry about them”

You let out a sigh, still not looking up “I guess you have a point, but isn’t it just a tad bit weird that it’s always the same number of days-”

“Shh!” My friend turns to me, “You’ll get us both in trouble if you keep yapping!” She whispered frantically.

Snape’s eyes peer to the both of us as he was walking around the classrooms, observing and making sure everyone was on task. He was the one who taught while Professor Lupin was away. We both look up to see him nearly staring into our souls over our desks.

“10 points from (H/N)” he says sharply before walking away from our desks

Your friend turns over and glares and me and goes back to doing her work. You stir in your seat slightly embarrassed, but your thoughts were still unanswered.

“Why was he always gone each month? Why was it always the same number of days? And why was he always so tired?”

Your thoughts continued to wander on, it truly was a mystery that no one was concerned about except you.

A few days of class passes by quickly, and once again Professor Lupin was back to teach. The halls of hogwarts was filled with chatter and gossip as usual; with the upcoming OWLs and NEWTs, there was still a lot to be done for you and your friend at this time.

The two of you found yourselves in the library trying to study. You take a seat at a table farthest from the entrance. As your friend puts down a big stack of textbooks next to you she couldn’t help but notice your quietness, the way you were looking down but not reading. “You’re not still thinking about Professor Lupin are you?” She asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

You shake back to reality at the sound of her voice, “How could you tell?” You let out a nervous laugh resting my chin on my hand. She shrugs “I dunno maybe it’s because he’s just came back and maybe because that’s all you ever talk about” she says laughing. You blush slightly and let out a sigh, “It’s just I get a little worried sometimes, he always comes back so tired” you mutter quietly. Your friend sits next to you and looks around to see if anyone was possibly going to listen to what she had to say next, she leans in and whispers to you,

“Everyone’s been saying he’s a werewolf, could you believe that?”

“What? How did that come up?” You asked shocked

“Shh! We can’t be talking about this out loud, gods (y/n) you need to learn how to whisper” she said rolling her eyes.

“But I think it was Hermione who said it was true, only during the full moon he leaves and comes back when the phase ends, and don’t you remember the boggart assignment we had? Lupin’s Boggart was the full moon” she said still in a whisper

Your eyes widen in surprise, it suddenly all made sense now, your mouth parted slightly as if you wanted to say something but nothing came out. Your friend heartily laughed at your reaction. “All rumors (y/n), perhaps things just line up too well but that doesn’t mean it’s true, so don’t dwell on it” she said smiling. You give her a nod, still what she said stuck with you for the rest of the study session. “A werewolf.? There’s no way..”You whisper to her as we begin to pack up to leave the library, “Yeah I don’t believe it either, who would let a werewolf teach at a school?” She scoffs. Your mind lingers on her words

The two of you walk back to your respective dorms, exchanging goodnights and such. Before sleeping, your last thoughts were indeed the possibilities of Lupin’s condition. You toss and turn, all you wanted was the truth, not some rumor by your peers. You hated when your professor left for days, you hated when Snape taught instead of him; everyone did. You missed how kind and helpful he was to you. You just wanted him to not leave you anymore.

The weeks pass quickly as your time was spent studying and testing, a very stressful week for professors and students alike. This time of the year always was the most difficult, but nevertheless you were glad to have Professor Lupin back. The rumors of the “werewolf” professor died down throughout the weeks.

The last exam of the month for your Dark Arts class was to write an essay about curses,jinxes, and spells of such. Quite an easy exam to everyone but you. Unfortunately after studying for every other class, you ended up neglecting your studies for this class, perhaps you were too distracted by his return? You were clueless about what the essay was asking for, for almost the entirety of the class you rested your head on your arm.

Professor Lupin looked around the classroom at all the students hunched over their exams, frantically writing their essays as the time was almost up. He walked around with a pleasant grin on his face, stopping where so often to have a look at a random students' work. He eventually made his way to your desk, looking over your essay with a thoughtful yet concerned look. You quickly caught on that he was right in front of you, looking at your nearly empty essay.

“Having trouble with the exam, are we?” He said we a smile

You jolt up , you feel your face turning red in embarrassment as all the eyes in the room turned to face you. You truly wanted to just die at the moment , not only embarrassing yourself in front of your classmates but to Lupin too. You nod, struggling to meet his gaze, “it’s just a little difficult sir” you mutter nervously wanting everyone’s eyes to mind their own business.

Professor Lupin's eyes softened slightly, the look on his face being one with sympathy and understanding. He leaned over your desk and spoke softly, trying to ease your embarrassment.

“There's no need to be embarrassed. We’ve all been there at some point. Have you not been studying?” He said his face still soft.

You shook your head.

At this point the entire class was looking at you and the professor, you look around to see their faces some filled with amusement, some with second hand embarrassment.

“You still have time, (y/n) try to get as much as you can done alright?” He said smiling as he continued to walk around to observe others.

“Merlin, that was so embarrassing..” you thought to yourself, your face was still hot and red. You managed to get a few more lines down, still no where near even half the page, you frantically tried to get a few more in before you heard the call for dismissal.

You let out a sigh knowing that whatever you wrote wasn’t even worth turning in. Your eyes looked around the classroom to find your friend who just gave you a smile of sympathy.

