#oh no that wolf is going to gobble you up

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Love your wolf! ratio and fox! aventurine!! I'm kinda curious what will they do if they find out bunny! reader is in her heat?

omg anon!!!!! buckle up because you’ll be in for a ride 😵‍💫

they are NOT stopping! it’s you that is in heat but at the end of the day it’s like they’re the ones in heat instead. their sex drive is already high, so can you imagine when you come walking to them weakly, body heating up as you flop onto them, telling them you’re in heat????? you’re literally going to be gobbled up in mere seconds!

you tried to hide from them the first time you had heat (when you’re with them) because you were afraid + you know you can get really sensitive, so you’ve always just dealt with it by taking some medicine. but you did not bring any when you were with them, so you locked yourself in your room. and of course, them being predators, their senses are particularly strong, they knew you were in heat the moment it started, they were just playing nice! wanting to see if you would come to them on your own 😋 you did not in fact, ask for help, but instead chose to suffer in your own by humping the pillows in your room :(

this time though, this time it’s different, it’s so much more unbearable than your usual heat that nothing you did helped ease your pain. you desperately needed release, body trembling from your heat as you stumbled out of the room towards the living room where your boyfriends were! you collapse between the two as your hands pawed at them, eyes watery and cheeks burning, pathetic whimpers of their name rolling off your tongue, begging them to help you.

aventurine, being the tease that he is, kisses your jaw before mumbling into your ear, “please what, bunny? you gotta be specific with your requests or we can’t help you.” ugh such a meanie, he knows you can barely form coherent sentences and yet he’s still teasing you :(

dr ratio would chuckle when you jump in their arms when he plays with your floppy ears! he just loves touching them so much, especially knowing it gets your pussy even wetter, it’s like a horny switch specifically made for them!

i also think they’d go so much harder than they usually do, fucking you hours on end, pumping you full of their cum! how else are they going to make sure you’ll be bred by them? you’ll be leaking so much cum from your pussy and ass by the time they’re done with you <3 but that’s what you want, isn’t it? to be filled up deliciously like the little bunny in heat that you are 🥺ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

they’d use so many toys on you too!!!! vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, blind folds, etc., the best part is tying you up, bound and unmovable as they fuck you good! they’re head over heels for you, and you’re all theirs, making sure you’re fucked dumb is really the bare minimum!

“you can take it, baby. c’mon, relax that little pussy of yours or we won’t be able to give you what you want.” — fox! aventurine

“oh you sweet, sweet girl, taking us so well!” — fox! aventurine

“what? fucked dumb already? it’s only the second round.” — wolf! ratio

“don’t look at me with heart in your eyes, sweetheart. it only makes me want to fuck you harder.” — wolf! ratio

[writeforfandoms]

Howlin’ For You

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Wolf shifter!Soap gets himself lost on a run one night and runs into you. The problem? You think he's a dog and take him home to try and find his people. Naturally, Soap falls head over heels.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, shifter lore, world building, I just kinda throw y’all in the deep end, Price is pack dad. 

Word count: 8k

Alright. So maybe the nighttime run had been a bad idea. Maybe. And maybe Soap shouldn’t have shifted on his own. And maaaaaybe he should have paid more attention to where he was going. 

But he wasn’t lost! He’d never been lost in his life, and he wasn’t about to start now.

He just… had to find the right road back to base. That was all. 

He briefly debated shifting back, but he didn’t fancy having to explain why he was running around naked. Price would kill him for that. And then Ghost would probably kill him, too. 

So he huffed and continued trotting along. Fortunately the wound in his shoulder had healed enough not to bother him at this easy pace, though he was careful to monitor it. Despite what medical said, he didn’t like being benched for injuries.

Which was why he’d gone on a night run in the first place. Couldn’t sleep, pack was gone on a mission, it seemed like a good idea at the time. 

…Yeah this had definitely been a bad idea.

Soap huffed again, pausing to shake himself off. He’d slid down a hill earlier, which hadn’t hurt him, but it had half-covered him in mud. He did not approve. He would much rather be clean.

And he’d get to clean off just as soon as he got back to base. 

Lifting his nose, he sniffed around for any hint he could pick up. But there was nothing special here - hints of deer and rabbits, old car smell, and tiny whiffs of human. But not a particular human, not like he was close to infringing on anyone’s property. 

Which meant he was pretty well in the middle of nowhere.

Gaz was never going to let him live this down. 

His ears pricked and he turned his head as he heard a car coming down the road, slowly getting louder. He trotted a couple steps off to the side, just in case, and watched as the car rounded the bend, headlights even brighter in the relative dark to his eyes. The car slowed and the hazard lights turned on, flashing orange in the dark, even as the car slowed to a stop on the shoulder. 

The driver’s door opened and Soap tensed a little, watching carefully. But it was just a woman - she smelled good. Human, absolutely, but good. His nose twitched in interest. 

“Hey pup,” she greeted, getting out of her car and crouching down. “You okay over there? Where are your people?” 

Oh. She thought he was a dog. Well, he supposed she could be forgiven for that - it was dark, and he was muddy, and okay yeah he did kind of look like a dog. Gaz liked to tease him about it sometimes. 

“I’ve got some goodies here,” she continued, moving slowly, pulling a bag out of her car. The crinkle caused his ears to perk, and he sniffed hopefully. Smelled like jerky. Mmm. “You want some? C’mere, I’ve got plenty.” She tossed a piece about half-way across the road, and he trotted forward to gobble it up. 

Really, she was nowhere near a threat, even with him on four legs. He could get himself out of trouble easily enough. 

“Good pup,” she crooned, keeping her voice gentle. “You want more?” She held out a piece to him. 

Soap paused to consider this. On the one hand, free food. On the other, she was clearly trying to get him close enough to check for a collar, which she wouldn’t find. 

Well. If nothing else, she’d get him back to civilization, and from there he could figure out how to get back to base. He’d be fine.

So he stepped forward to take the jerky from her, making sure to be very gentle. He didn’t even flinch as her free hand checked for a collar. 

“Looks like you escaped from someone’s yard,” she mused softly, gaze sweeping over him. “Alright. Do you wanna come in the car? Go on a little car ride? I’ll give you more jerky.”

Soap just wagged his tail at her, waiting patiently as she opened the back door before he hopped in. At least she didn’t try to buckle him in, he hated that. She did give him another piece of jerky, as promised, before she slid back into the driver’s seat. 

This was going to be interesting. 

–

You couldn’t help glancing back at the dog in the backseat. Partially to make sure he was okay, partially because you were nervous, and partially because you were trying to figure out if you’d seen him before. He was a big dog, but very well behaved. Hopefully you’d be able to get the mud off of him to get a better look at him. 

The vet was undoubtedly closed by now, so you wouldn’t be able to get him checked for a microchip until morning. 

But you couldn’t regret bringing him home. You just didn’t have it in you to leave a dog on the side of the road, especially one so obviously a beloved pet. 

You parked in front of your tiny house, getting out and gathering up your things before letting the dog out. You had another piece of jerky in hand, hoping that would entice him to cooperate. 

“This way,” you murmured to the dog, watching him hop down out of your car. “C’mon, let’s go inside and get cleaned up. And maybe have some dinner, hmm?”

The dog wagged his tail again and trotted right up to the front door, like he expected to be let in. You laughed softly but let him in, giving him the piece of jerky and then giving him a minute to sniff around. 

“Alright, if you’re a pet, you should know better than to potty in the house,” you said, setting your things down. “Shower first, I think. For you.” You eyed the muddy pawprints left on the floor and decided that was now a tomorrow problem. “Okay. C’mon pup.” You tapped the side of your thigh, and the dog followed you back to your bathroom. 

He didn’t even protest getting in the shower, thankfully. Just stood under the spray calmly. 

The problems started when you got out the shampoo. (Which, honestly, you were amazed you still had any under your sink, you’d bought it for a friend’s dog ages ago.) 

Then he boofed softly, circling in the shower and refusing to hold still for more than a second at a time. He kept pulling his paws away from you. 

“Stubborn,” you grumbled at the dog, though you couldn’t help but laugh when he kept walking under your hand, inadvertently spreading the shampoo. “Well, I guess this is one way to do it.” 

Rinsing off was another exercise in patience - the dog didn’t want to hold still, and ended up shaking muddy soap suds all over the shower, and your clothes. You just sighed deeply. 

“Don’t make me regret being nice to you,” you grumbled, finally washing off the last of the soap. “Alright, guess it’s time to dry off.”

The dog bounded out of the shower and bounced around the tiny bathroom. Seriously bounced. Water got everywhere, and you just stared for a moment in absolute dismay.

“Definitely regretting all my life choices.” But you grabbed a towel and started working on drying him off.

It took two towels before you released him into the rest of the house and changed out of your dirty clothes. 

The dog, of course, acted like nothing was wrong and sat patiently in the kitchen, tail wagging. 

“You’re a menace,” you told the dog, although you started gathering up ingredients anyway. “It’s probably super late for your dinner, but oh well. This is when I normally eat.” You paused. “Shit, you can’t eat some things, right? Hang on.” You whipped out your phone to do a bit of frantic googling. 

The dog boofed again, walked two circles around you, and then laid down with the biggest sigh. You looked away from your phone and right into big gorgeous blue puppy dog eyes… and you caved, crouching down to scratch his ears. 

“You’re just too cute,” you grumbled. “I can’t be mad at you.” You stroked your hand down the dog’s back. “You’re a handsome boy too, aren’t you?” He really was, mostly red with a white stripe down his nose, white socks, and a little white blotch at his shoulders. You’d lay even odds that he was part husky. 

He stayed where he was as you cooked, humming a little to yourself, big eyes following your every move. But at least he wasn’t underfoot. 

“Tomorrow I’ll take you to the vet, see if you’ve got a microchip,” you told him, leaning back against the counter to let everything cook a bit. “And if not, I’ll put up signs. You can’t have traveled too far.” 

The dog just sat up when you plated food, leaving a bowl on the ground for him. You’d checked all the ingredients and just had to hope it wouldn’t upset his stomach. 

After throwing the dishes in the sink and taking him out for a potty break, you were more than ready for bed. 

Apparently, so was the dog, as he immediately hopped up on your bed.

“Hey!” You frowned. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

The dog wagged his tail at you and then circled the end of the bed before laying down, curled into an almost perfect circle. 

“Oh my god.” You threw your hands up and turned to get ready for bed. “Fine, but don’t complain if I kick you in the middle of the night.” 

But if you were being honest with yourself, when you laid down to sleep, the soft breathing and the warmth of the dog was… soothing. He made you feel less alone, less isolated. 

You reminded yourself firmly to not get attached, because he wasn’t staying. 

So, of course, he wasn’t microchipped.

“Nope,” the vet tech confirmed the following morning. “No microchip. I don’t recognize him, either.”

“Well, it was worth a try,” you said on a sigh, patting the dog’s head. “Thanks for checking for me.”

“Sure thing!”

“Guess I need to make some posters,” you said, looking down at the dog. He boofed at you, tail wagging. 

You had a feeling it was going to be a long day.

–

Soap actually hadn’t meant to stay this long. He really hadn’t. But, well, you were pretty and lonely. It wasn’t hard for him to smell it on you, although it was less pervasive when he stuck near you. 

And the team wasn’t supposed to be back for a few more days, so it wasn’t a problem to stay for a little longer. 

(He could also admit, if only to himself, that he also needed more time to orient himself. He had no idea where the fuck he had ended up.) 

Maybe it was a bad idea, but he was making it work. And he wasn’t stupid, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay long. Tonight, probably, he’d have to leave. Now that he knew where he was and where he needed to go. 

Hell, he knew that if Price found out, he’d have Soap’s head. Staying with an uninitiated human was risky, even though he had excellent control of his shifts. And it wasn’t just a risk to himself, but to his whole team. 

Bad decisions seemed to be the theme of his forced downtime, though. 

He’d just have to leave tonight and sneak back onto base. No big deal. Nobody would know, he wouldn’t get in trouble, everything would be fine. 

He did feel a bit bad when he hopped down lightly from your bed. Hopefully you wouldn’t spend too much time looking for him. 

Making sure to leave the back door cracked open a few inches to show how he’d gotten out, Soap trotted off back towards base. It would be tight, getting back in before sunrise, but he’d always enjoyed a good challenge. 

He didn’t enjoy being wrong.

Which he very much was.

Price stood outside the barracks, arms crossed, staring down at him. Soap gulped, ears flattening to his head, tail tucked. 

“Inside,” Price growled, opening the door for him. Soap slunk through the door, obediently following Price down the hall and to his room. 

By now, the lot of them had no shame around each other. Hard to be body-shy when they’d all shifted together, many times, and shared sometimes tight sleeping quarters. So Soap just waited until the door was closed to shift back to human. 

“Explain.” Price leaned back against the door, arms crossed over his chest again.

“Didn’t think ye’d be back so soon,” Soap muttered, grabbing a shirt first. 

Price didn’t say anything, just stared Soap down, even and outwardly calm as only he could be. 

“Just went for a run,” Soap said, shrugging, even as he grabbed more clean clothes to pull on. “No’ a big thing.”

“Must have been a long run.” 

“Aye.” Soap swallowed. “Might’ve gone farther than I wanted.” 

Price nodded once. “Any trouble?”

Soap shook his head. “Nah. I was careful.”

Finally, Price’s shoulders relaxed. “Good. And your shoulder?”

“Almost healed.” Soap relaxed too, grinning briefly. “I’m careful ‘bout it!”

Price snorted his disbelief of that. “Then you can go running with Ghost. 0600.”

Soap didn’t groan, because that wouldn’t help his case. He tried not to pout, because this was absolutely a punishment, and they both knew it. “Yes, sir.” 

Price nodded once and let himself out, the door clicking shut softly after him. Soap flopped face-first onto his bed and groaned into his pillow. 

–

You tried hard not to be heartbroken when you found the back door open a little, cold morning air wafting in. The dog was gone.

Hopefully he’d find his way back home on his own. 

You spent the next three days keeping your eyes open any time you went anywhere, just in case. If he was still lost, well, at least he knew you. You could always make more dog-friendly food. 

And when you didn’t see the dog for a week, you figured that was it. He’d found his way back home. That was okay. It was much better for him to be at home. You wouldn’t wish losing a dog on anyone. At least, not anyone who took such good care of their dog. 

You parked in front of your house and slumped forward, forehead resting on the steering wheel. You were tired. Exhausted, really. The kind of exhausted that came from too little sleep and stress and probably a little bit of touch starvation. 

You might have stayed right there for longer, trying to find the energy to move, except there was a woof, and then the car shook a little as a dog stood on its hind legs to look in the window. The dog. 

“What the hell?” You blinked at the dog and then grabbed your things, opening the door. “What are you doing here?”

The dog wagged happily at you, boofing at you and running up to the front door. When you didn’t move fast enough, he ran back to you, tail still wagging. 

“I thought you went home.” You blinked again but moved slowly to the door, opening the door. The dog pushed past you to head inside, trotting right along. He looked good - no mud this time, at least. His coat looked good, and he didn’t look like he’d lost any weight. So he was being taken care of.

Even if he had escaped yet again. 

“You’re going to give your people a heart attack,” you scolded gently, locking the door behind you before putting your things down. “How did you even get back here?” 

He whined a little, excited, tail still going a mile a minute as he tried to wait patiently for you in the kitchen. You dropped a hand to pat the top of his head, opening your fridge to look inside.

Not that there was much to see. You hadn’t been shopping, and it showed. 

“Um.” You frowned, glancing down at the dog. “Hm. Well, I can probably whip up something.” 

The dog watched you, sitting just at the edge of your space so he was barely not in the way, eyes bright and ears perked. He was pretty big for a husky, even though the coloring matched. He was probably a mutt of some kind, but you were a bit surprised at his size. 