You were now the last one in the classroom, you begin to walk your way to Lupin’s desk to hand in your poorly written exam. You place it on his desk looking down at the floor to avoid any further embarrassment if that was even possible.

Professor Lupin looked a bit surprised after reading your paper, he called your name out before you left the class

“Wait, y/n before you go you said you didn’t study for this correct?” You turned around seeing his folded arms and a look of gentle concern.

You nod, wishing you could just run out the classroom but you respected Lupin too much to do that. You couldn’t help but notice he looked a little tired today as well, not wanting to make whatever was going on in his life harder you decided to address anything he needed to say.

“I see. That can certainly explain why you're having trouble with the essay.”

He leaned against his desk and looked down at you, with gentle and kind eyes.

“May I ask why you haven't been studying?”

“I’m sorry sir, I’ve just been busy with other classes, I’m really sorry I didn’t think I would fail the exam; will I still pas-“

Lupin smiles at you and holds up his hand, as if to stop your ramblings. His voice was sincere.

“It's quite alright. Don't worry. You won't fail the exam. It's evident that you've had a lot on your plate.” There’s a moment of brief silence until he spoke again.

“Tell you what (y/n), after you have dinner in the great hall come by my office and I’ll help you finish your exam.” He said giving you a tired but kind smile

You let out a big sigh of relief, “thank you so much sir!” you said with a big grin, even though your response may have been a normal one, your heart was nearly leaping out your chest at his kind gesture. You feel your face slightly flush once again, you make your way out of door as you hear him telling you to take care. You look back over your shoulder and smile.

Dinner comes and you find your friend in the great hall, telling her about what Lupin told you. She gave you a slight look of concern, “as long as you’re safe (y/n)” she said with a small frown. You reassured her and sat down for dinner, the fact you would had to see Lupin after made you excited yet nervous.

Later, that evening, after dinner, you find yourself wandering through the quiet halls to Professor Lupin's office. Feeling nervous because you would be the only one there your walking was a bit sluggish. The dim light from the torches cast shadows along the walls.

You reached his office, a seeing his closed door with a light shining from under the door. You knock lightly on the door and hear a warm and gentle voice call from within.

“Come in (y/n)“

You open the door and enter Professor Lupin’s office. It’s a cozy room filled with many papers, folders, and small trinkets here and there. You instantly felt safe and comfortable in there.

You look up to see Lupin is sitting behind his desk, a warm smile on his face. He gestures toward the chair in front of his desk, inviting you to take a seat.

“So, tell me (y/n) you said you've been busy with other classes, yes?” He said as he placed the incomplete exam in front of you.

You nod and take out your quill to write, he gives me a soft look and nods as well.

“Go ahead, If you have any questions or need help on anything, I’ll be here” he said smiling. You feel your face flush up a little bit again, you loved the way Lupin handled things, always made you feel safer. Remus smiles warmly, his eyes filled with a note of kindness and understanding. He watches as you bring out your quill and get ready to write. You wrote and wrote diligently, asking him question as needed, but yet your focus wasn’t entirely on the essay.

You look up and glance at Lupin every so often to see him grading papers, there was a certain charm seeing the way his brow furrowed trying to understand a student’s handwriting, or even the way cracked his knuckles after grading a set of papers, still he had the tired look on his face which slightly concerned you. You decide to take a small break,leaning back a bit on your chair you break the silence.

“You look tired professor is everything okay?” You asked with a look of concern.

he looked up from his papers at the sound of your voice. He smiled gently and nodded, but you could clearly see the obvious tiredness in his eyes.

“Ah, it’s nothing to worry about my dear. Just some late nights grading papers and preparing lesson plans.” He chuckled lightly, trying to play it off as nothing. But still the exhaustion was evident on his face.

You feel your heart skip a beat at the nickname, you nod and smile at him. He looks back down at his papers and rubs his forehead and shuts his eyes. “There’s no way THIS man is a werewolf..” you thought to yourself

“I suppose I have been a bit busy lately. But it’s all part of the job.” You see his glances back at you, your face returning to that concerned look. He gives you a reassuring smile, still trying to play off the tiredness he feels. You let out a soft sigh and a slight pout, “I care about you sir” you mutter quietly

For a moment, he is taken aback by your words. There’s a look of surprise in his weary eyes at your words. He looks at you, his expression softening. He pauses before replying, his voice a gentle whisper.

“You care about me? Why?”

“You’re my favorite teacher sir” you say letting out a small laugh along with a smile. “You’re a lot nicer than the rest, I doubt any other teacher would’ve let me finish an exam, shows that you care a lot.” You add on as you pick up your quill and continue to write.

You steal a glance at him and see his face soften at your words, a warm smile spreading. There’s a hint of surprise, but more noticeably, there’s a look of gratitude and happiness.

“Am I really your favorite teacher (y/n)?”

His voice was soft and gentle, you could even say there was a bit of vulnerability.

You look up from your paper and nod at him, giving him a sweet and reassuring smile.

“I always try my best to care for my students and their well-being.”

“I know sir, and thank you for being the way you are” you said kindly, finishing up my exam.

“You’re welcome, (y/n). It’s my pleasure. His smile widens at your words.

He reaches across the desk and takes the exam from you, glancing over it briefly with a kind expression. Then, he smiles once more and looks up at you.

“You did really well on this. I don’t see why you were so worried.”

You let out a shy laugh and thank him for it, you begin to pack up to leave his office, seeing that the time was already quite late. He watched as you packed your bag, a soft smile on his face.

You pick up your bag and begin to head for the office door.

“You’re a good student (y/n)” you heard him call out.

“Thank you sir, I really do try” you said turning back to face him then

He pauses for a moment, seeming to gather his thoughts.

“know that you can come to me anytime you need help or advice, (y/n). I know life as a student can be hard, with studies and classes. If you ever feel overwhelmed or need a friend, don’t hesitate to knock on my door.” his expression warm and sincere.

Your heart nearly rips out your chest at his reassurance, you subconsciously let out a big grin at him, Lupin sees the look on your face and lets out a small laugh. The tiredness on his face is briefly replaced with one of affection.

“Haven’t seen that smile in a while (y/n), you must be really happy yes?” He said in almost a playful teasing way crossing his arms.

Your eyes light up as you nod shyly, beginning to feel a mix of emotions in your stomach, something else mixed with way you cared about him, you just couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

You thank Lupin before wishing him a goodnight, leaving his office for the night as your exam was finished with his help. You sweetly smile after closing his door remembering how much he helped and reassured you tonight. For a few minutes you stood there to ponder. You can’t help but feel a hint of affection next to your admiration in your heart for him.

As you began to return to your dorm,making many steps away from the door, the thought occurred to you;

You didn’t write your name on the paper.

Panic set in immediately, knowing your paper would be impossible to find without a name, without a second thought you run back to his office door.

You stopped in tracks mere inches away from the door, you hear something beyond the door, beyond Lupins door. Faint and muffled, but unmistakable. It sounded like grunts and low, pained gasps. Something didn’t feel right, your heart began to pound a bit faster as you strain to hear more. Your ear pressed up against the door, your stomach dropped when you heard what sounded like a scream. “What the hell?” You thought to yourself, your mind raced back and forth whether or not to open the door, the only person in there being Lupin and god forbid something happen to him.

The noise stopped for a moment, but the silence that followed was somehow more scary. You could still hear ragged breaths coming from inside, but this time they were deeper, sharper, as if whatever was in there was panting hard. The silence only made you more anxious, and the thought of something happening to Professor Lupin horrified you. Going by the sounds inside the office, you realize going in there could risk your life but it didn’t matter, you just HAD to see what was going on, if Lupin was safe.

You decided to open the door

With a nervous turn of the door you open it.

You stood frozen at the door, shocked at the sight before you. Professor Lupin, your kind and gentle teacher looked like he was in serious distress, with his opined expression and his pale face. His eyes were still closed tightly, and it was clear he was hurting badly. The silent room seemed deafening as you watched him try to catch his breath, his hand tightening on the desk. The sight of him in such a state filled you with a mix of concern, worry and fear. As you stared at Lupin, you noticed something else. It was subtle, but there was a strange transformation happening to him. His face was beginning to contort, his features shifting as if he were about to transform.

You stood there, frozen in place as Professor Lupin began to transform into a Dog-like being right in front of your eyes. Your mind immediately referred back to the werewolf rumor, you stand shocked as you realize it was true. Your professor Lupin was indeed a werewolf.

Professor! You cried out with a shaky voice

He clenched his teeth struggling to look at you, trying to fight the transformation but failing. He looked up at you, the pain and anguish obvious in his eyes.

“ (y/n)… You need to get away… run, now…” His voice was miserable, a mix of begging and warning. He tried to push the words out, his voice cracking as the transformation took over more and more.

“No I can’t!” You screamed, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Getting away would mean leaving him to suffer all alone and your heart couldn’t bear it.

Lupin’s face tenses at your words and your desperate tone. He can clearly see the tears in your eyes and the determination on your face.

“(y/n), please… you need to go. It’s not safe for you to be here, it-“ his voice is cut off as a strangled sound of pain escapes his lips. It looked like he was fighting a losing battle, at this point he was nearly finished with the transformation

“Sir where is your Wolfsbane potion?” You cry out knowing from books and potions class that it’ll ease his suffering

His body continues to shake, he points weakly to a small cabinet on the side of his office, his voice weak and shaking from the transformation. You spend no time rushing to the directed cabinet , your heart beating hard as you retrieved the potion. He looks up at you desperately as you approach, seeing the small vial of liquid in your hand.

“Professor please!” You beg as you try to get him to stay still for just a second so you can give it to him. After what feels like forever the vial is empty. You sit and huff at the panic inducing moment ending, sweat beads at your forehead as you still try to process the entire situation. Lupin, upon taking the potion was lying on the floor as a werewolf also breathing heavily. As the potion takes effect, Lupin’s breathing starts to slow and calm. A small sigh of relief leaves your lips as the signs of pain diminish.

You look down at him, seeing his werewolf state, his eyes, now yellow like the moon, open and look up at you, the pain replaced by a hint of shame and embarrassment. He begins to trudge away from you in an attempt to spare him from judgement. Even in this state, there were hints of your professor within this werewolf.

“No professor.. you don’t have to be afraid.” You call out softly to him.