“Here you go, big boy.” You set a bowl down for him again and took your own plate to the tiny table. 

Where you sat and stared at it, stomach turning. You needed to eat. You knew you needed to eat.

You just… didn’t want to.

The dog rested his head on your thigh, whining softly. But he was looking up at you, not at your plate. 

“It’s okay, pup,” you immediately murmured, one hand dropping to scratch between his ears. “You still hungry? I’ll give you more in a little bit, have to make sure that settles okay first.” You gently rubbed your thumb over his furry forehead and between his eyes in slow, soothing strokes. His eyes closed with a big sigh. 

You weren’t sure exactly how long you sat there, curiously blank, stroking this dog. Long enough that your food had gone cold. Finally, you gave up on it and put a bit more into the dog’s bowl before putting the rest away for another day. 

Your bedtime routine was barely disturbed by the dog, and he once again hopped up onto your bed. This time, you didn’t protest, just let him get comfortable. 

And when his head landed on your thigh, his warmth stretched out next to your legs, you just sighed softly and closed your eyes. 

You weren’t sure if you were surprised or not when you woke to an empty bed and chilly morning air. 

It took a while to drag yourself through your routine, getting ready for work by rote, brain definitely not engaged yet. Why bother?

But you still stopped, blinking owlishly at the sight of the dog sitting in the middle of the kitchen, tail wagging, jaws parted in a doggy grin.

“Oh. You’re still here.” You felt dumb saying it out loud, admitting to what you’d assumed. That he was gone again. And then you felt even more stupid because he couldn’t reply and didn’t even know what you’d said. “Well. I guess you’ll want breakfast, then.”

You reheated the leftovers from last night for him and set them down before getting your own things ready. You still had a few minutes before you had to leave for work, which you spent pondering what to do with the dog.

You couldn’t leave him locked inside. It wasn’t fair to him, and you didn’t want to come home to a ruined house. 

He solved your dilemma by walking to the front door and sitting calmly, looking back at you. You huffed out something close to a laugh.

“Well, I guess you know your way home by now,” you agreed, gathering up your things and opening the front door for him. “Be careful, there are always idiots on the road.” 

The dog boofed at you once before trotting off again, tail held high. 

You got in your car and went to work. 

–

Soap wasn’t an idiot. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew he should put you out of his mind and move on, because you didn’t know and couldn’t know about his nature. 

But something about you just… pulled at him. Maybe it was how uncomplicated things were with you. Maybe it was the way you smiled for him. Maybe it was that he could help you feel better.

Maybe it was that his wolf loved the way you smelled and wanted to just bury himself in your blankets.

Whatever it was, Soap ended up sneaking away to you just about every chance he got. Any time the team had downtime, he was off. He couldn’t go during the full moon, because the pack always ran that night together, but he still managed to make time to go visit you. 

“If you keep running off, Cap’s gonna follow you one day,” Gaz said as he dropped down next to Soap. 

Soap huffed. “He hasn’t yet,” he pointed out, mostly just to be contrary.

“Ghost will, then.”

Soap had no retaliation for that because LT absolutely would. Actually, he was a little surprised that Ghost hadn’t already. 

“Might be better to just come clean about wherever it is you run off to,” Gaz continued, slanting a look at the Scot even as he pushed food around his plate. 

Soap huffed. Gaz was… not exactly wrong. But it still wasn’t a good idea. Not even close. He needed to figure out how to tell Price without the captain flipping. 

“Don’t suppose you’re offering t’ help,” he grumbled, side-eyeing the other sergeant. 

Gaz perked up a little, taking a moment to think as he chewed. “Might be,” he mumbled. “For an interesting enough reason.”

This was a bad idea. This was a very bad idea. 

But Gaz was right - this was going to blow up in his face sooner or later. He could mitigate the damage with a bit of help and a fair bit of luck. 

“Swear you won’t tell.” Soap held his gaze, drawing himself up a little straighter. 

Gaz looked briefly taken aback before he nodded, slow and serious. “I swear.”

Soap nodded, took a deep breath, and started from the beginning. (Well. Not the beginning, because he still refused to admit that he’d been… temporarily discombobulated.) 

After the expected razzing (and only a bit of shoving), Gaz stood to clear his place, Soap scrambling a little after him. A quick look around and the two went back to Gaz’s bunk to talk quietly. 

“Right,” Gaz muttered, gaze darting around as he plotted. “I want to meet her.”

Soap puffed up, eyes narrowing. “Why?” 

“To see what she’s like for myself.” Gaz shoved him a bit with a little huff. “No offense, mate, but you’re a bit smitten.” 

Soap opened his mouth to protest… and then shut it again. Because. Well. He couldn’t, in fact, protest that. He swallowed.

“This is not a good idea,” Gaz muttered. “Got a couple days off coming up, yeah?”

“Aye,” Soap agreed slowly.

“We’ll both go.”

Soap blinked at that. “Shifted?”

“Well, you said she takes you in, thinks you’re a dog.” Gaz shrugged. “Probably won’t think any different of me.”

This was truly a terrible idea. Part of Soap rebelled at the idea for no good reason, too - you were his, and he didn’t want to share you. But he’d have to. Especially if he ever wanted more with you than the stolen moments as a wolf. 

“Right.” Soap breathed in deep. “We’ll try it.”

–

You almost didn’t even bother to get out of bed. But it was after noon, and you needed to drink something at least. Even if the very thought of food made you nauseous. So you shoved yourself out of bed, hands shaking only a little as you put the kettle on. 

A soft woof at the back door nearly made you drop your mug, and you fumbled for a few moments before you saved it and put it on the counter instead. 

There was a dog at your door. No, scratch that. The dog was at your door. With a friend. 

“What the fuck.” You stared at the two dogs, blinking stupidly. The second dog was just as big, medium gray with the classic black saddle and tail tip. His snout was black too. Almost like a German shepherd, but in gray instead of tan. 

Your dog, the red and white one, woofed again, tail wagging. Almost on autopilot, you opened the door for him. 

“What the fuck,” you said again, watching as the second dog came in too, just as easy and confident as your dog. “Damn I wish you could talk. Is this your buddy? Do you live together? Have you both escaped the same yard? Or did you steal someone else’s dog?” You rubbed a hand over your eyes.

The kettle started whistling, and you trudged over to it to pour hot water for tea. Your dog kept pace with you, sniffing your legs and then your belly and whining softly at you. 

“I dunno what you want,” you said, one hand drifting down to his head, rubbing a soft ear between your fingers. “It’s not dinner time. …I think.” You frowned, squinting at your phone. “No. Too early.”

The other dog kept a little more distance but did sniff your hand and accepted a couple gentle head pats. Tea helped you feel more steady, and your dog hopped up on the couch to curl up next to you. 

“You can relax,” you told the other dog quietly, eyelids already drooping again. “You’re safe here. I’ll make dinner for you later.” 

The other dog laid down on the floor a couple feet from the two of you, head resting on his paws, eyes open and trained on you. You didn’t take it personally, just huffing a soft laugh and closing your eyes the rest of the way. 

“It’s too bad you have to go,” you muttered, hand resting on your dog’s head, which was pillowed on your thigh. “Nice to have some company.” 

Your dog sighed, warm even through your clothes, and wiggled even closer to you. An afternoon nap was definitely in order today. 

You woke to the sound of grumbling. Not quite a growl but not exactly a happy sound either. You blinked a few times, lifting your head (ow) to try to figure out what was going on.

Your dog was perched over you, head low, grumbling a little at the other dog. Who huffed right back at him, ears flicking forward and back. 

“No fighting,” you mumbled, almost reflexively. “Or take it outside or something.” 

Both dogs paused, looking at you, and your dog sniffed your face before licking your nose. You blew out a breath that was almost a laugh. 

“C’mon, get off. I’ll cook.” You pushed the dog, more or less gently, until he hopped off the couch. 

Cooking didn’t make you nauseous, at least. Even if you still had very little interest in eating anything. 

The two dogs seemed to have given up on whatever spat woke you up, for which you were grateful. Your house was not at all dog proofed, and you were amazed nothing had been broken yet. 

You forced yourself to shower, because you needed to and it was easier to motivate yourself to do something with the dog around. Then you sat up for a little while reading, your dog curled up on your bed with his head resting on your stomach, the other dog laying on the floor near the foot of the bed.

You were honestly surprised when you woke up and they were both still there, two heads popping up as soon as you sat up. 

You finally felt better this morning. You’d slept better, too. You actually ate after you cooked and spent a bit of time outside, watching the two tear around the yard chasing each other. 

But when your dog stopped next to you just as the sun began to sink, you knew.

“Time to go back home?” you asked him, smoothing down his fur from his playtime. He whined softly, wiggling closer to you and resting his head on your knee to look up at you with those big blue puppy eyes. “Well. You be careful.” You gently smoothed your fingers over the top of his head, smiling a little even though it hurt. “I don’t wanna hear about any dogs getting run over, okay?” 

He huffed out through his nose, his eyes closing as he leaned his weight into your legs. You chuckled, patting his head before removing your hand entirely.

“Okay. Go on, before it gets dark.” 

He looked up at you, almost pleading, before a soft bark from the other dog got his attention. His ears half-lowered, and he licked your hand once before he backed off and then darted off to join his friend. 

The two of them were gone from your sight in moments.

You didn’t move until the cold forced you to go back inside. 

–

“You,” Gaz started once they were both back in human skin, “are so fucked.” 

Soap slumped. “Donnae remind me,” he groaned. 

“So fucked,” Gaz continued as if he hadn’t heard. “Pretty sure your wolf has all but actually claimed her.”

Soap rubbed a hand over his face, because Gaz wasn’t wrong. But you had no idea he was a shifter, and he couldn’t tell you without Price’s permission. Which meant he also couldn’t pursue anything with you until you knew. It was… a situation. Definitely. 

“Lucky for you, I have an idea.”

Soap perked up at that, hopeful. “Aye?”

Gaz had already grabbed his phone, typing quickly. “We can’t tell her,” he said, gaze focused on his phone. “But we can give her a nudge in the right direction.”

Soap leaned over, trying to see what Gaz was doing. “Gaz,” he said slowly, confused. “Why are ye texting yer mum?” 

“Trust me.” Gaz flashed him a grin that was mostly teeth. “She had to woo Dad. She can help.” 

This was probably a terrible idea. But. It was better than anything he’d come up with. So Soap shrugged, letting it happen. 

“Now, for the other part of this plan.” Gaz grinned as he dug through Soap’s things, ignoring the Scot’s grumbling, until he found the collar. (Soap had drawn the short stick and had been stuck for an op. The collar had been to make him look less threatening. Fortunately for everyone involved, it had been a short op.) 

“No.” Soap crossed his arms over his chest, glowering.

“Just wait,” Gaz soothed, grinning like the looney he clearly was. “I have a plan.” 

Soap groaned. This was going to end terribly. For him.

–

There was a box on your front porch. You blinked at it, confused. You hadn’t ordered anything. And yet your name was written on top of the box, with no shipping address or return address. 

You brought the box inside. Foolish, maybe, but it was too cold outside to stand out there and go through the box. 

A handful of books filled the box most of the way, with a letter on top. Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you opened the letter first.

Keep an open mind while you read the books. There’s some very good information here. Things will make sense sooner or later.

It was unsigned, of course. You huffed. If this was a prank, it was pretty elaborate. 

So you pulled out the books, examining them one at a time. The first one looked hand-written, with no information on the title page. The second book was labeled, simply, Etiquette. The other two books were no better, giving you very little information.

It took a good five pages for you to figure out the handwritten book was about werewolves. Or wolf-shifters? The terminology became confusing very quickly. 

It felt like a prank.  You were sure someone was going to pop up and prank you, maybe record your reaction. Who, you didn’t know, but still. The feeling persisted.

Because this? This was crazy. This was an entire secret society, a subset of the population that lived an entire secret life. It was impossible.

And yet you kept reading.

But you forced yourself to stop and walk away after you finished that book, having barely moved. You needed to eat. You needed to drink something. You needed a damn reality check. 

Even so… Even so, you came back to the books after a meal and a walk. The little pile taunted you until you swore and swiped up the next book. 

Which was all on shifter-people etiquette. Apparently. How they interacted with each other, how they interacted with humans. 

Even if this did turn out to be a prank of some kind, it was an incredibly elaborate one. 

One you couldn’t get out of your head. 

It took a few days to read through all the books in between work, but you did. And then you went back and took a few notes, because some things were just… too interesting. Too unique. 

You did keep the books in your bedroom. Not that you had a lot of company (or any), but it felt… wrong. To leave them out on display. So you hid them away. 

You couldn’t explain why, but it felt like the right thing to do. 

Now if only you could figure out why. 

It was another three weeks until the dog came back, once again arriving at your house at almost the same time you did. He looked the same as always, tail wagging, jaws parted in a canine grin.

Except he was wearing a collar.

“Oh so your person does have a collar for you,” you grumbled, opening the front door for him. “Look at that, it’s practically a miracle.” 

He boofed softly at you before running around to sniff everything, clearly trying to get caught up on whatever he’d missed. Which was… not much. A spill of take-out one night, a few naps on the couch, and late dinners after work. 

Typical for you.

“Alright, c’mere pup.” You tapped your thigh, pulling your phone out. “Let me call your person to come get you.”

The dog drooped a little but obediently walked back to you, sitting patiently while you dialed the number you found on his tag. “Soap,” you mumbled, examining the tag. “Who the hell names their dog Soap?” 

“Yes?” The man who answered the phone sounded brusque, borderline rude. You blinked, caught off guard.

“Um, hi. I have your dog? He’s been wandering over to my place recently and, um, I figured you might want to come get him?” Your eyes slammed shut. You hadn’t meant to make that a question. Really. Your people skills were seriously awful. 

There was silence, then a sigh. “Soap?” he asked, dry with a hint of humor.

“Yeah.” You looked down at the dog, absently petting the top of his head.

“Right. I’ll be there soon. What’s the address?”

You hesitated for a moment before rattling it off. Well. He probably wasn’t secretly an axe murderer with such a sweet dog. 

There was a soft grunt as he confirmed the address. “It’ll be about an hour,” he said. And hung up.

“Well,” you muttered, looking down at your phone, “rude.” 

Soap whined at you softly, pawing at you gently until you resumed petting him. 

“Guess we’ve got an hour, buddy.” You stretched and stepped around Soap into the kitchen. “I need food or I’m gonna be hangry when your person gets here, and nobody wants that.” You slanted a look at him. “I assume you want food?” 

Soap’s tail started wagging, even though he sat patiently in his normal spot out of the way.

“Yeah, okay.” You huffed a little laugh and started pulling out ingredients. “You were gone for a while, buddy. I was worried about you.” You didn’t expect any kind of reaction from the dog.

Which is why you startled when he pressed his nose to your thigh with another soft whine. You looked down to find those big blue eyes focused on you, ears half-down, tail wagging slowly. 

“Aw, I’m not mad at you,” you murmured, leaning over a bit to scratch under his chin. “You’re okay, cutie.”

His tail thumped faster against the ground, and you had to spend a minute petting him before you could wash your hands and continue with dinner prep. 

Somehow, the knock on your door still caught you off-guard, enough that your fork clattered back to your dish. You looked at Soap, who looked back at you, ears up. Then you nodded once and stood, heading to the door. 

You opened the door and blinked up at the man on the other side. Muttonchops, floppy hat, stern-set mouth. Big. Broad. 

Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.

“You called about Soap,” he said, voice brusque, though his tone gentled a little. He also didn’t make a move towards you, which helped a bit. 