The werewolf stops in its tracks with its ears perking slightly looking at you with sad eyes. In front of you all you saw was your professor looking vulnerable and scared. You could tell he was afraid of being judged in that state. You reach your hand out to the canine. He stares at you and hesitated to come any closer, obvious that he wasn’t sure what to do, he wanted to run away from it all, he never wanted to be seen this way especially by you.

Lupin truly did care for you more than most of his students. He acknowledged your determination and kindness for even things you didn’t understand. He admired your patience from afar as he was afraid of your potential reaction. He was afraid of being judged by everyone , but he was especially afraid if it came from someone he truly cared about or loved.

You lock eyes with Lupin and gave him a soft smile, “it’s okay professor, I’m not scared of you.” The werewolf approached you slowly, rubbing its nose against your hand curiously. He lets out a soft, guttural sound, almost a whine. He keeps his nose pressed against your hand seeking comfort and understanding from you. He leans into our touch slightly. The werewolf has a surprised and relieved look on his face. He’s shocked at the fact that you’re not scared or repulsed. After all the hate werewolves receive from the people. He’s not used to someone accepting him in this form. You gesture him to come closer near your lap. He hesitates for a moment, as if he’s not sure if it’s okay. His glowing eyes shoot back and forth looking nervous. You let out a small laugh and nod at him. Eventually he slowly but cautiously approaches you and crawls closer to your lap. His body was tense so he keeps his gaze on you. You pull him closer, his head now resting on your lap. His body is still tense, but there’s a bit of relief you could sense from him. You begin to softly pet the fur in between his ears to comfort him. The werewolf let’s out a soft, contented whine at the pets. His body relaxes at your touch,as he leans into your hand. His yellow eyes close partially, almost like he’s enjoying the feeling.

“You’re okay professor, I’m here for you, I really hope you can understand me” you coo

He turns his head slightly,seeming less guarded now, more accepting of your presence and affection. You feel his body relax further as you continue to pet his ears.

“You’re quite cute like this professor” you hum and tease playfully at him.

The werewolf’s ears perk up at your words, letting out a huff, you see his yellow narrowing slightly in a hint of a glare. It’s almost as if it’s a way of protesting being called "cute". But there’s also a hint of a playfulness in his eyes. He leans into your hand again.

A weary look on your face appears as you think about the fact this isn’t the first time Lupin went through this alone. You think about how lonely these nights are for him, and how he isolates himself because of his condition as he knows the public won’t ever accept him.

“I hope you know I see you any differently professor, I know times like this are hard and especially lonely, but I don’t think you’re a monster sir, you’re still my professor deep down and I can see that..” you mutter softly with your eyes closed

You hear what sounds almost like a huff of acknowledgment, as if he understands what you mean. You look down at him, he doesn't say anything of course, but there's a hint of gratitude on his wolf face. As of he's silently thanking you for your acceptance. He doesn't move away or try to evade your touch anymore. Instead, he leans into your hand again, as if seeking more comfort. You look down at him and see what looks to be perhaps a small teardrop under one of his eyes.

You press a soft kiss on his head, wanting to reassure him further, making sure he knows he’s safe with you. The werewolf freezes up. He admit seems a bit flustered by the your action. His ears perk up, and his yellow eyes widen slightly as he looks up at you. You let out a small laugh at his reaction and give him another one; this time on his nose. The werewolf gives a low whine of approval, you hold him close and let out a small sigh.

“I’ll be here with you during every full moon, so you don’t have to go through this alone anymore.” You mutter quietly.

He lets out a soft huff in response to your words. He looks up at you with a titled head, and there’s a hint of gratitude. As if It’s he can hardly believe what you’re saying, nevertheless you notice his body relaxing, relieved by the idea that he won’t have to go through these nights alone anymore. He leans closer to you, his head nuzzling your lap.

You softly smile at him, tired from tonight’s events you feel yourself growing tired as you continue to pet Lupin.

“We should get some sleep “ you say rubbing your eyes, “I’ll stay here with you sir” you mutter. You feel his eyes processing the emotions on your face as you speak. He notices the tiredness in your expression, and there’s a hint of concern in his eyes. He seems to understand that you’re exhausted from the night’s events and the strain of the situation. You can’t help but laugh seeing how alike Werewolf Lupin and Professor Lupin are. He lets out a soft grumble of satisfaction knowing you’ll stay there with him.

Both of your eyes close, the office is silent with the only noises being the occasional crackle of the fireplace. You continue to pet Lupin comforting him, as your bodies both relax further into a well deserved slumber. The warmth of Lupin and the fireplace, makes your heart feel even more tender for him. The affection you had for him further growing.

You’re first to wake, looking down you see Lupin sleeping on your lap peacefully back to his human self, his clothes still slightly torn and dirtied from last night’s transformation, nevertheless you still silently admire him, you let out a small sigh of contentment as you feel yourself drift back to sleep with him.

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I saw your Eldritch König fic and it was soso good! Literally made my monsterfucker phase come backಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Btw could i request for something similar to that? Like Ghost x male reader but male reader is a werewolf? So like reader and Ghost are already together and Ghost knows reader is a werewolf, and maybe reader went in heat and Ghost is just coming back after a mission and when he came back he saw his partner in bed humping pillow and you put anything that happens next (i kinda prefer reader being bottom if you dont mind!^^) can you maybe add some breeding ment and belly bulge cus i like some good all size kink(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Thats all bye!!<33 (if this seems to much or you dont like it feel free to delete this!)