“I did.” You pulled the door open further, turning to call Soap. Only to find him already right behind you. “Here he is.”

“You’re in trouble,” he said, gaze focused on Soap. “Come on.” 

But Soap took two steps forward until he could press against your legs, and stopped there. Leaning a good bit of his weight onto you. 

The man blinked once, one eyebrow raising as he looked between you and the dog slowly, something almost calculating in his gaze. 

“What are you doing?” you asked Soap, exasperated. “This is your person, you’re supposed to go home with him. Silly pup.” 

“He’s stubborn when he gets an idea in his head.” The man planted his hands on his hips, looking down at Soap. “How long has he been runnin’ up here?” 

“Oh, a few months.” Something about his tone made you nervous, made you shift your weight. But with Soap still leaning against you, the move ended up almost sending you falling over, and only a quick grab of the doorframe saved you any dignity at all. 

The man sighed, shaking his head briefly. “Stubborn,” he muttered again. “Should get Simon out here.”

Curiosity burned at you, but you kept your mouth shut. Instead you nudged Soap, trying to get him to leave your side. 

“Go on,” you encouraged him. “Don’t you wanna go home?” 

The man’s eyes sharpened suddenly. “What did you say?”

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “Don’t you wanna go home?” You repeated, only a little squeaky. 

Soap pressed harder into your legs, shoving his head under your free hand. And then the man sighed noisily. 

“Right,” he grunted. “Can I come in?” 

“Why?” You stiffened, hand gripping the doorframe tighter. 

“We need to have a conversation and I’d rather not do it out the door.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, suspicious. This was weird. This was definitely weird. You looked down at Soap, who was still pressed up against you, and back to the man. A little lightbulb went off finally.

“Is this about those books?”

“Books?” He frowned and then shook his head. “We should discuss this inside.” 

A little reluctantly, you let him inside. Soap stayed right next to you, going so far as to hop up onto the couch next to you. 

“Right,” the man muttered, rubbing a hand briefly over his chin. “What books are you talking about?” 

“I got these books, they were in a box on my porch. I thought it was a hoax at first, but…” You stood and jogged back to your room, grabbing the first book, the handwritten one. “I’m not so sure about that anymore.”

He took the book and flipped through the first few pages before he lifted his gaze to Soap. “Did you have something to do with this?” 

Soap huffed and rested his head across your lap as soon as you sat down again. 

That, more than anything, solidified things in your mind. Soap wasn’t just a dog. Soap was a shifter, of some kind. And undoubtedly this other person was as well. 

“Huh.” You looked down at Soap, examining him more carefully. “Guess that’s why you kept finding your way back here, even when you shouldn’t have been able to.” 

He just blinked up at you, wiggling a little closer and pushing his nose under your hand. 

“What do you know?”

You pulled your gaze back to the man across from you, chewing on your lip for a moment. “Honestly? Just what’s in the books. And like I said, I thought they were a hoax at first. I’m still…” You trailed off, not sure exactly how to express what you were feeling. 

He nodded, looking pensively between you and Soap. “Normally, we don’t tell others.” He paused to let that sink in, and you grimaced. “But this one found a way around that.” 

Soap’s tail thumped against the couch. Clearly, he was totally unrepentant. 

“So.” The man leaned forward, elbows braced on his thighs. “Let’s start from the beginning.” 

It took hours to cover it all. Price, as you finally learned his name, was more or less patient with you. Less so with Soap. 

The two finally left, with promises to bring you to base tomorrow. (Because, that’s right, Soap was apparently military, something you never would have guessed. And apparently Soap deciding you were his person got you some benefits? Honestly you were very unsure about all of this but Soap had given you such big imploring eyes that you’d caved.) 

You would have expected that you’d be up for hours longer, pacing, working through everything in your head. Honestly, though, you just had energy for a shower, and then collapsed into bed and slept hard. Clearly, you already had too much on your mind. 

You were still scrambling when the knock came at your door in the morning. “Hang on!” you shouted, hopping on one foot to shove your other shoe on, grabbing your purse and making sure you had everything you needed. 

Not that you really knew what you’d need, but. You had the basics, at least. 

Finally, you yanked the door open to an amused Price standing on your doorstep. Thankfully, he didn’t comment, just raised an eyebrow at you.

The drive was silent. Price kept his gaze on the road, sparing you only the occasional glance. For your part, you were too nervous to try talking. 

When Price turned down a long drive to a fenced area, you swallowed hard. 

“Nervous?” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice.

“A bit,” you admitted, knee bouncing so at least you had some kind of outlet for your nerves. 

“Relax.” He slanted a look at you as he slowed near the gate guard. “You’ll be fine.” 

You swallowed again, knee bouncing as the guard lifted the gate and let the two of you through. Price continued down the road and pulled into a parking spot, cutting the engine.

You’d known, sort of, that this base was here. People talked about it - that base out of town. Sometimes military men came through to the store or the bar, although you weren’t the closest town to the base. 

But being here was something else entirely. You had no idea it was so big - lots of land, all enclosed. Multiple buildings spread out around the area, and you could see a group of runners off in the distance. 

“This way,” Price grunted, jerking you from your thoughts. You turned and hurried to follow him inside, fingers twisting around each other, nearly jogging to keep up with his longer strides. He stopped in front of a door, pushing it open and stepping inside. A little more slowly, you followed. 

Another man was standing in the middle of the room, mohawk mussed like he’d been running his hands through it, shoulders tense. You almost asked… but you met his gaze, eyes wide. 

“Oh.” You couldn’t help but smile, still holding his gaze, those beautiful blue eyes fixed on you. “Your eyes really don’t change at all, do they?” 

“Nah.” He smiled slowly, taking a step closer to you. 

“Still want me to call you Soap?” You smiled, tipping your chin. 

“Or Johnny.” His teeth flashed in a grin. “Ye can call me anythin’ ye want, lovely.”

You warmed at the easy affection, but you didn’t drop his gaze. “Can I…?” You lifted one hand slowly, a little cautious. 

Apparently that was all he needed, though, because he stepped straight into your space and wrapped himself around you. You blinked and then snorted, your hand settling at the back of his head to rub against the hairs there. 

“Personal space optional?” you teased, though you made absolutely no move away from him.

“What’s yours is mine,” he quipped, squeezing you affectionately. 

“Sergeant.” Price sounded exasperated, and you pulled back enough to peek at him, suddenly worried again. 

“This is why he didn’t let me drive to get you,” Soap said, unrepentant, shifting his grip on you enough to smooth one hand up and down your back. “Didnae think ah’d come back.”

“No,” Price said, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d come back until tomorrow.” 

You couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you at that, and you relaxed again. “So, what now?”

Price huffed something akin to a laugh. “You get to meet the other two, then we do some paperwork.” 

“Speakin’ of.” Soap nodded to the door, grinning. Price heaved a sigh but walked over and pulled the door open. 

“Gaz.” He stepped aside to let the other young man in, and you blinked at him. He gave you a quick smile and a little wave, though he gave you a bit of space. Something about him seemed… familiar. 

“Did you come with Johnny one day?” You blinked, putting the pieces together. He kept the same bit of distance the other dog had, the same kind of reserved politeness. 

Gaz blinked twice, lips parting in surprise. “How’d you guess?”

“I mean, it’s not that big of a leap.” You shrugged, ignoring Soap chuckling. 

“We’ll talk about that later,” Price grumbled, shooting Gaz a look. Whoops. 

Another man slipped into the room, almost as big as Price, wearing a skull mask. You blinked, a little intimidated. 

“LT is a big softie,” Soap whispered in your ear, swaying the two of you side to side just a little. 

“Johnny.” The big one sounded vaguely amused but also disapproving. 

“This is Ghost,” Price said, since clearly he was the only one in the room with manners. 

You twisted in Soap’s arms to look at him, lifting your hand in a little wave. You almost felt awkward with Soap still hanging off of you, but you were also comfortable. Sure, he wasn’t a dog, but still. This felt normal. 

“Couldn’t keep your mouth shut, eh, Johnny?” Ghost sounded more amused than anything, though. 

“I only told Gaz,” Soap defended, squeezing you a little tighter. 

“Yes, about that.” Price raised one eyebrow at Gaz. Who immediately buckled and spilled the whole plot - the two of them going to visit you, and then Gaz writing his mum. 

“So those books were from your mum?” You’d all settled into chairs or the couch. (You’d had to swat Soap a few times when he tried to pull you down to sit in his lap.) 

“Must be.” He shrugged. “You still have ‘em, yeah?”

“Of course, they’re at home. I’ll bring them next time.” 

He shrugged. “No rush. We’ve got time.”

And you did, you realized with a blink. With Soap crowded up against your side, the other three ranged around the room, you realized you had plenty of time. Now that you weren’t just waiting on a surprise visit from a dog. You smiled to yourself and leaned into Soap. 

Yeah. You could get used to this. 

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omega found, omega lost (final chapter)

Title: Omega found, Omega lost; Chapter: 7/7; WC: 3309; Rating: E; Tags: Steddie, Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, angst, hurt/comfort. CW: knotting, marking, biting, sex!!!

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Chapter 7: yours forever, soulmate

Steve snapped his teeth then hissed like a viper, setting Eddie recoiling. “If you don’t get on with it, Alpha mine, I’m gonna chew your fucking hand off.”

A startled laugh exploded from Eddie. He was kneeling between Steve’s spread legs, while Steve spawled on his front in the nest. “Talk about rogue Alpha. I got me one rogue Omega,” said Eddie.

“You’re a sheepie in wolf’s clothing, you know that, right? Eddie, pleeeease?”

Steve’s tone shifted from acidic to desperate, and he levered himself up onto his hands and knees to scrub his butt against Eddie’s thighs. He quivered with mad purrs. Tiny beads of perspiration quivered too, on his back and on his face, so recently milky pale but now a bright pinkish hue. His neatly groomed hair had gone feral already. His spine undulated toward a c-shape, as he peeped around one shoulder, around his squirming butt and hips, back at Eddie, and…

…damn, Eddie needed to taste that glossy mouth. He needed to mate Steve.

Now.

Nevertheless, a heart-to-heart chat festered in the back of his mind. Which was a miracle in itself, because most of his blood had rushed to his dick. He put granny’s salve aside. Could he really claim his soulmate—and not just any soulmate, but Steve Harrington—on Jim Hopper’s basement floor, which was grungy at best, and not in a badass way. The only source of heat was an ancient oil-filled radiator. Okay, and the rising steam of their lust.

Either way, it was hardly fitting. Could Steve, deep down, want it to happen like this? Reality check—Eddie needed a luxuriously fitted-out castle, with a moat, a drawbridge, and battlements primed with archers, pikemen, and vats of boiling oil to defend his princess from all comers.

On the other hand, all he saw in Steve’s eyes was a ravenous desire that mirrored his own.

A fresh gush of slick pooled around Eddie’s knees.

“Okay. I surrender, Stevie.” He sounded more strangled than bass-note Alpha. “We’re still taking this sloooow, all right?”

“Yeah… yeah…  Sorry… Really sorry… didn’t mean to snap… just… desperate, Eddie… Alpha… Oh God, feels so good.”

Eddie had started nuzzling at Steve’s throat, dousing Steve’s mating gland, lathing it with his tongue. Drinking in that bananas-and-cream sweetness, blended with that smoky-marijuana twist that was uniquely and addictively Steve. He flattened Steve to the nest, cloaking the Omega’s body almost entirely with his own. The pressure seemed to settle Steve while Eddie supped.

“Sweetheart, listen,” murmured Eddie in Steve’s ear. “There’s a fuck load going on with our bodies right now, especially yours, that we’ve got very little control over, so don’t apologise and… Holy crap!” He licked Steve’s throat again, relishing the thrum of Steve’s irrepressible purrs against his tongue. “Wanna gobble you all up.”

Okay, maybe not the most loving choice of words, but… damn! His Alpha needed to feast. Steve was always delicious. Today, his flavor was off the charts, and his gland leaked almost as generously as his pussy. Eddie lapped and sucked, raising the already swollen gland into one helluva hickey. His own canine incisors quickened, and a red mist swirled up in his vision.

Fuck.

His body blatantly had its own agenda, equally potent as Steve’s, and he had to reel it in. He didn’t want to bite, let alone pop a knot, before he’d even got inside his Omega and he intended to do that the sultry, smoochy way. Heck, the romantic way.

Trouble was, Steve’s neck was beyond addictive. Steve, meanwhile, had fallen very still. As Eddie suckled Steve’s heated flesh, his suddenly vise-like grip gouged into Steve’s shoulders. Only when Steve whimpered with something that might’ve approached pain, could Eddie muster the willpower to release him.

He’d barely snatched a breath when Steve twisted his head around, chirruped convulsively, and all but inhaled Eddie in for a kiss.

The kiss lingered, as Eddie’s tongue swept out Steve’s mouth to its depths. Steve scrubbed his tongue against Eddie’s, slickly and sweetly, sending electricity buzzing through Eddie’s veins. Briefly, he let his inner Alpha unleash. He bit lightly into Steve’s lower lip, sensed a confused panic bubbling up in his Omega’s throat, then released.

“Neeeeed.” Steve fretted his swollen lip. His eyes were huge, hungry, as much predator as prey.

“Need you too, Stevie.”

He manoeuvred Steve back onto his hand and knees, piling pillows beneath Steve’s taut underbelly, pausing briefly to give him a tender rub there. Steve now kicked off purring like a maniac again. Eddie paused, briefly, to fight his way out of jeans sodden with his own precum and Steve’s slick.

Steve glanced back at Eddie’s dick, already swollen at the head. Though not even faintly as big as it was going to get:

“I… I… n…need… in me… n… need.”

“I get it, Baby. You need.” He smoothed slow circles on Steve’s back. “You’re gonna get. But I need to stretch you out, okay? And, you know, I got needs too… and I need to taste you. You’re too delicious, my darling.”

Eddie dragged his tongue over and up Steve’s slick-drenched thighs, and the next few minutes passed in a blissed-out blur. Steve pressed his ass toward Eddie’s mouth, inviting Eddie to explore both his holes. Fun though this was, Eddie’s inner Alpha was getting as impatient as the Omega. By the time he smothered his face between Steve’s wet pink folds, tongue dabbing and swirling around Steve’s soaking hole, his barbed Alpha fangs were beginning to protrude again.

As a result, Steve’s bucking and clenching was getting slightly dangerous. Realising Steve was openly sobbing now, Eddie’s heart panged. “Sorry, Babe.”

“No… no… love everything… felt… am-amazing… but please… need to be yours, Alpha.”

“You’re already mine, Omega.” The grin erupting from his core felt thrillingly savage. “Always mine.”

As he leaned over Steve, arms bracing around Steve’s middle for a brief, tight hug, his weighty dick slapped against his Omega’s thigh. With an effort, he once again restrained his inner beast from carelessly popping a knot.

He drew back, took a deep, calming breath, and breached Steve’s hole with his fingers.

…

Steve was coming apart at the seams, a quivering, boneless, liquidy mess.

Yeah, Eddie’s fingers felt awesome, stretching and scissoring inside him. He’d stopped purring, so far gone he was barely breathing. The mattress beneath him was in truth, kinda lumpy, yet he’d been floating on puffy cloud and now he was fucking flying. The basement, the rest of the world, had long since vanished. When Eddie got maybe a fourth digit in there, his toes curled: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, please, please, please.”

“Missed your gorgeous pussy,” cooed Eddie and Steve, despite everything, peeped back and kinda rolled his eyes. Eddie responded with a fiendish grin and another soothing rub of Steve’s belly, rubbing in synch with his slow finger fucking and all-out kneading of Steve’s vagina.

Eddie found that sweet spot. Steve’s impatience faded slightly, because—gnnng!—he was feeling kickass full now, the friction mind-blowing. His euphoria bubbled up in a sudden rush, and that crazy little bud inside him clamped super-tight.

Oh crap! They’d hit home too soon—his walls clenched, and what felt like rivers of slick rushed from him, and his cocklet squirted too. He started chirruping uncontrollably, sensed the sweet vibration of Eddie’s laugh, as he rode the wave, which crashed too soon, and then…

…oh God, it was already one of those ‘little death’ orgasms. Fun but not enough. His desperation for more seized him more strongly than ever.

“Please!” His voice was a wrecked squeak. “I don’t… can’t… Don’t wanna beg!”

With a rush, Eddie’s hand was gone, and Steve… kinda froze, save his g-spot and pussy still quailing in the aftermath.

“Gonna mate you now, Baby,” said Eddie. “You sure you’re ready?”

Words failed again. A trail of desperate chirrups escaped Steve’s tight throat and he managed a jerky nod.

“Steve? My Omega?”

“Yes… Yes, please… Alpha.”

“You’re doing so good, my darling.” Eddie stroked the length of Steve’s spine and Steve’s purrs returned with a vengeance.  Eddie lowered his lips to Steve’s ear: “I need to take you the other way around. I have to see your pretty o-face.”

Desperate to obey, Steve rolled over. Eddie guided him with hot, sticky hands after tossing some of the cushions aside, then wedging one under Steve’s hips. Steve hugged his knees to his chest, offering his open pussy. Eddie loomed over him, and Steve’s vision swam so madly that Eddie’s skull tattoo leered, and the spider’s legs scuttled as if alive. Okay, slightly scary. He still longed to kiss them, to lick the glistening perspiration from every inch of Eddie’s pale skin.

All this passed in a flash. Then Steve’s scattered attention zeroed in on Eddie’s monumental Alpha sacs, his huge dick patterned with pulsing veins. Steve’s mouth dropped open, suddenly dry.

“You’re doing so well, my beautiful Omega,” cooed Eddie. “If I hurt you, if anything doesn’t feel good, tell me. If you need me to stop—"

Steve nodded his head, clenched his teeth, and his tunnel clenched madly. Christ, get in me!

At last, Eddie moved in to drag his cockhead along Steve’s cleft. It felt as it looked—impossibly hard and large as he spread Steve, setting Steve whimpering at the intimacy of the contact. Every nerve ending in his vulva set alight, relentless shivers wracking him. Eddie stroked Steve’s chest, drifted lovingly over Steve’s erect little cocklet.

“I love you, Steve,” he said.

“Just fuck me to oblivion!” Steve’s own scream shocked him back into breathlessness. Eddie grinned, wickedly, and lined his cock up at Steve’s entrance, slowly increasing the pressure until Steve’s body gave.

For a moment, Eddie lingered there, his cockhead wedged in Steve’s opening. Steve gulped air, adjusting to the scorching penetration—yup, as he faintly recalled, Eddie’s dick was much, MUCH bigger than those fingers. Then Eddie nudged forward, coaxing Steve’s body toward its unbroken limits. His senses overflowed, and even Eddie’s look of love was too much to take. He scrunched his eyes tightly.

Eddie… Eddie had got this, and Steve wanted more, his body wavering just about on the pleasurable side of pain. He remained slightly scared, because to seal the deal Eddie was going to bite, and even his fright intoxicated him. Even with his eyes closed, all he saw was Eddie… and, okay, laughing skulls and a smattering of fireworks. Eddie planted a soft kiss on his mouth, and Steve’s hips took on a life of their own, bucking forward, urging him on. Eddie started fucking him for real.

Which was cool, because Steve could feel his next orgasm already, building and building. He gasped and whined and threw his arms around Eddie’s neck, and his ankles around Eddie’s hips, causing the bandaged one to twinge slightly, though that was soon lost in the flood. He peeped again to see Eddie’s face, which was… Okay, kinda ferocious, the curl of his lip deliciously savage. Those gorgeous eyes remained relentlessly adoring, with maybe just a hint of bloodlust. Yeah, this was exactly what he needed. He’d never felt so… no, not only connected. So cherished.

And then the world flipped.

Eddie hoisted Steve up off the cushions and into his lap, impaling Steve completely on his dick. Woah! Talk about Alpha strength! The shift had taken any pressure off Steve’s ankle, though he felt impossibly full, and… Oh God, he still wanted more. Hugging Eddie ever tighter, he moved on reflex—tiny jerks seeking the barest of friction, though his every limb was jello, his parted lips gaping.

Eddie had stopped moving, however. Deep inside him, Eddie started to… Christ, it was like a mini earthquake in Steve’s guts.

Then Steve felt the knot.

It was swelling further up inside him than Steve would’ve believed possible, and a shocked chirrup escaped him. He braced for pain—and fucking son-of-a-bitch, yes! Steve’s head cracked back, as Eddie’s hot seed erupted inside him, setting Steve’s insides convulsing with white-hot pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah! Yes!”

Steve squeaked, and Eddie just kept coming, his hot seed coating Steve’s insides. Jesus Christ, was it gonna come gushing up through his eyeballs? He couldn’t fathom which one of them was shaking the harder. Steve’s every fibre pulled impossibly taut, and it really was almost too much. If Eddie didn’t stop quaking and, goddammit, growing inside him, he might be ripped into a thousand pieces...

…and then he was.

The best orgasm of Steve’s life went supernova. Bright stars shot into streaks of fire that tore up his spine and frazzled his brains. His face smacked to Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie clamped his fangs down onto Steve’s mating gland, piercing deep. Steve’s heart pumped wildly, and then Eddie was sucking and lapping at his blood, cooing softly between:

“Ssssh, shhh. You’re okay, Sweetheart. It’s done.”

Eddie cupped Steve’s neck, chafing the sweat-drenched hair at Steve’s nape with his thumb, holding him in place. Steve’s brain had gone woolly, a dull throb gathering pace in his throat. “Sore,” he murmured, and Eddie’s butter-soft lips nuzzled his gland, and Steve… Okay, he was not done orgasming after all. With Eddie’s knot buried up somewhere near his heart, a final bittersweet agony seized him, echoed by the purest sweep of bliss.

He was still riding the aftershocks, spasming contentedly around Eddie’s knot, when Eddie gently lowered him to the nest and sagged forward to wrap him in his arms.

“I do love you, Steve.”

“Love you too,” mumbled Steve, his feeling of fullness now a kickass honeyed glow.

Yours forever, soulmate.

…

Eddie wasn’t going to lie to himself.

The responsibility should be terrifying. He’d been reaching for that terror, even while lying in the nest with Steve in his arms. Even while coming down from far and away the best orgasm of his life. It’d taken a while for his knot to subside enough to gently drag himself out of Steve, and his dick still felt almost painfully hard.

But, nope, not scared. Eddie Munson had got this. Kind of.

He lay there cuddling Steve, who’d sunk into some strange stupor. He sure looked edible, debauched and pretty—a vivid pink flushed across his pale cheeks, his wet lashes sparkling, and his hair was a wild, fluffy halo. And his wet pussy dribbled Eddie’s come down his thighs, mingled with all that endless slick.

Steve’s neck was smeared with blood, too. The first thing Eddie did, after gently dabbing Steve’s thighs with a damp cloth, was… uh, yeah.

Follow his instinct to lick it.

Granny Munson and even modern science claimed saliva had some healing properties, so he took comfort in that. He licked away the drying blood, enjoying their mingled flavors on Steve’s skin. Also, because he couldn’t help himself, he savored the quiver of his Omega’s lifeblood, palpable through such a thin layer of skin.

Willpower, Munson.  No more biting!

A renewed surge of guilt almost outweighed his pleasure. He was also concerned about getting Steve up and into Hopper’s bath, before the latter came back from work, or his pups home from school.

Not that Hopper could really object, mind. They had to use the washroom. Eddie still didn’t fancy running into the Chief with Steve smeared with slick, come, and blood and more-or-less unconscious. And if he ran into any of the Chief’s kids with Steve in this state…

Yeah, now he felt a faint ripple of apprehension. He would be dead meat and deservedly so.

“Huh, now that’s kooky.”

Eddie lifted Steve’s hair to shine the single buzzing bulb’s light beneath the Omega’s chin. The puncture wounds around Steve’s mating gland had almost totally healed, leaving only the two mild pink marks that showed Steve to be a claimed Omega, Eddie’s own.

“What’s kooky?” murmured Steve, rolling over, smiling sleepily, hooking an arm around Eddie’s neck. Then sucking a hissing inbreath. “Jesus!”

“Uuuuuh, sorry I bit you,” said Eddie, because it kinda had to be said. “Totally crazily it’s…”

“All healed, right?” Steve fingered his gland. “Feels a bit bruised.” He curled his lip, snarky. “Believe me, my insides are bitching way more right now.” Eddie grimaced and parted his lips to apologise again. Steve slid his fingers up over them: “Don’t you fucking, dare. I bit first, remember? I’m sorry for that, seriously. I’ll try to do better.”

“It’s fine, Babe. Just tell me what I can do to help.”

Eddie helped Steve up and then bundled the comforter about the two of them. This didn’t make getting up the basement stairs particularly easy, but they made it to the bathroom. Eddie sat Steve down on the toilet seat, while he revved Hopper’s old boiler to the max in running a warm and bubbly bath.

They settled down in the spacious tub, with Steve lying between Eddie’s legs, leaned on Eddie’s chest. Yeah, Eddie’s dick pepped right up again. That was inevitable. No way should he take the Omega again so soon, and he let the rising steam soothe his raging impulses.

“How did you know your throat was healed?” he asked, nosing Steve’s hair while remaining safely away from the bite zone.

“You’re the one who spouted that crazy stuff about us healing each other, dipshit.” Steve was lathering up a ton of bubbles around his crotch, which was… Screw it, a fun watch. “Seriously, I’m tempted to put that to the test. You know, smack you in the mouth just so I can kiss you better?”

“You are kidding, right?”

“Yeah. Unless you really piss me off.” Steve laughed and drew one of Eddie’s wet hands to his lips and kissed it.  “Did you say that there was a Winnebago on offer? For when it stops being so cold?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Look, Eddie. You’re basically an open book.” Steve started scrambling over onto his front, sending bubbles and water spraying. “You’re fretting your lil’ Alpha brains that I need a palace or something.”

“I was picturing a castle,” admitted Eddie, as Steve settled on top of him again, nose-to-nose and dick-to-dick.

“Jesus, you’re an idiot. Can’t you see? My life before wasn’t exactly perfect. Okay, I had nice clothes and shit, but you’ve met my mom—she’s an ogre! I only want you. For the rest of my life, that’ll be enough.”

“But a Winnebago?”

Steve pecked Eddie’s lips. “I’m telling the truth, Eddie. You could keep me in a basement or a creepy cave, and I’d be all right. In fact, I have this dumb fantasy that…” His cheeks, already pink from the steamy heat, blushed cherry-red. Eddie was curious. However, Steve swerved back onto the business in hand. “I really like the idea of a Winnebago. Cozy, and it’ll be totally big enough for my nest. To begin with, at any rate. We can save up for a bigger one in the future, for the pups. I want at least six, by the way.”

“Then we’re definitely gonna need a goddamn castle.”

Eddie beamed anyhow. Nope. Not scared anymore. How could he be, drowning in Steve’s amused gaze at point-blank range? His inner Alpha had got this. Or maybe they’d got this?

Or maybe he was simply totally, insanely in love with his soulmate.

“Okay, and for future reference, dude,” said Steve, “if I’m feeling snappy, like earlier, banana flavored ice-cream helps. I mean, it doesn’t always fix it, but I find it’s worth a shot, if I’m struggling to rein it in. Oh, and sex, of course. You got that one covered. Took your sweet time, tho’.”

Eddie grinned like an idiot. The last remnants of his tension seemed to sigh away, and he couldn’t wait to get his Omega clean and dry and straight back into their warm nest.

The End

(although there might be some more short ficlets in this universe... it's been fun to write.)

tags: @wheneverfeasible @mugloversonly @ellietheasexylibrarian

@strawberryyyenthusiast @stripey82

My Steve whump fic on AO3

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.11 |

Handing out Candy - Nico Hischier

The crisp autumn air brought a kaleidoscope of fallen leaves and the faint sounds of laughter echoed down the street. It was Halloween night, and the Jersey neighborhood was buzzing with tiny superheroes, princesses, and assorted creatures scuttling from door to door. Among them, Nico Hischier loomed large, his broad frame clad in plush wolf costume, complete with a fuzzy tail and towering ears.

He grinned mischievously from his porch, a basket overflowing with colorful candy perched on his knee. The scent of pumpkin spice wafted around him, enhancing the whimsy of the night. But the true highlight of his evening was none other than his girlfriend, who darted around the corner, her eye-catching red cape billowing behind her—Little Red Riding Hood in all her glory.

“Looks like the big bad wolf is ready to huff and puff!” she teased, planting a playful kiss on his cheek.

Nico chuckled, leaning closer, his warm breath tickling her ear. “I’m only here to hand out sweet treats tonight, not blow down any houses. Ready to scare some kids?”

“Oh, absolutely!” she laughed, twirling on her toes. “But you have to promise not to actually scare them, wolfie.”

As they settled into their roles, Nico’s big eyes softened at the sight of the children approaching. He held out the basket, a gentle glint in his eyes. “What do we have here? Candy or a howl?”

The littlest ones, a pair of pirates, gasped in delight, and one stumbled back, clutching their treasure bag tightly. Nico feigned a deep growl that sent them squealing in laughter, the innocent sound warming his heart.

With each trick-or-treater, Little Red was right beside him, dazzling everyone with her sweet smile and gentle encouragement. “Go on! Pick your favorite!” she chimed, her laughter mingling with cheers as Nico made exaggerated gestures, pretending to gobble up the candy they didn’t choose.

Between all the giggles and candy wrappers, Nico noted how happy she made everyone around her. “You know,” he said softly, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “you’re the sweetest thing in this whole neighborhood.”

Her cheeks flushed crimson beneath her hood, and she beamed back. “And you’re the greatest big bad wolf I’ve ever met.”

As the last trick-or-treater scampered away, bags crammed with goodies, Nico took her hand, pulling her close. “Same time next year?” he asked, giving her a playful nuzzle.

“Absolutely. But next year, I might be a little bit scarier,” she winked.

“Say, why don’t we put these costumes into good use?” Nico suggested, smirking.

Little red riding, Hood knew what he was saying so she started walking away with the big bad wolf behind her up the stairs, and you could think about the rest.

[cakerybakery]

“My, what big eyes you have, Grandma.” Lucifer swayed gently as he stared into the wolfman’s eyes.

The beast blinked and shook his head slightly, as though to dislodge something. “The- uhh, the better to see you with… my dear.”

Lucifer’s skirt brushed his human thighs as he swayed. The basket of goods in his hands already half ate would be a treat for later.

“My, what big ears you have, Grandma.” He could hardly keep the mirth from his voice.

The wolfman must be able to smell the blood that was already drying brown on the once red riding hood.

He had gotten a little messy with his lunch for she was a little small to properly consume.

“The better to hear you with my dear.”

“My,” Lucifer grinned, his sharp teeth drawing the wolfman’s eye. “What big teeth you have, Grandma.”

That seemed to shake the big bad wolfman from his stupor.

The wolfman growled deeply and Lucifer had to bite his lip to keep from giving up his game too soon.

He never expected when he entranced the little human girl earlier and got information about where the girl was going that he’d end up sharing the feast with the very tall and handsome wolf man. Who knew they had such similar dinner plans?

Lucifer had seen him around the forest, though the wolf man had never seen him. Lucifer was often curled up in the canopy of the trees waiting for hapless deer to wander by or in the river to wrap around a boat and gobble up its passengers.