Didn't put any belly bulging, but there is a line about Ghost breeding the reader. There's also mention of self lubrication, so warning about that.

“Please stop looking at me like that.”

It was an awkward conversation when you first joined the force and they looked over your medical history. Well, Price had made it awkward. To you, it was simply your biology. 

Like the day you had that conversation, Price stood there red-faced. He still avoided your eye like that day when he spoke, “I’m just worried about you,” he said from where he sat on the corner of your bed. 

It made you itch in a way you usually did not react. An indicator that lets you know your heat will start soon. “How many times have I told you-”

“You’ll be fine. I know,” He held up his hands in surrender. “It’s my job to worry,” he finishes quietly. 

Your expression softens and you walk over to where he is and sit down beside him, “thank you for your concern, captain,” you let out a soft chuckle, “but this is not my first heat.”

Price looks over to you, a soft smile on his face, “I know,” he answers. 

You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze, trying to offer him a bit of comfort before what you’re about to say. “You should leave,” you take your hand away and it falls to your lap. 

The words make his face go a shade darker. He leaves quickly and locks the door when he’s on the other side. There were only a few doors on base that were able to be locked, this room being one of the few. It also had an attached bathroom, one that you went in when Price was gone. 

It probably wasn’t smart to take a hot shower with how your body temperature was about to rise due to the heat, but you knew it would make you feel better. Your body had already begun to ache and the hot water soothed your pain. 

You barely managed to towel off, and the clothes you pulled on soaked whatever moisture you had missed. Your body felt hot and heavy as you went through your routine of getting ready for bed, and by the time you left the steamy bathroom, the few steps from the light switch of the bedroom and then to your bed felt like a mile. 

You fell into a deep sleep once you were under your covers. 

When you woke up, you didn’t know how much time had passed, but you knew that your heat was here. 

Still alone, all you could do to get yourself some relief was to roll over onto your stomach. Your cock was already hard when you rolled your hips down into the bed, its friction being enough to pull a whimper from your throat. 

When you raised your hips back up, you could feel that there was a wet spot already in the front of the shorts you pulled on in the bathroom. Knowing that, you knew that your hole must be wet. 

Where was Ghost?

Your body made it easy for him. All he needed to do was unlock the door, pull your covers and pants away, and slide right inside. You wanted to reach back and drag your fingers along your hole, maybe press a few inside, but your limbs felt like they were stuck to the bed. 

Luckily, it only took a few thrusts of your hips into the bed for you to come. You felt exhaustion creep back in as you came down, and in a matter of a few short minutes, you were back asleep. 

Your body still felt heavy when you awoke the second time, but this time it was because of an added weight on top of you. You tried to struggle, but it was to no avail. 

Ghost hushed you softly before throwing your covers off, “I know what you need,” he whispered into your ear. You aided him in his task to pull your clothes off, raising your hips when needed. Your shirt posed a minor struggle, and you were surprised the man didn’t use one of his knives to cut it off. 

Ghost was back after a few seconds. You didn’t look to see what he was doing, but from the sound of it, he had pulled his clothes off and thrown them where yours were. 

You felt the bed dip and then two of his fingers were at your hole. Ghost’s fingers rubbed along the crack of your ass, gathering the slick that was already there. 

“I don’t need-” you tried to protest, but the other man cut you off. 

“You do now hush,” he responded back, leaving no room for argument. 

You still did, but you grumbled the words into your pillow so he wouldn’t hear. Your mind felt foggy, like you weren’t in control of your words. Your ears caught something along the lines of your mouth saying “you’re not that big.”

He definitely was. Ghost’s thick fingers were the perfect tool to prepare you for what was to come. They made quick work of pressing inside. He pushed them in, down to the final knuckle before angling them into your prostate. 

You didn’t know how many times they brushed against the bundle of nerves, but it was beginning to feel cruel when you felt a wave of heat rush over your body.

“Simon,” you hissed out, “now,” you said angrily. 

“Brat,” Simon said affectionately and placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck. When he pulled his fingers free, they were quickly replaced by the thick head of his cock. 

You let out a breathy moan as you felt your body let out a gush of slick, wetting the head of Simon’s cock as it trickled down your hole. 

Simon pressed inside slowly, chasing after the slick that was leaking out from your hole. It wasn’t as if you had claimed Simon or anything, but you always noticed how your body accommodated him. This wasn’t the first heat you had spent together, as shown by the key that was dangling from his neck onto the skin of your back. 

You just trusted Simon and he trusted you. Heat or no heat, it also helped that he was a good lay. 

You raised your hips up, meeting Simon’s to get his cock inside you faster. Once he bottomed out, your hips soon came back into contact with the bed as he rested all of his weight on top of yours. 

Normally, having him smother you would make you protest, but now, it only pulled an orgasm from you. You were vulnerable during your heat, so having his weight be in and on top of you, brought you an immense level of comfort and pleasure. 