The wolfman stalked the forest to hunt down his prey.

And Lucifer was going to enjoy being hunted by such a handsome beast.

The wolfman tensed, shifting a little to spring at him, and Lucifer got ready to run on his silly human legs.

“The better to,” the wolf snapped his short muzzle, “eat you with.”

Lucifer tried not to let his screams of delight sound too delightful. To make it sound real as he turned and ran through the small cottage, the transformed wolf now on his heels.

Out and around the cottage he led the large male. Oh how he wanted to shift and slither, so much faster with no legs than two. The wolf would never catch him if he was on his belly, but that wasn’t what Lucifer wanted. He wanted the handsome wolf. To be caught. To wrap himself around the brute and mate with him, perhaps eat him after. He did cost Lucifer the second part of his meal after all.

He let the wolf catch him. His arms pinned to the ground, the wolf turned back partly to man between his legs and the skirt falling open, those sharp canine nearly brushing Lucifer’s neck to take a bite.

His screaming be must have been too real for as Lucifer arched his back and exposed his neck for the beast, he saw the glimmer of steel as it sliced towards the wolfman. His wolfman.

With speed of his fastest strike, he half transformed, and wrapped around the wolfman, rolling them away from the huntsman’s swing.

Before the huntsman had a chance to do more than wonder where the creature had gone, Lucifer struck. Wrapping the human in his coils and sinking his poisoned fangs into the huntsman’s throat.

He dropped the now paralyzed prey and slithered back to the wolfman.

The wolfman backed up in surprise and flinched as Lucifer reached out.

“I’m sorry. Did I frighten you, my handsome wolf?” Lucifer’s flicked his tongue out and he could taste the uncertainty in the air. “Perhaps I can offer you dinner?” He gestured back towards the still alive and awake man. “I ate a little girl this morning and was hoping to eat her grandmother. You, I believe, ate a grandmother and was hoping to eat a little girl. He is a rather large meal. More than I can eat at once with my belly half full, and, dare I suggest, more than you can eat with yours half full. Might we split him in half?”

Wolfman licked his lips, “I suppose it’s the polite thing to do.”

He got up from the ground and together they advanced on the human.

Transforming into a full wolf first, Lucifer’s dinner date dug into the meal.

Lucifer happily watched and let him eat his fill before shedding the stolen clothing and fully transforming into his serpent form to eat the rest.

The wolfman took his in between form once more and took a seat under a large tree to rest. Lucifer curled loosely around him in a coil. Transforming partly human as well to cuddle up to the large warm male.

“I’ve seen you around, mister wolf, but I never got your name.”

“Adam. I’ve not seen you around.” Adam looked uncertainly at him but didn’t push Lucifer away. “Do you have a name?”

“Hmm, yes.” Lucifer licked some blood from Adam’s neck, “the villagers that have escaped my strike called me Lucifer, the devil. I’m not sure what that is, but they seem frightened of it. So I like it. Were you named by the humans as well?”

“In a way. I was human. Once. Humans left me to die as a child and I was taken in by the wolves of the forest.” He spoke as though it was inconsequential. “The queen mother and father bit me so I could transform into a wolf like they were and raised me as one of their own.”

That was disappointing. The wolfman was likely already someone else’s then. “You have a mate then?”

“Once, she was shot by the humans. Her fur warms some human’s cubs instead of our own.”

Oh! He’s single then.

Sad about his wife, Lucifer supposed. His people were more solitary, but he knew wolves loved their packs. “If I’d known about your cubs, I would have offered to let them have the rest of him. Perhaps I can hunt you a lovely deer? I saw a pretty red one earlier this week. Its hide would be lovely for your den.”

Adam looked tempted but shook his head no. “Thank you. But my cubs are grown now. With cubs of their own. It was many years ago that my Eve was taken from me.”

“And where is your pack? I always see you alone and out during the day as I try to sleep. I’ve seen packs at night while I move about. But never you.” Lucifer would remember seeing such a large and beautiful wolf running through the woods.

“I eat more than the others and can hunt alone, so I keep the den and cubs safe at night. Besides, when I hunt during the day it keeps most of the humans from venturing into the woods.” Adam let out a barking laugh, “They fear the wolf beast that’s eaten so many hunters and it keeps my pack safe from those monsters.”

So that’s why there were so few humans in the woods and yet so many boats on the river. Well, Lucifer was grateful for the meals Adam drove his way.

“Then, you’re free until nightfall?” Lucifer’s coils tightened and him moved on top of Adam’s bare chest so he could look into Adam’s golden eyes. “Because I can think of something to do to while away the time.” He rubbed his cloaca against the mammal’s reproductive organs and was pleased the feel Adam’s hands touching his body.

“Oh? Do you now?” Adam seemed to consider him for a moment before shrugging. “Never been one to feed then fuck, but you were kind enough to share when you didn’t have to, so I suppose an exception can be made.” The beast licked Lucifer glossy scaled skin and Lucifer found he quite liked that.

They writhed and rolled in the fallen leaves and pine needles, grasping and rutting against each other until they both found release.

Curled up on Adam’s warm chest and played with the fur he found there, Lucifer was content. They cuddled, digested, and chatted until it started to get dark and the first howls started.

Adam needed to get up to watch his grandcubs for the evening while his pack hunted. They said their goodbyes and Lucifer slithered off back to the human’s cottage.

He had been awake far longer than he usually was. The little human child had been such an easy target when her singing had woken him up that he decided to eat a day or two earlier than normal.

The cottage had some lovely beams he could curl up in for the night.

[emiko-matsui]

Can't you hear that scratching? There's something at the door. The wind has picked us up now and we're hanging in the air as you grip me like an animal that you're about to spear. "Be good to me," I whisper. You say "What?" and I say "Nothing, dear." // I make shipwrecks out of my dress and the door below it splinters and the creature creeps inside. We fall into each other and the scratching grows so loud because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out.

I've never seen a diamond in the flesh, I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies, and I'm not proud of my address, in this torn up town there's no postcode envy. But every song is like gold teeth, grey goose, tripping in the bathroom, blood stains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel rooms.

Take me away into the night, out of the hum of the streetlights and into the forest. I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark, scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in a mask of a familiar name.

If you go out beyond those trees your palms will sweat, you'll nock your knees, and the creatures you'll encounter there will gobble you up for good. There's dangers lurking just outside, but no need to be terrified, this simple advice can be applied: never go into the woods! Wolves and bears will eat you there—they'll drag you to their den.

This town is dying—why are they like this? God keeps on lying and they try to hide it. They're setting fire to the churches tonight, the shadows dance on the wall waiting for the answers to their call.

I ate dinner with beasts, crinkled hands, and red cheeks looking at my body like it's food. // Burn the witch alive, drink our dirty water, be prepared for the Mississippi slaughter.

Blood was spilt along this road and you cannot wash it white with snow. Everything here is built on bones. // Visions you don't want to see, hide your face from prophecy. A soldier not from woman born will come for you, you have been warned.

To all things housed in her silence nature offers a violence. The bear that keeps to his own line, the wolf that seeks his own kind. // The ground walked here is a wonder. It never ceases to hunger. All things nature has given she takes back from the living.

Come and get some, skinning the children for a war drum put in the front of the table selling bombs and guns. It's quicker and easier to eat your young. // It's a kindness, highness, crumbs enough for everyone. Old and young are welcome to the meal. Honey, I'm making sure the table's done.

Now I'm considered ugly from every angle, you're the only beauty I don't want to strangle. Can't you hear me crying out for guidance? // There's no sympathetic victims anywhere. There's blood in my hair.

Oh, girl, your story's all wrong and your dream will be a nightmare before too long. // When the sirens wailed and the bombs fell we ran from the schoolyard and into hell, and what we could've been time will never tell.

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolour eyes, you who bares all your teeth in every smile. He says, "I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me," while a stranger braids my hair back out on the streets. // As sharp and serious as a pistol in the eye, my heart is full of swords.

Marrow made a wife of Eve, but no one gave up a rib for me or mine. My heart did expose to the elements calloused and untouched by man's design. Oh, my ugly organs... // The dark doesn't frighten me, I chose to close my eyes. It is mine, it is mine.

Embarrassed by her anger she slept amidst the rocks and as dreamland came to take her it seemed the moon began to talk. It said, "Oh, my little nothing, I am jealous of your voice for though the tides obey my orders, know my orders aren't my choice."

I don't want your half-baked sympathy. When did it save those in need? Still, I thought that angels did exist, but now I hope they plan to end it quick because Friday is black for me. Only my ashes will see the sea.

Which wolf wins? I guess it really depends, you just gotta wait and see which one's appetite is the biggest. Turns out I'm living in a horror film where I'm both the killer and the final girl. // Everyone is a bad guy and there's no way to know who's the worst. Karma's gonna come for all of us and I hope, I hope, I just hope she comes for you first.

You know how folks are afraid of the wolf? If you really stop and think, throughout time, between a wolf and a shepherd, who do you think has killed more sheep?

Please picture me in the weeds before I learned civility, I used to scream ferociously any time I wanted. // Though I can't recall your face I've still got love for you. Pack your dolls and a sweater, we'll move to India forever. Passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long...

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. I know it's true that visions are seldom what they seem, but if I know you I know what you'll do—you'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.

Once I was lost in the woods. I saw a girl in a hood and she told me I should stick to the path, wolves will plot behind your back. // Soon she was out of my sight, her red hood a phantom in the night, and that's when I saw the wolves appear (but they filled me with ease and not with fear). So I went into the night shedding the skin of my old life as I got deeper and deeper within (and I howled at the moon and at the wind).

ylfa snorgelsson | farewell wanderlust, the amazing devil // royals, lorde // candles, daughter // never go into the woods, the cog is dead // everyone's dying (grandma's drunk again), roe kapara // us and pigs, isella // built on bones, emily scott robinson // blood in the snow, hozier // eat your young, hozier // we will commit wolf murder, of montreal // grandmother song, vienna teng // dear arkansas daughter, lady lamb // ribs, the crane wives // oh my little nothing, kyle stibbs // black friday, angela giarratana // you first, paramore // the saint of lost causes, justin townes earle // seven, taylor swift // once upon a dream, lana del rey // lost in the woods, honey magpie

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Fanfic - Nightmares

The drone quarters in the rundown wing of the Elliott Manor were quiet at this time of night, Louisa and James had long since gone to bed so there were no direct orders to obey, and the night workers were busy in the manor.

J sat in the shared room she had with N. She loathed having to share a space with him, but they were both built by Tessa so they didn't have a choice. She sat on her recharge-station bed reading one of her favourites which was Wolf of Wall Street.

N was busy already sleeping, slightly giggling in his sleep as he was dreaming of puppy dogs while on his own charger bed.

J scowled at N's giggles and set down her book, but as soon as she did, she could hear rapid footsteps coming down the hall... and... crying? The ponytailed worker drone got off of her bed and opened the door to see who was making all that noise, worried they'd awaken the other workers. She saw Tessa, who was now 9 years old, running towards the door, tears streaming down her face.

The ebony haired girl ran straight into J's arms and started crying louder.

J hugged Tessa back and rubbed the darling Elliott girl's back. "There there, Tessa, I'm here."

N was pulled awake by the sound and looked over. "Oh no, Miss Tessa!" he exclaimed before he ran over too.

J stopped hugging Tessa and knelt down slightly so she was lower than Tessa to be more comforting. She held Tessa's right hand as she inquired in a gentle voice, "What happened, do you wanna tell me?"

The curly haired butler-bot took his handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to Tessa to dry her tears.

Tessa accepted the little yellow pocket square and wiped the tears from her grey eyes. She whimpered like a frightened puppy, "I had a really bad dream. I... I was in the place with the statues... and Mother was trying to find me..." She hugged the both of her drones tightly as she cried, "And then there was this monster with cameras and claws... I... I screamed for Father, and you two but no one was there." She hugged N and J tighter, if they could breathe, they wouldn't be able to.

N soothed reassuringly, "That sounds really scary, do you want some milk and cookies?"

Tessa let go of them and nodded quietly.

J stood up and helped Tessa onto her shoulders. "Come on, little princess, let's go get you a snack."

Tessa held onto the top of J's head carefully, she giggled as her favourite worker drone carried her.

N ran after, trying to keep up.

The three headed to the kitchen, letting Tessa sit on the counter like she liked to do when her parents weren't home.

N brought Tessa some dark chocolate chip and cinnamon cookies and a glass of milk.

J smiled slightly seeing her favourite human ecstatic to be gobbling up cookies like she had never seen food before.

Tessa chugged the milk and then giggled as she pointed out to N and J, "Look, I have a moustache! A milk moustache!" She made a silly face.

N laughed at Tessa's silliness.

"You feeling better yet?" J asked, she was still worried about Tessa.

"Can we stay up until morning?" the girl in the green nightgown asked worriedly, "I don't wanna sleep if I'm going to have bad dreams."

The silver haired maid hopped up onto the counter next to Tessa and gently informed while holding the little girl's hands comfortingly, "Tessa, you need sleep. You're not a robot, you have to take care of yourself."

"I'm scared, J... I'm really scared," Tessa admitted, her voice wavering with the sound of tears about to return.

N chimed in, "What if we had a sleepover? We stay in your room for the night and keep the nightmares away,"

J raised a digital eyebrow in annoyance and bemusement. "We?"

Tessa's eyes twinkled, blinking her tears away, her frown crept into a smile. "Please, J-bird. If both of you are there, then I'll feel extra-extra safe."

J didn't want to be around N, but, Tessa's wants were far more important to her. She patted the girl on the back and responded, "Tell ya what, N and I will sit on either side of you, then no bad dreams can sneak up and get you."

N nodded happily.

The walk back up to Tessa's room was quiet but very happy. Tessa walked in the middle of the hallway, N holding her left hand and J holding her right hand.

Tessa let go of her drones' hands when they got back to her bedroom, she ran over to her bookshelf of taxidemy birds and pat them one by one on the head, she then went to her bed and put on the faerie lights in the canopy by pressing a button on the wall.

J sat down on the bed next to Tessa on her right side, reassuring gently, "We're going to be right here if you need us, Tessa."

N trilled as he sat on the girl's right side, "Yep, just squeeze our hand REAL tight if you have another nightmare, and we'll wake up and give you a biiiig hug."

J smiled at N, not a malicious or fake smile, but a genuine one. She was glad that she had someone else in that moment to help Tessa.

Tessa got back under her fluffy blanket with glow in the dark star print before she glanced to both of them. "Can you two sit closer?"

N and J moved closer to Tessa, sitting on either side of their favourite human.

Tessa yawned and softly trilled, "Thank you, both of you," before she rested her head on the pillow. Her choppy elbow length hair, that she had cropped herself a couple months ago, was fanned out around her head like an onyx halo. The last thing she heard before she drifted fully off to sleep was her two drones' voices.

"Sweet dreams, little sunshine" N whispered.

"We're always going to be here for you, princess," J soothed.

N and J looked at each other, both smiling happily. J responded in a whisper, "Sometimes we make a pretty good team, just don't get used to it."

N whisper giggled, "It's ok, I understand. But, anything for Miss Tessa."

Tessa didn't have any more bad dreams that night, she dreamed of having a picnic in the sun with N and J out in the garden, going to the swing by the graveyard, and going to the gazebo at the overlook to watch birds.

N and J stayed the whole night by Tessa's side, like two loyal guard dogs.

The End.

[agentrouka-blog]

This is such a small thing to be mad about, but Ned being all 'oh sansa you can't go to the tourney' in AGOT pissed me off. What do you MEAN you won't 'subject your daughters to this folly???' It's a tourney, fool! A special event that Sansa (as a highborn lady, daughter to the Hand AND the prince's bethrothed to boot!) would've been required to go anyways! It would've been an insult and weird af if she DIDN'T go! Just because you know its a waste of money doesn't mean Sansa has to suffer for it, the tourney's gonna happen no matter what, just let her have fun.

Gah, the more I think about the Sansa Ned stuff in AGOT the more I'm surprised Sansa didn't throw a tantrum especially at that age. Girly has more grace and patience than I ever could have.

It's painful to witness.

It's politically inept, making himself invisible to the public in this way. He's isolated at court. There's already been a violent incident and a rift between him and the king and the Lannisters. He won't attend the tourney in his own name. He's making them all look weak and irrelevant. He gathers no support, and the common people gobble up the idea that he commited treason later on. He made Sansa's life his cover story, he killed her wolf over it, and he's not even taking it seriously for his investigation, let alone its impact on Sansa at any level.

It's also so emotionally myopic, disregarding the one thing Sansa gets excited about since he murdered her wolf. Instead of trying to repair their relationship - instead of realizing it needs repairing! - he keeps taking his general frustration out on her. So slow to let her enjoy something, so quick to yell.

The Hound literally threatens to kill her at the end of the first day of the tourney. The daughter of the Hand of the King. Betrothed of the crown prince. Threatened and manhandled by an alcoholic child killer. Alone outside at night with no witnesses, no protection. Because she had no escort but one unreliable septa. At an event of this scale. And Ned couldn't be bothered to go with her. That's how weak they are.

And she never even tells Ned. Because she already internalized he would find a way to yell at her about it, cut her off from something she cares about, or maybe not do anything at all anyway.

And just look at when she actually does throw a tantrum out of sheer despair of being treated like an object. Does he finally try to talk to her, just once, just for a second? Of course not. He has important business to do walking into a trap.

The man set out to do a thing (solve Jon Arryn's murder), he was so determined that he sacrificed Sansa at the altar of this mission in every way, and he so objectively failed at it, it's almost hard to believe.

People act like Ned choosing to save Sansa's life at the end is somehow this super noble act. As opposed to once again throwing her under the bus? Literally letting her be killed for his honor this time, instead of Lady? Yeah, he chose not to do that. Wow. Dad of the year.

[hedwig221b]

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Light chilly wind tickled the pages of the book that the omega held on his knees, and whined pitifully after failed attempts to capture his attention. Bundled up in black leather, scratchy wool and furs, Stiles watched a couple of birds stealing bits of frozen fat from the feeder, yet his mind was far away. A tender smile kept tugging the corner of his mouth up.

They were going to have a baby.

Stiles closed his eyes and huffed at the silly grin that took over his lips. He’d been like that for days now, feeling like he could float above the ground and dance with the snowflakes from how happy and light he felt.

He always thought that pregnancy would be a dark time for him. Looming death aside, he worried that he wouldn’t want a child from someone he despised, would break at the thought of another being living inside him. Yet, with Derek…

Stiles’ heart fluttered, as he traced the black droplets of words on the page.

Derek.

His precious face after he learned about the babe was still fresh in Stiles’ mind. His eyes were wide in fear, his closed mouth tight in awe and disbelief. When Derek told him what beautiful sound had just reached his ears, Stiles grinned and laughed, and swept his alpha in a victorious embrace. He didn’t say a word about the glistening of Derek’s eyes, how tight the alpha held him, or how he kept choking on words of love and gratuitousness.

Their little heaven, that’s what it was.

Oh, they would be so joyous, the three of them! They would—

Stiles frowned. He blinked the world back into his mind and inclined his head.

Someone was breathing heavily.

The omega turned his head this way and that yet saw no one. He was hiding from curious people in the gardens, just a touch inside of the crusted walls of the pine labyrinth. Stiles only dared to go far when Derek was beside him.

Someone stifled a moan.

With his heart slamming on his ribs, Stiles stood up, and looked closely into the needly teal blue bushes, but—

Stiles went still.

A man, broad and red in the face, stood hidden behind the bald spot in the wall. He was noble, from the looks of his clothes. His intense, half-lidded gaze was set on Stiles, as he took quick inhales. One of his hands was down near his groin, and he was—

Stiles shut his half-opened mouth, fighting the stomach bile that rose in his throat, swiveled around and ran.

It felt like, all of a sudden, he was covered in slimy dirt, gobbled up by the deepest moor with no way out.

The thin cover of snow crunched under his feet, and his breathing trailed after him like a cloud. The pikes of the castle towers sliced the grey sky above him. He needed to get inside. Away from… from…

His appeal would haunt him forever, Stiles realized, and even marriage wasn’t able to guarantee him peace. They smiled at him, while their gazes trailed across his body; they said nice things, yet who knew what was on their minds?

No wonder no one dared to speak to him in Derek’s presence. The wolf would’ve sniffed the lies out.

He would never go outside alone again. Fuck this. He would whine and tease, but he would drag Derek out of his boring meetings to have a stroll without men watching him and—

Stiles let out a sharp shout as someone caught his wrist.

“Don’t tell him,” a deep but pleading voice uttered.

Stiles inhaled sharply at the sight of the same man, then quickly broke out of his hold and stepped back.

“Don’t you touch me,” his voice trembled from anger and disgust.

The man’s face was red from the cold. His small brown eyes hooked onto Stiles’ face, with an animal fear trashing in them.

“He’ll kill me,” he exclaimed, following after Stiles. “Please, I— I haven’t even done anything—”

“You did enough,” Stiles bared his teeth, walking backward.

The man’s face went white. He lifted his hands, ready to fold them in prayer. “You cannot blame me for your beauty. You’re a curse to us all. You don’t even know how many of us you—” he stuttered, noticing something behind Stiles, then let out a scream and took off running.

Stiles didn’t even have time to turn, as a dozen warrior wolves swept past him in pursuit. Cold air burned his throat, as he stared at the inevitable. They would catch him. That man wasn’t—

He let out a scream, as someone grabbed his shoulders, and dropped his book. His heart stuttered as he saw who it was.

“What did he do?” Derek snarled, looking over Stiles’ face.

The wolf caught him, as Stiles sagged against him. Pushing his face into Derek’s chest, Stiles gulped greedily, grounding himself in the safety of his scent. His hands clutched at the lapels of the wolf’s big coat.

Derek pulled him close with his arms sliding across his back. “Tell me.”

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the sour burning in his throat. “Nothing, he… He watched me and…”

“And?”

“Pleasured himself.”

Derek’s silence covered Stiles’ skin in goosebumps.

He didn’t want to look, but as the screaming got louder, as the excited yips and growls grew closer, Stiles turned his head and nearly flinched.

The wolves dropped the blood-covered pale man at their feet and stepped back. He didn’t try to run again, instead shaking uncontrollably and pleading for something.

Derek took Stiles’ chin and turned his head to look into his eyes.

His irises were burning fire.

“I want you to watch.”

It was an order, the one that Stiles found himself immediately nodding over. Derek wanted to show him something. So he would.

A strange calmness settled over him, as Derek’s hands left him. Stiles watched in detachment as Derek walked over slowly to the cowering man and inclined his head.

“Did you like what you saw?” he asked in what seemed like a normal voice. Yet, his eyes still burned.

The man sniffled. “N-no.”

Derek smirked. “Liar.”

He began circling the man with measured steps, his hands locked behind his back.

“You think I don’t know the feeling?” he asked. “I know how my mate looks. How he smells. Can you smell him?”

“No, no, please…” the man slobbered over himself, shaking his head.

“Right, you can’t. You’re human.” Suddenly, he turned his head towards the wolves. “But you can.”

Stiles had never seen the warrior wolves this still. Some whined, some stood frozen with their ears flattened and backs hunched, pressed down by the force of submission.

The winds picked up.

“I know how it feels to look at him,” Derek continued, pinning a dozen wolves with one stare. “I am no different to you in that desire. He’s divine, isn’t he?” Derek met Stiles’ wide gaze and smiled coldly, before turning back. “All of you want him in your bed — or, anywhere, really. I hear what you whisper amongst yourselves, I see where your gaze falls.”

The nobleman made a pathetic sight. He seemed to stop listening to his leader, and just pleaded, shaking his head and rocking back and forth. The wolves stood frozen.

Derek put his foot under the man’s chin and lifted it from the ground, before catching his face in his hands. Long claws pierced through his cheeks, forcing a wail out of the damned soul.

Stiles shivered but continued watching.

“My mate is irresistible, yet my wolves learned to resist,” Derek murmured, studying the man’s snot-covered face. “I don’t think you would.”

“No! Have mercy! I will resist, I would never look at him anymore—”

Derek smiled. “Of that I am sure.”

He cupped the man’s cheeks, put the tips of his claws against the man’s eyes and pushed.

This, Stiles couldn’t bear. He closed his eyes and turned away, but the blood-curdling scream still reached his ears.

And it didn’t stop.

Stiles could barely hear Derek’s “Make his death slow, else you’ll suffer the same fate.” to his wolves over the wailing. This time, when the alpha took him by the shoulders, he didn’t flinch.

“Let’s go have a bath,” Derek muttered to him, his voice gentle as always. “You must be cold…”

Stiles laid his hand over Derek’s and held it, seeking reassurance in the slick hot bloodied skin.

“Join me?” he asked quietly, barely heard over the sound of tearing flesh and sharp cries.

“If I ever refuse, consider me dead.”

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Empty Promises

Tags: feedism, hunting, pred/prey, foreplay to vore, not explicit, dumb piggy Jungkook, huge greedy wolf Namjoon.

Fattened piggy hybrid Jungkook is too dumb and trusting to realize that huge wolf Namjoon is going to gobble him up...

The massive wolf found him gorging on strawberries, hunting the porky scent and finding a delicious hog just waiting to be devoured. Namjoon purrs and compliments him, rubbing a paw on Jungkook's tubby belly and giving the rich chub a pat to see how much he jiggles.

"Oh~ piggy is nice and fat, aren't you?" He cooes, buttering up the prey with praise.

Jungkook beams up at him. As a pig, being called fat is the best compliment he could ever get! He is! He's a good hog! He's been warned about wolves but... well this one is so pretty and nice! And wolves are usually lean and scary. This one is large and round and so soft and squishy. A big belly is a sign of happiness, just like his own! He makes a happy little oink.

"Piggy is!" He proudly pushes out his gut full of sugary strawberries. "Fat and healthy!"

Namjoon chuckles. Oh this prey will be so easy to snatch up and devour. Pigs aren't known for being the brightest... but this one should have some basic survival instincts, right? Or is he just that dumb? Namjoon’s own gut is heavy and round from over eating delicious prey. Wolves don't get this fat from letting plump pigs pass by...

He leans in. "Why doesn't a pretty little pig like yourself come over for dinner?" He purrs to him. "Wolfie will feed you up like you deserve, little pig..." he caresses Jungkook’s tubby side rolls. "Stuff you and fatten you so heavy that you can't get up. Then Alpha will... enjoy you."

Jungkook squeals with delight, thinking he's going to be fucked full of cum. He nods so fast his doubled chins jiggle, and happily follows the wolf back to his den, staying within the predator's petting claws as the wolf makes sure that any other predators around know that this prey is claimed.

Namjoon’s greedy gut growls in excitement that this fatty is going to be his dinner as Jungkook obliviously waddles along, excited at the promise of being fattened up to immobility with just one meal...

[twistedtummies2]

Top 15 Werewolves

If there is a specific trifecta of truly classic monsters - a Terrible Trio as iconic together as they are separate - it would undoubtedly be Count Dracula, Frankenstein’s Monster, and the Werewolf. The interesting thing there is that, while “Dracula” and “Frankenstein” are specific creations, the werewolf is more woolgathering. (Ha-Ha! Sheep puns for the win!) There is no Bram Stoker or Mary Shelley novel for the werewolf that everyone looks to for inspiration and remakes, reimagines, or re-adapts over and over again. Yet, at the same time, the idea of the werewolf is older than either Dracula or Frankenstein and his progeny: werewolf myths can be traced back all the way to Ancient Greece. That’s older than even most vampire legends! And that, dear readers, is probably why this list proved…challenging. I could go on and on about the symbolism of the werewolf, the themes present in most werewolf tales, the appeal and evolution of the concept, and so on…but I’m not going to right here in this introduction, for two reasons. First of all, because I will have ample room to bring those things up throughout the countdown…and second of all, because I just want to state OH MY FREAKING GOD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD IT WAS TRYING TO MAKE THIS LIST. This was sincerely one of the most frustratingly tricky lists for me to sort out that I’ve ever made. There are multiple reasons why, but it ultimately comes down to two major ones: first, much like with vampires, I haven’t seen every single werewolf-related thing under the Sun. So I knew there were a lot of really popular werewolves that I couldn’t rightfully include simply because I don’t know anything about them. Second, for the ones I DID know, it was hard to figure out what would make certain characters count, and what would help determine who ranked higher than others. There were just a lot of different factors to consider. Just as there were two major issues that made this difficult, I ultimately made my choices based on two points. First, I decided to exclude characters who were anthropomorphic wolves, but weren’t necessarily werewolves: to qualify, the characters in question had to either shapeshift from a more human form to a more wolf-like form, or - if they were in the same form all the time - the human side had to be more the focus. Second, I simply asked myself one question: “What characters do I think of most when I think of werewolves?” That was really the plain and simple point, and I tried to approach my rankings based on that: this is not a list of the “hottest” or the “coolest” werewolves, and it is not a list of the most sympathetic or the scariest werewolves, nor is it - for a change - a list about which ones I’d rather play or write for the most. I’m still not sure the ranking here is in any way definitive. If there are wolf characters you don’t see here that you really love (I KNOW there WILL be, frankly), the chances are high that I either just don’t know them, or they just didn’t make the cut because, again, this was a very difficult list to sort out in general. If you don’t like it, make your own. :P With that said…in honor of Halloween, here are My Top 15 Favorite Werewolves!

15. Grimm, Caesar, and Douglas Wolf.

From the games “A Villain’s Twisted Heart,” “Ozmafia,” and “Lost Alice,” respectively. I decided to include all three of these characters in the same spot because a.) I like all three of them roughly the same, and b.) all three of them have a lot in common. Grimm, Caesar, and Douglas are all “anime boi” type characters, all of them originate from fairy-tale themed romance games from Japan, and all three of them are their universe’s version of the Big Bad Wolf from “Little Red Riding Hood.” All three also start off the stories they appear in as villainous characters: brutal, vicious, murderous monsters, who will gobble you up as soon as look at you. However, in all three cases, as their stories in the games go on, you do see more sympathetic sides to them; in the cases of Grimm and Caesar, you even have the option and ability to fall in love with them. Douglas remains a villain to the end, but that’s about the only EXTREMELY major difference within the trio, at least that’s worth noting for this countdown. While I love all three characters, and the obvious eye candy cannot be ignored, I frankly don’t tend to think of “sexy anime guys” first when I think of the word “werewolf,” so I decided to place them very low on the list. Sorry, for any (if any) who were hoping they’d be higher.

14. Keaton, from Fire Emblem.

Yet another “anime boi” character. (Don’t worry, if you’re not a fan; they won’t be in great abundance from this point on.) I’m not SUPER familiar with the Fire Emblem universe as a whole, but I AM fairly well-versed with at least one character, and that is Keaton. He is the leader of a pack of lycanthropes referred to as “Wolfskins”: a tribe of barbaric, man-eating hunters living in the mountains of Nohr. They are able to shapeshift from an appearance that looks basically human, but with some wolf-like traits, to huge, hulking, grotesque monsters that are even more wolfish in form. At first, Keaton is an enemy of the main characters, but he ultimately becomes an ally and a friend and joins forces with the heroes on their journey. Keaton is one of those characters I love who effectively has two different sides to his personality: on the one hand, he’s a bloodthirsty sadist who makes no secret of the fact he enjoys tormenting his prey, and even collects the bones of some of his victims. On the other hand, however, once he comes to trust you and care about you - which is absolutely possible - he suddenly becomes flat out adorable: just a scruffy, silly puppy dog who likes to act all big and scary, but really is a softy. The funny part about this is that neither side is a facade for the other: Keaton is both a savage beast and a sweetheart, and that dichotomy is just so interesting to see at work.