“Fuck, did you just?” Simon groaned into your ear. 

“Fucking move Simon,” you bit out, as waves of pleasure washed over you. 

It didn’t really make much sense how once he began moving and his cock pulled yet another orgasm out of you in a few thrusts, a sudden burst of energy shot through you. 

You pulled your head up from the pillow, “off. Get off me,” you squirmed under his heavy weight, trying to buck him off. 

“You just told me to-” Ghost pulled his cock from your hole, and once he was out, you flipped over onto your back so you could roll him over. “This what you wanted?” He asked, his hands settling onto your hips, “you could’ve just told me,” he said, a smirk on his face. 

With one hand, you balanced yourself on his chest. Your other hand wrapped around his throat. The clench of your hole was tighter that your fingers around his throat as you sank down onto Simon’s cock. 

“You’re mine,” you said as you bounced up and down on his cock. You watched in satisfaction as he threw his head back into the pillow you were just on. You could feel the bob of his adam’s apple under your fingers as he swallowed. 

“Say it,” you commanded. You paused in your movement, clenching tightly around his cock. You moved your hand from his neck down to where your other one rested on his chest. You tweaked his right nipple in your fingers, twisting until it hardened into a dark nub. 

You left the other alone, instead, you placed one hand on his heart and moved your other hand down until it was wrapped around your cock. “I’m not going to move until you say it,” you said to Simon, stroking your cock slowly. 

“I’m yours,” Simon moaned out. 

Satisfied, you felt a slow smile stretch out your lips. “I’ll claim you when we’re home,” you said in a low voice. You took your hand from your cock and placed it back on his throat, tracing along the sweaty skin where you would place your claiming bite. 

Simon brought himself up until your chests were pressed together. When he swooped down to press his lips to yours, you realized that this was your first kiss of the night. You responded back eagerly. 

“I’ll breed you full when we’re home,” Simon whispered. He placed one hand on your stomach, spreading his fingers out so he could span the length of your belly. 

You let out a breathy laugh, “sounds like we’ll be busy,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. 

Simon nipped at your bottom lip before pulling away, “let’s just worry about right now,” he said. When his words were out, he started up a brutal rhythm. He thrust up into your body, his cock nailing your prostate. 

You panted into each other’s mouths, letting out occasionally grunts and moans. You clawed your nails down his back as his cock went in and out and in and out. You could feel warmth burn through your body as you chased after yet another orgasm. 

When it hit, your head fell back with a loud moan. Simon followed soon after, fucking up into your wet hole one last time before coming deep inside you. 

Simon fell back onto the bed and you followed him down, laying your sweaty body on top of his sweaty chest. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “is it all done?” He asked. 

“For tonight at least,” you responded tiredly. You could feel him press another kiss to your skin before you could feel his smile pressing into your skin, “stop smiling,” you snapped. 

Simon didn’t respond, only moved one of his hands that wasn’t running up and down your back to your ass to squeeze at one of the globes.

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SKZ Pack: Cast and Roles

Name: Christopher Chahn Bang Role: Pack Alpha of Straykids Pack nicknames: Chris, Alpha, Chan, Channie, Hyung, Baby Description: Chris is the pack alpha of the Straykids pack who resides in Wolfgang territory that borders Moonwood Mill. Chris is a headstrong determined leader that has built up a reputation for being one of the most dangerous werewolf packs across the universe. His pack are known for their obscure werewolf traditionalist beliefs, especially when it comes to their views on omegas. Overall he is a high-ranked Alpha and no one dares to challenge him.

Name: Minho Lee Role: First Beta, Pack Chef Pack nicknames: Min, Minho, Asshole, Beta, Devil, Alpha, Jagi Description: Minho is a hard werewolf to read. He lacks a lot of trust, which fuels his anger and hatred towards new people. Minho doesn't care about people easily and can come across as incredibly evasive and sometimes blunt. Some of the pack believe it is due to his alpha/beta complex. Overall when it comes down to it he is the one everyone trusts to handle or deal with things, because deep down he has your back.

Name: Changbin SEO Role: Beta, Pack Defense Pack Nicknames: Changbin, Bin, Binnie, SEO CHANGBIN, Description: Changbin is the pack defence leader known for his agile fighting skills. He's light and quick on his feet making it easy for him to close in on a target. Other than his fighting skills he is incredibly big-hearted and loves to comfort his pack mates. Overall he is a gentle giant.

Name: Hyunjin Hwang Role: Second Alpha, Pack torturer and interrogator Pack nicknames: Hyunjin, Angel, Devil, My Alpha, Jinnie Description: Hyunjin is another challenging pack member with a dark past. He is the most closed off but all round the most respective pack mate. He is rather calculating and loves to intimidate but may change when you get to know him. Overall, he is the most misunderstood werewolf. He is so morally grey.

Name: Jisung Han Role: Beta, pack defence and hunter Pack nicknames: Jisung, Beta, Jisungie, Baby, Description: Jisung is the most carefree werewolf who loves to live in the outdoors when he is not with his pack members. He is a sleep in the woods kind of guy. Jisung spends most of his nights hunting for raw meat to give to Minho. Overall he is incredibly laid back until put under pressure.