13. Eddie Munster, from The Munsters.

From Japanese gaming guys, to suburban USA; what a segue. “The Munsters” was a 1960s sitcom series, inspired by the popularity of “The Addams Family,” which was going on around the same time. Though it only lasted two seasons, the show made a big impact, largely due to its interesting premise: it featured a family of Universal Monsters, interacting with the normal folks of the American town around them. While the original Wolfman - here called “Uncle Lester” - did appear in a couple of episodes, the most prominent werewolf character of the series was Eddie Munster: the daughter of Herman Munster (Frankenstein’s Monster) and his lovely bride, Lily (Dracula’s Daughter). How they gave birth to Eddie is beyond me, but regardless, Eddie is probably the friendliest and most adorable werewolf you could ever meet. The character didn’t start off that way, though: in earlier ideas for the show, including an unaired pilot, Eddie was a vicious, bratty little gremlin. However, by the time the show officially aired, the character had changed into a loving, happy young fellow who simply enjoyed spending time with his dad and was never seen without his beloved werewolf plushy, Woof-Woof. The character was originally played by Butch Patrick on the TV show; like other Munsters characters, Eddie has been reimagined and reinterpreted a few times over the years, but not a single version has really had the success that the original had.

12. Jiro, from Kamen Rider Kiva.

And now we return to Japan, though this time in the world of live-action media. I’ve mentioned “Kamen Rider Kiva” a couple times this month, and on other past occasions, but for those who don’t already know: the long and the short of “Kamen Rider Kiva” is a Japanese superhero show themed around Universal Monsters. One of the main characters of the series is our resident anti-hero, Jiro - a.k.a. Garuru - the last of the Wolfen Race. Most of his most prominent appearances take place in the past scenes of the series, set in 1986. For much of that section of the series, Jiro is an antagonistic presence; unlike Universal’s Wolfman, he isn’t a tortured soul tormented by his animal nature, but instead a cynic who sees the world of humans as corrupt and filled with folly. He enjoys devouring people whole, especially young women, and is as seductive as he is dangerous. However, as the series goes on, he shows more and more of a noble side to his character. By the time of the present day in the show, Jiro has changed his ways, and now works alongside Riki (the Frankenstein Monster character) and Ramon (the Creature From the Black Lagoon) to assist the main protagonist, Wataru, on his quest to defeat the vampiric Fangires. In his human form, Jiro was played by Kenji Matsuda. As Garuru, he was played by Seiji Takaiwa.

11. Man-Wolf AND Werewolf By Night, from Marvel.

Just as Marvel has had many wizards and vampires, it is also home to multiple werewolves. And just as I credited two vampires from the comic company in the past, I’m going to credit two werewolves. First, there’s Man-Wolf; a recurring foe of Spider-Man. The Man-Wolf is actually John Jameson, the son of J. Jonah Jameson. John is an astronaut, who was transformed into the monstrous Man-Wolf thanks to a mysterious ruby he found while exploring the Moon. (As you do.) The jewel was grafted to his skin, and though it was eventually removed safely, John has returned to his Man-Wolf form off-and-on throughout comics history. Next, there’s the Werewolf By Night. A couple of people have held this title, the first and most famous being Jack Russell: a man whose entire bloodline is plagued by the curse of the werewolf. Initially a drifting beast of ambiguous alignment, the Werewolf By Night now uses his lycanthropic abilities to battle other supernatural terrors and criminal powers. While neither character is a household name, both have shown up in other media multiple times; Werewolf By Night, for instance, recently got a very interesting short film adaptation in the MCU, where Jack Russell was played by Gael Garcia Bernal. As for Man-Wolf, while John has appeared multiple times, his werewolf alter-ego isn’t QUITE as common. His most popular appearances have been in cartoon shows like “Spider-Man Unlimited” and “Ultimate Spider-Man.”

10. Ethan Chandler, from Penny Dreadful.

“Penny Dreadful” was a Showtime series that was made in homage to the various characters and tropes of “Ye Olde Gothic Horror.” The main cast consisted of a combination of original characters, as well as figures from famous works of dark classic literature, such as “Dracula” and “Frankenstein.” Ethan Chandler - played by Josh Hartnett - was sort of in-between. At the start of the series, Ethan is a gunslinger working as a performer for a Wild Bill style traveling show. He leaves show business - albeit reluctantly - after being offered a job as a bodyguard by the two main protagonists of the series, Vanessa Ives and Sir Malcolm Murray. Ethan thus joins them on their quest to find the vampire that kidnapped Sir Malcolm’s daughter and Vanessa’s friend, Mina, and thus the series is set in motion. However, things take a turn when it’s revealed Ethan has some dark secrets of his own: his real name is Ethan Talbot, and he is - what else? - a werewolf. (Interestingly, while Ethan’s true name was inspired by the Wolfman, Josh Hartnett’s werewolf makeup was inspired by an earlier Universal werewolf, the Werewolf of London.) As a man, Ethan is a charming, heroic, attractive fellow, albeit not one without flaws. When he becomes a werewolf, however, he turns into a feral, monstrous beast that has no other purpose but to kill. As a werewolf, Ethan recognizes neither friend nor foe, simply lashing out in bestial fury at anything and anyone that enters his path. As the series goes on, Ethan’s werewolf nature becomes more and more a focal point of his character, eventually leading him on a journey back home to America, where he must try to come to grips with the ghosts of his past. While Ethan’s actual werewolf form didn’t show up very often throughout the show, this just made the moments where he gave in to the beast within all the more impactful and interesting.

9. Jon Talbain, from Darkstalkers.

I’ve brought up Darkstalkers two or three times throughout this month, and it seems I must do so one last time. For those who don’t already know, this classic fighting game series was a tribute to the Universal Monsters, with characters inspired by Count Dracula, Frankenstein’s Monster, the Mummy, the Creature From the Black Lagoon, and others. Jon Talbain is our resident werewolf of this universe, and while I actually only recently got into this series and its lore, I actually knew about Talbain for a long time. The character seems to be one of the more popular in the franchise, and I’d seen a great many pieces of fanart featuring him long before I actually looked into the games and spin-off materials. Talbain is a bizarre combo of the Wolfman and Bruce Lee…no, seriously. Those were the two separate influences on his character. Talbain has been plagued by the werewolf’s curse since birth: his parents were a human and a werewolf respectively. He has lived as an orphan most of his life, as his mother died in childbirth, and his father apparently left early on. Talbain finds his lycanthropy a curse, as he is shunned by human society, which he has since formed a bit of a grudge against. While not necessarily evil, Talbain sees humanity as corrupt, prejudicial, and untrustworthy; he doesn’t go out of his way to hurt people, instead hoping to find a way to fight his primal urges, but he has no love for humanity as a whole. Now, that’s all well and good, but your probably wondering where the Bruce Lee side of things kicks in: to try and keep his powers in check, Talbain took to studying martial arts, and his moveset in the games, and his taunts, are inspired by Lee’s, with a bit of supernatural spookiness thrown in here and there. I think it’s the exposure to the aforementioned fanworks, before even learning much of the universe, that gets Jon so high in the ranks; I always liked the character’s design and the bare basics of what I knew from those pieces, and learning about him AS a character has only intensified that interest.

8. The Three Werewolves from Van Helsing.

Yes, once more we return to Stephen Sommers’ less successful attempt at managing the Universal Monsters, following his generally more lauded work with “The Mummy.” A critical and box office failure, “Van Helsing” - a tribute to classic “Monster Mash” movies of the 40s - nevertheless gained a cult following, and while it has its fair share of detractors, it also has a decent number of fans. I suppose you can count me as among them, since I do consider the movie to be something of a guilty pleasure; it’s completely over-the-top and insane, and that’s part of the fun. While characters like Dracula and the Frankenstein Monster are prominently featured, the film chooses not to adapt the Wolfman specifically, and instead gives us three different werewolves! The first is an unnamed, somewhat older-looking lycanthrope, whom Dracula sics on the last members of the Valerious family: Anna, one of the main protagonists, and her brother, Velkan. Although Velkan succeeds in slaying this werewolf, it is at the cost of becoming a werewolf himself. In his werewolf form, Velkan ironically becomes a puppet of Dracula, until he is slain by Van Helsing. But the cycle continues, as Van Helsing himself ends up bitten by Velkan in the process. This leads to a climactic final battle, where a werewolf Van Helsing duels the demonic King of the Vampires. While the CGI in this movie is notoriously “meh,” I’ve always loved the actual character/creature designs, and the three werewolves of this film are among the first I think of when I think of werewolves in general. Incidentally, Will Kemp - the actor who plays Velkan - is most well-known as a dancer; I say this because he later appeared in a ballet version of “Peter and the Wolf.” Somehow, I doubt this casting choice was a coincidence.

7. The Colony, from The Howling.

“The Howling” was a 1981 horror movie, based on a bestselling novel of the same name. I actually HAVE read this novel, for a change…BUT, I’ve only read it once, and it was a long time ago, so I really don’t remember a whole lot about it, sadly. As a result, I can really only judge the movie, but thankfully the movie is pretty good. The film is considered one of the key essential werewolf movies ever made, as it took the concept in a very different direction from most. In many past werewolf movies, the focus of the story was on the singular, outcast werewolf, who was usually depicted as a tragic figure: possessed by a literal inner monster they couldn’t really control. “The Howling,” however, changes things up: the story focuses on a young husband and wife, traumatized after an encounter with a sadistic serial killer called Eddie Quist. To try and recover, they head to a place called “The Colony,” a secluded countryside resort. It turns out, however, that the people who live at the Colony are all werewolves, and among their ranks is none other than Eddie and his family. There is nothing remotely tragic about most of the werewolves in the Colony: instead, the idea of the animal within is taken in a more twisted direction. This pack of wolf-people believe they are superior to the human race, and gleefully embrace their dark sides with wicked abandon; to become a werewolf, in their minds, is to embrace the carnal, primal, powerful sides of themselves. They are truly free and in control of the world around them. It’s an interesting and genuinely scary direction to go with the concept, and the film led to multiple sequels…none of which I’ve seen, and my understanding is that most of them suck, sadly. But hey, at least one of those sequels had Christopher Lee in the mix, so I guess they can’t be ALL bad.

6. Leon Corledo, from Curse of the Werewolf.

When Hammer studios gained Universal as a North American distributor, they were given access to use more characters and concepts from the classic Universal Monster franchise for their films. Their one and only werewolf feature, “Curse of the Werewolf,” is usually overlooked, sadly, with many dismissing it as just being Hammer’s version of “The Wolfman.” I find this incredibly saddening because - while certain story elements are shared between the films - the two movies are extremely different, and this film takes the concept of the tragic monster in its own unique direction. Played by Oliver Reed (in his first starring role for a motion picture), our werewolf of the hour is Leon Corledo. His lycanthropy is a supernatural affliction that has infected him since birth: his mother’s tragic and extremely brutal life and death have apparently led to his blood being tainted with some evil curse, which manifests itself in the form of werewolfism. Leon gains a taste for blood at an early age, and struggles to keep his vicious, predatory side at bay. As he grows older, Leon finds that the love of a beautiful woman is able to tame his inner monster, but his struggle with his cursed nature remains a hard one. Reed’s first starring performance remains one of his best, in my opinion, mixing powerful ferocity with a gentle vulnerability. While the explanation of the werewolf’s curse is a bit bizarre, the actual trials poor Leon must endure are among the most harrowing of any movie monster.

5. Jack Howl, from Twisted Wonderland.

Well, if you know me, and you know about this game, then this really shouldn’t have been a surprise. For those who are not aware already, however, “Twisted Wonderland” is a Japanese-made mobile game themed around Disney Villains. The premise has the main character getting transported to a parallel universe, where they end up staying at a School of Dark Magic, with different houses themed around seven of those villains. Throughout the game, you encounter characters based around “The Great Seven,” as well as some other Disney characters. Jack Howl, however…he’s an anomaly. Jack isn’t really based on ANY Disney character in question. He seems to be more a tribute to just…ALL the wolves Disney has given, with references to the pack from “The Jungle Book” and the more vicious predators from “Beauty and the Beast” both being made at different points. While these may have inspired Jack, he is, in essence, a totally original character. Jack is a bona-fide werewolf, able to shapeshift from a sort of “beastman” form (pictured here) to a massive silver-white timberwolf. He is also quite possibly the most adorable werewolf in history since Eddie Munster. While he looks tough and tries to act standoffish and surly, Jack is basically just a big puppy dog. Despite his constant insistences that he doesn’t really care about anyone and isn’t out to make friends, he gets attached to people quickly, is always eager for praise from those he respects, and has a strong code of personal honor (which often gets him into trouble as much as it gets him out of it). In short, he’s a big softy who tries to seem meaner than he really is: always a fun character, in my books. It’s more my love for the game, as a whole, that lands Jack so high up in the ranks, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a warm spot in my heart for this wolf-eared sweetheart.

4. Professor Lupin, from The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.

While there are a couple of werewolves in the Harry Potter universe, by far the most famous is Professor Remus J. Lupin. In the third book of the series, “The Prisoner of Azkaban,” Lupin is introduced as…well, quite frankly, the only GOOD Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Hogwarts has ever seen. He’s supportive of his students, friendly to his peers, and ends up forming a close bond with Harry. This is partially because Remus and Harry’s father, James, were best friends in school. As a result, Lupin feels a certain responsibility towards Harry, trying his best to keep him safe. Ironically, however, it turns out that Professor Lupin is a potential danger to Harry and his friends, himself: it’s revealed that Lupin is a werewolf, and he goes from one of the main protagonists of the story to a major antagonist in the climactic chapters of the novel. Much like with Ethan Chandler and many other classic werewolves, once Lupin transforms, he changes from a good and amiable man to a bloodthirsty monster, who recognizes no friends. While Lupin has a special potion or medicine he can take to keep the wolf at bay, it is only a temporary fix. If he runs out, or just accidentally forgets to take it, you can imagine the consequences. As a result of this terrible tension, Lupin ultimately resigns from his teaching duties at Hogwarts (continuing the running gag, if you want to call it that, of Defense Against the Dark Arts always being the class with the worst luck), but he remains a major character in later books. The same goes for the movies, where Lupin was played (as pictured here) by the great David Thewlis.

3. David Kessler, from An American Werewolf in London.

This is yet another “essential werewolf movie” in the ranks, which made a big impact on lovers of the concept back in the year of our Lord 1981 - the same year as “The Howling.” (I’m sensing a pattern.) However, while “The Howling” took the concept to its frightening extremes, by making the werewolves murderous monsters without a shred of human decency, the titular character of “An American Werewolf in London” is both one of the most tragic werewolves ever put to the screen, while also being one of the most utterly horrifying. The story begins with young David Kessler (played by David Naughton), an American graduate student, on vacation in Yorkshire. He is accompanied by his friend, Jack Goodman. While backpacking across the Moors, the two are attacked by a werewolf. Jack is savagely killed, while David is bitten and forced to become a werewolf himself. As the film goes on, David is haunted by the ghosts of Jack and his own victims, as they try to convince him to commit suicide, since only the death of the werewolf can free not only David from the curse, but also release their souls. While the film has a deliciously dark and wicked sense of humor, it is still, at its heart, a horror story, with a somber ending and a very disturbing edge. The realization of David’s werewolf form, and the transformation he undergoes, is widely regarded as one of the most horrifying in cinematic history. I am heartily inclined to agree.