Name: Felix Lee Role: Beta, Pack medic Pack nicknames: Felix, beta, Lixie, baby, Angel Description: Felix is the purest werewolf in the pack and is often the most naïve out of the other werewolves. He wears his heart on his sleeve and often submits to people when he shouldn't. He does have omega tendencies which can affect the other members. Overall he is a loving man who needs someone to put him on the right path.

Name: Seungmin Kim Role: Beta, Pack torturer and interrogator Pack nicknames: Seungmin, Minnie, Little Shit, Angry Puppy, Jagi Description: Seungmin is the last beta to join Straykids. He often appears quiet and aloof but is actually calculating your moves. He can be incredibly lazy but acts when he needs to. Overall he can be incredibly caring and does put others before him.

Name: Jeongin Yang Role: Alpha, pack hunter Pack nicknames: Jeongin, innie, baby, little alpha, alpha Description: Jeongin is the last alpha and the youngest. He is still rather new to the werewolf world and has only recently phased so he does find things a struggle for him. Once he gets used to his role he can become quite protective and defensive of his pack. Overall he is the most alert werewolf and can think quite quickly.

Name: Y/N L/N Role: Omega, Pack Mate Pack nicknames: Y/N, baby, angel, puppy, little omega, omega, kitten, princess, babe, little wolf, little minx... Description: Y/N is a very nervous werewolf who has been succumbed to mistreatment of wolves. She doesn't trust easily and has a dark past. She can be often defiant and a little bit obnoxious but has an incredibly big heart. Overall she is the best omega.

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request: can I request an imagine with paul? perhaps he gets mad over something and is about to phase, but his imprint calms him down in time? ty :)

warnings: nothing really, some smutty-ish themes towards the end

word count: 2.0 k

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you and paul had been dating for almost 4 years now, before he shifted you had some sort of friends-with-benefits thing going on that quickly turned into a relationship when he imprinted on you. you were accustomed to his short temper at this point. he rarely got angry with you and when he did, it was only because you had put yourself in some kind of danger. other people though, he got angry with quicker than the average person. 

you were out at a house party in forks with paul and some friends of yours, it was meant to be a small get-together but had morphed into a full-on house party by the time you and your friends had gotten there. you were wearing a pair of jean shorts and a black bodysuit that hugged your body in all the right ways. paul nearly had a heart attack when he caught you leaving but knew better than to try and tell you what to do so he had just huffed and helped you into the car.

you could hear the music blasting from inside the house as you stepped in, paul’s hand resting on your lower back protectively. he quickly slid his hands to rest on either side of your hips, guiding you into the kitchen with the rest of your friends. 

one of your friends, cassie, had handed you a drink and you smiled, gladly taking it from her. paul politely declined the drink cassie was handing him, letting her know that he was driving you home tonight and couldn’t drink. one of the many perks of having a werewolf boyfriend meant you always had a DD because of his inability to get drunk due to his abnormally high body temperature. 

paul sat down on one of the barstools, pulling you to sit on his lap while he talked with one of your old friends from high school. you hummed, leaning into his chest as you sipped at the drink. the vodka mostly masked by the pineapple juice cassie had put in it. 

“y/n,” cassie called softly, getting your attention, “can you come to the bathroom with me? i feel like i’m gonna explode.” she laughed and you nodded, looking up to paul who nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple before releasing his grip around your waist so you could get up. 

cassie took your hand, pulling you through the crowd of people to the bathroom. you both let out laughs when you finally reached the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind yourselves so cassie could pee in peace. 

“why aren’t any of the other boys with you guys tonight?” cassie asked as she sat down on the toilet, referencing the other boys in the pack who she’d met on a few different occasions.

you smiled, “i think they just had work or something. i don’t really know.” you explained, not sure how to explain the concept of patrol to her without blowing paul’s secret. 

“you’ve seriously gotta get paul to set me up with embry. i can’t stop thinking about that guy!” she exclaimed dramatically, both of you laughing at her confession. 

you rolled your eyes, “i’ll try, that guy is hard to get out. he’s an introvert cassie - not like you.” you laughed again, leaning off the sink as cassie got up to wash her hands. you could faintly make out the sound of yelling outside the door but decided to ignore it, chalking it up to some dumb drunk guys getting into a fight. 

she giggled, “i think i could bring it out of him. he’s definitely got a wild side.” she explained as she washed her hands. the yelling started to grow louder which caught both of your attention, “oh my god is that paul and tim?” cassie asked incredulously, pulling back the short curtains on the bathroom window to look out only to see paul screaming at your ex, tim.

before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you had the window open and were throwing yourself out it, screaming paul’s name. you hit the ground pretty hard, the adrenaline taking away any of the pain you otherwise would’ve felt as you sprinted over to your boyfriend and ex. 

“paul!” you yelled again as you got closer, quickly getting to him and getting in front of him so you were in between him and your ex.

paul ignored you, stepping around you as he continued to yell at your ex, “say it again.” he growled, towering over tim as he got up in his face.

tim smirked, looking up at paul, “i said,” he started, laughing a bit to himself before continuing, “y/n liked it better when i was fucking her.” 

before you could react, paul had both his hands against his chest, shoving him so hard he went flying back, hitting the ground and landing with a loud groan. before he could go over and do more damage, you got back in front of him, pressing your hands to his ribs as you felt him shaking under your touch, “paul look at me,” you pleaded, knowing if you didn’t get him calmed down soon he’d be phasing in front of half of forks. 

he ignored you, moving to step around you but you stopped him, cupping his face with your hands and pulling him down to look at you, “paul stop.” you whimpered, eyes filling with tears as you tried to figure out how to navigate the situation without help from anyone else who knew paul’s secret.

your whimper caught his attention and he seemed to snap out of it, looking down at you and scanning your face for any signs of injury, “i can’t help you if you shift right now.” you whispered, frowning more when you felt the wet tears begin falling down your cheeks, “please.” you pleaded, bottom lip quivering as you prayed he’d calm himself down quickly.

he let out an exhale, shoulders slumping as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly as he took some deep breaths. within a few moments, the shaking subsided and paul pressed his lips to the crown of your head, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ against your hair.

you nodded, taking a deep breath yourself and looking up at him as he loosened his grip on your hips, “can you go get the keys? i wanna go home.” you whispered, paul’s thumbs brushing the stray tears off your cheeks as he nodded, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead before releasing you and heading back into the house to grab the keys.

lucky for you, he had managed to not draw too big of a crowd and the only people outside were cassie, your ex, you, and a few other people who had come out to make sure you were okay. no one was a big fan of your ex so you were relieved to see no one was concerned about him as he got up from the ground with  a loud groan.

you looked over at him, shaking your head slowly as he smiled again, stepping closer to you but cassie stepped in, placing her arm in front of you protectively, “you know,” tim started, brushing his hands off on his jeans, “i think i was right. you did like it better when i was fucking you.” 

you weren’t one for a short temper but you saw red and before you could think about a response you found yourself yelling, “shut the fuck up tim! for fuck’s sake do you ever shut your mouth?” your fist colliding with his face before you had even processed what you were doing. paul’s familiar hands came around your hips, quickly grabbing you and turning you so he could throw you over his shoulder as you continued to yell insults at your ex.

cassie also was yelling a slew of insults at him, following you and paul back to paul’s car. once tim was out of sight, you let out an exhale you didn’t know you’d been holding in, allowing paul to carry you back to the car. 

“good for you, finally putting that fucker in his place!” cassie cheered once you reached the car, both you and paul letting out shaky laughs as paul let you down and put you in the back seat with cassie. 

you took another deep breath before everything washed over you, “i can’t believe i punched him.” you laughed, looking over at cassie who was grinning.

“finally! everyone was rooting for you too! that guys sucks!” she exclaimed, both of you laughing again as paul drove you back to his apartment. 

“and the way you jumped out that window too! you jumped down at least 10 feet! i have no idea how you didn’t break anything doing that! you’re like supernatural or something!” she continued on, and you caught paul looking at you through the rearview mirror, both of you letting out knowing laughs. 

paul pulled into the parking lot, putting the car in park before turning to look at you both, “i think embry is over, cassie i don’t know if you mind.” paul started, cassie quickly cutting him off with a loud squeal as she jumped out of the car and ran into the apartment complex. 

you rolled your eyes, looking over at paul for a moment, both of you trying to figure out what to say to eachother. finding nothing, you unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed into the driver’s seat so you could sit on paul’s lap.

he sighed softly, pulling you into his chest and holding you there while he took a deep breath, “i’m sorry,” he murmured again, “i don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there-” paul started and you shook your head, shushing him as you looked up at him.

“we both lost it.” you murmured, cupping his face with your hand and sighing, “what did he say to you?” you asked softly, “aside from the fact that i apparently like being fucked by him more than you.” you added, exhaling a soft laugh.

paul shook his head, “i don’t really remember if i’m being honest with you.” he sighed, reaching up to reciprocate your touch and cupped your jaw with his hand, running his thumb along your lower lip as the two of you processed how horribly that night out just went.

you couldn’t think of anything else to say so you tugged him forward, pressing your lips to his for a soft kiss. paul quickly wove his fingers through your hair, tightening them as he pulled his lips away from yours and gently peppered your neck with kisses, only stopping when he reached your collarbone and began sucking at the soft spot there, eliciting a low whine from you as you closed your eyes and relaxed into his lap. 

“paul-” you whimpered, gasping when you heard a knock on the window, eyes flying open only to see embry and cassie standing outside the car, both laughing. 

both you and paul groaned, paul pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning the car off and opening the passenger door, helping you out before stepping out himself. 

“so i hear you finally punched your ex?” embry mused, cassie standing next to him beaming. you rolled your eyes, paul’s hands sliding around your waist as he rested his chin on your head,

“she finally did.” paul reiterated, all of you laughing at how dumb the whole situation was. 

“nice,” embry smiled, “so are we ordering pizza or what? i say we have our own party tonight instead.” he suggested and you glanced over at cassie who was nodding, grinning from ear to ear. 

you and her both giggled, “that sounds like a good idea to me.” you mused, paul humming in agreement as you all started to head back into the apartment. 

“i told you i could bring the beast out of him!” cassie whisper-yelled to you and you laughed softly, nodding. you could even faintly make out embry’s smile from ahead of you as you headed in. 

if anyone could make you feel better, it was her. and paul. and embry.