2. Bigby Wolf, from The Wolf Among Us.

Let’s take a brief tangent to discuss the fairy-tale of “Little Red Riding Hood.” Many scholars and historians have suggested that the classic fable may actually be one of the earliest examples of werewolf fiction. After all, people certainly believed in werewolves at the time, and how many normal wolves can wear human clothes, speak human language, or are large enough to swallow a little girl and her granny alive? Whether this is true or not, it is not uncommon for reimaginings of the story to envision the Big Bad Wolf as a werewolf: I already discussed three such examples with the “Anime Boi Trio” at the start of the countdown. They, of course, are not the only instances: enter Sheriff Bigby Wolf, the main character of the video game “The Wolf Among Us,” based on the “Fables” comic series (which I have not read). The game is essentially a noir-styled murder mystery story, with Bigby as our resident hard-boiled detective of the hour. In typical fashion for such an archetype, he smokes, drinks, and is equal parts grumpy and sarcastically snarky. However, unlike most such examples, he’s also a werewolf: a rarity for film noir. (Unless you count Sam Spade. No way someone that cool is human.) Bigby is able to transform from a human form, to a sort of half-human form, to the “werewolf form” shown here, and finally to a giant feral wolf that’s bigger than an elephant. The story of the game once again plays with the idea of our protagonist battling his inner demons, but with a different twist: Bigby can’t change what he is, nor does he really wish to. HOWEVER, his struggle is more with his villainous past and the darkness still inside him. He’s the Big Bad Wolf, the bogeyman of many legends; that’s a hard thing to deal with when your job is to save lives and try to make amends. Being a Telltale game, the players can choose just how nasty or how nice Bigby really is, but regardless of which direction they take him, he nevertheless seems sincere in his desire to do right. It’s an interesting twist on both the fairy-tale figure and the idea of the werewolf.

1. Larry Talbot, a.k.a. The Wolfman.

Our number one pick is the entire reason WHY I set up this list the way I did. As I said before, this countdown was never about the “sexiest” werewolf, or the scariest werewolf, or anything else like that. It was simply about what character or characters came first to mind when I thought of that word. And, let’s face it…for both myself and a lot of other people, Larry Talbot - the Wolfman - is that character. The 1940 film, entitled “The Wolf Man” with a space in the middle (contemporary spellings go back and forth between that and it all being one word), pretty much established the classical lore of the werewolf that so many of us recognize today. And while it was not the first movie to tackle lycanthropy, nor to depict its protagonist as a tragic figure who was more fallen hero than true villain, it was the first to make an especially potent impact. It is because of this character and this movie that werewolves are so particularly recognized today, and the influence of this one figure cannot be overstated. Lon Chaney Jr. and his performance are an important part of why; several other people have played the Wolfman in remakes and reimaginings of the character and story (such as Benicio del Toro and Jonathan Gries), but Chaney’s performance remains the most iconic, and the one that set the bar for how so many other werewolves would be portrayed. Larry Talbot is a good and fairly normal guy who finds himself transformed into a monster against his will, and while the stories of other famous Universal Monsters got warped and went into crazy territory as the series continued, the Wolfman actually remained fairly consistent throughout his run, helped by the fact that Chaney was the only person to play the character through the entire franchise in its original years. While the films and his makeup/costume do show their age, they’re nevertheless still classics for a reason, and I doubt very many of the other characters on this countdown would even EXIST if he hadn’t set the standard. For that reason above all else, Lawrence “Larry” Talbot takes the cake as My Favorite Werewolf. Case dismissed.

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

Dr. Wilfred Glendon, from Werewolf of London.

Predating the Wolfman, this is one of the earliest werewolf films, and almost as iconic. While it has its merits, however, I think that actor Henry Hull’s performance in the main role is a bit stiff and stagey, which brings the character down a peg.

Cornell, from Castlevania.

Despite being a huge Castlevania fan, I’m weirdly not very familiar with Cornell, by virtue of the simple fact I haven’t looked that much into most of his appearances in the franchise. Ironic, isn’t it?

Free, from Soul Eater.

This anime/manga series is basically what you’d get if you put Tim Burton in charge of…well…an anime/manga series. Free is a recurring figure, and he’s a lot of fun, but I just tend to think of other characters first. This may partially be because it’s been a long time since I rewatched this show…I’ll have to get on that in the future. :P 

There are a TON of other werewolves I could name, but after this point they kind of all conglomerate into a lupine glob of interest. Again, sorry if characters you loved didn’t show up. Who are some of YOUR favorite werewolves? Feel free to name your picks below!

[antiquepearlss]

im going to harrass you with my tts halloween related questions until its tysmgiving and then i bombard you with tjose and yhen crisis, and well u get it idk

i love ur hcs i find them interesting

OKAY ANYWAYS, what dya think the tts characters favorite halloween candy is(or like what they enjoy bcuz thats what this ask ended up as)...

rapunzel likes all candy, she will eat anything and everything, but she secretly likes the fruity candies more than like chocolate ans what not, but shhhh everything is still apatizeing to her(except lemon stuff, like dont give her a lemon head man). eugene likes chocolate and so does cass, i think ever since i got introduced to cass i js thought she liked chocolate, specifically dark chocolate js bcus shes not much of a sweets person yk?(she usually takes the dark chocolate hersheys & dark chocolate milkyways if no one wants them) but eugene likes all chocolates, milky ways? yes. snickers? yes. heck even an almond joy he'll eat.

lance is like raps, he'll eat whatever(usually he just eats what the girls dont want LMAO) but smth about me makes me think his fav is jelly beans... angry and catalina are both similar, but i think catalina doesnt like nuts in her candy(i dont either, i know im insane u can hate me already), but kiera probably likes snickers, though i think she likes baby ruths more. catalina is a big fan of reeses tho, like yes peanut butter & chocolate yum yum yum.

varian likes the fruity candy cuz he is one /JOKE

but fr varian is one of those people who gets a whole carrot or smth and is like "omg thank you!!" and eats it like a chocolate bar, i do too so its okay. but his fav candy is skittles, like actually he will gobble down a whole bag like no ones business(he also likes gummies, of any sort really, oh and jolly ranchers)

and hugo doesnt get candy he gets mf rocks like charlie brown(respectfully, hugo probably likes kitkats and sweetarts)

this is so much IM SO SORRY HELP, my fav halloween candy is crunch bars & milky ways, but honestly all candy is so good lol

I’m so down, spam my inbox if you want. (I’m so hyped for Christmas Tangled Posting. Rapunzel loves Muppet Christmas Carol.) Also thank you very much.

So I’m definitely the wrong person to ask this actually. I’m not really a big fan of candy tbh. I like it sometimes, but I usually prefer savory snacks. Honestly what you said is pretty much canon to me. I love these.

But I’ll try my best.

Punzie Wunzie- Like you said, prefers fruity candies to chocolate. Probably likes skittles and Starbursts, stuff like that. I feel like she’d like gummies. Esp the orange ones with sugar on them.

Gene- Chocolate all the way. And not the cheap crap, the really fancy stuff, like truffles.

Lance- Same as Eugene but I think he likes Hershey chocolate and generally just candy bars. Probably likes sour and spicy candies as well. And yes absolutely he loves jelly beans. Same with Cat and Varian.

Var Bear- I think he’ll eat anything tbh but he canonically likes chocolate, so he steals Eugene’s truffles and Lance’s candy bars. And I can see him liking hard candies and suckers, because you can eat them while working.

Cassie Wassie- Again like you said, dark chocolate. She doesn’t strike me as much of a candy person. I can see her liking candy with nuts (despite being a lesbian)

Thing 1 & The Other 1- I feel like Cat prefers savory foods because wolf hehe. So yes peanut butter candies all the way. Same with Kiera, idk she just doesn’t strike me as that much of a candy person either so I think she’d eat ab anything as well. Like they like candy well enough they just don’t really have favorites. Maybe they both like sour/spicy candy.

everyone else- Quirin and Arianna like those old person candies that just materialize in your house when you turn 60. Adira also prefers fancy chocolates. Frederic, I don’t know let’s say circus peanuts. Hector doesn’t care why are you asking him this. Edmund hasn’t had candy in years, honestly he’d be happy just eating a bag of straight sugar.

My favorite is probably milky ways. Because they’re good and I gotta stick with my astronomy aesthetic I’ve got going on. Also Skittles slap.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Hi :DD

I'm back because I have an idea, *evil facial expression*

How would Rusty and/or Bo react to an S/O who crochets and acts kinda like an old lady? (Makes sure they are/drank water, etc...)

Thank you for reading my request and thank you for being so tolerant<3

Have a great day/night,

PhantomCat 💜

Yesss thank you so much PhantomCat! Amazing as always!

Rusty Nail:

Oh he loves your affection, he loves how you bombard him with questions, and checking on him constantly.

Rusty just craves that shit, he won’t tell you that but he does.

He loves your Crocheting skills, he’ll lay under a half finished blanket (it’s really just covering his legs) while you crotchet and he’ll read or watch you. Sometimes he’ll check and get lost in watching you crochet.

You nag him to make sure he’s drinking water.

Sometimes he won’t take a sick day and you I drag him back to bed and cover him in blankets. You make his favorite soup and bring some water and crackers and feed him. In the beginning he was insistent he could feed himself but you give him this really REALLY hard stare and he just gives in.

When it’s cold he switches from a trucker hat to a hat you crocheted, and wears gloves you crocheted too.

He also wears a sweater you crocheted for him.

In his truck he has a big and small crocheted bird, they represent you two. Then there’s the little outfits you made for them and he does switch them out sometimes when he’s at a rest stop about to go to bed.

Whatever you make him he wears or shoes it off in pride. He loves his wife so much.

Rusty loves your baking, you make him cookies and little treats. You make all the meals too (only because you insist he doesn’t cook it right)

You swat his hands constantly with a spoon (could kill a fly with how fast your reflexes are)

You make him banana bread for the road and through a lot of resistance he manages to savor it throughout his job.

You squeeze his cheeks and kiss him all over. He always grumbles but gets you back by picking you up and giving you the same treatment.

Rusty loves that you act like a little old lady, he needs his affection and you give it to him on all the right ways.

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Bo Sinclair:

He’s a little old man in himself. Always grumbling talking about how he can take care of himself.

Hates that you squeeze him in the cheek and always huffs around after.

You take such god care of him regardless.

You always ask if he’s taken care of himself, always have a glass of water and you watch him gulp it down so you know he’s hydrated.

You bake him stuff all the time and he gobbles that shit down. The baked goods are usually gone by the next day.

You swat his hands too with that wooden spoon and he always bitches about it. You scoff and kiss his knuckles before moving back to baking.

You make sure he’s in bed at a certain time, if he’s up later you push him to sleep in later so he can get his full 8-10 hours. (Though you’re no better)

You love squishing his face and kissing it, constantly. He honestly loves the attention but acts like he doesn’t. Bo’s heart just swells up at you.

Bo loves your crocheted blankets, when he gets a chance to nap, he will nap with them, makes sure they are out away so they don’t get blood on them. He also loves how they smell like you.

He loves watching you crochet, he’s tried it a few times but that magic ring trips him up so he’s given up (high key felt and that’s why I don’t crochet)

He has a crocheted wolf and bunny that sit next to each other in his shop. Doesn’t want to admit it but he switches out the clothes like every day cause it’s fun.

Wears all of the sweaters you make him and makes sure they’re put away nicely after.

Bo is stubborn so when he’s sick you usually grab him by the ear and drag him back to bed. Afterwards you make him a favorite soup, and bring a cup of water and some bread up so he eats. He takes the food in his mouth but bitches when he can’t feed himself. (Still loves getting attention though)

He loves you so much he loves that you’re like an old woman, little grandma and that means he’s a little grandpa just cause he said so.

-

Rusty and Bo:

They’re always picking at each other for either giving in or not giving in to your old ladyness.

It’s honestly funny at this point.

You made them matching sweaters and hats and have convinced them to wear it so you could take pictures. (You made a pair for yourself too.)

If one gets a baked good the other gets one too. That’s two banana breads, maybe even three if you want some.

Constant spoiling you the two and lots of kisses and hugs.

You made a chart cause sometimes you forget who you asked on about if they ate or drank water or slept or whatever.

Most of the time Bo’s isn’t filled out so you lecture him then ask.

Have to use two spoons for swatting. At one point Rusty just picked you up and moved you so the two could get some cookie batter.

They love you more than anything though and love getting smothered in your affections.

[randomfoxehs-belly]

Still thinking Dragon Quest thoughts but DQ11 is running out of steam for me so I'm switching to DQ3's remake properly lol

And that game is making me think of a different noms oriented DQ inspired idea track I've had, with a bunny preyboy protagonist instead >3> Name of Mudison, because his dad would be name Muda.

Thinking of basically like, he was taken in as an orphan by a foxeh who used to be an devil demon king overlord final boss dude who was in charge of a nation of monsters (predators), but that was a long time ago and now he's just living in seclusion. Found the bunny infant after his home was destroyed during a storm and his family was gobbled up by preds, so he took the child in and raised him to be a 勇者 "yuusha" (the "hero" title in japanese in Dragon Quest) because he thought that'd be funny.

was basically ruling the world being a walking natural disaster and kingdom devourer, then one day was like "okay this is boring I'm done" and just up and disappeared. Various stories about what happened to him, but no one really knows the truth. That he just dipped lol. Found prey protag boy alone and was like "this might be fun for a while I guess" and adopted him raised him to be RPG protagonist OP busted O-o

Finally once he turns 16 his dad boots him out to go become an adventuring hero dude, and the bunny is all like " c= " cuz he's a real boy scout paragon type who wants to help everyone and solve problems.

Dressed up like this cuz I DO love the Erdrick costume lol

Heads into the closest castle town to get his start, first person he runs into literally runs into him because she's a thief-y mouse girl. She yoinks his coinpurse but he snatches her hand. And while she's like >.>'' he's just like " =3 hi, speaking of my money, know where I can get some more? Don't think I have enough to buy some proper adventuring gear with." And she's like =x well you can always go gamble it at the town Arena.

And he's like oh cool an Arena, I can fight in that and get prize money maybe, good suggestion ^^

And mouse girl is like =/ yeah no, I said you should try betting on the fights, not actually JOIN the fights. Little bunny boy like you would get gobbled up instantly.

But he's already heading towards the fight pits and she's like >.> and follows along. He enters to fight despite all skeptism, and uses the Arena provided sword and shield gear. Gets sent out to fight some "Monsters"

In this setting I'm basically imagining it just being furries. Prey species furries as the "civilized" ones with towns and castles and whatnot. Pred animals just being overworld and dungeon dwelling random encounter dudes. In place of the typical fantasy monster races, you'd just have carnivore furries. like going through the monster manual and just making them lions and tigers and bears instead lol. Instead of harpies, you'd have raptors like eagles and hawks. Instead of orcs, you'd have boars. Ect. Probably still would be dragons though cuz dragons HAVE been pretty much coopted by furries lol.

So he goes out in the Arena to fight the Arena preds, like beefy tiger dude and wolf dude and bear dude. And long story short he totally wins in a darkhorse victory. Using unique Yuusha magic like Zap to pull out the win. Gets the prize money for beating the Arena. And as he leaves the mouse thief girl is like hey wow good job not getting eaten, and it turns out she bet on him and made BANK because he was the underdog. Her name is Hazel. He wants to start an adventuring party which he invites her to join. She says she'll think about it, but the next day after he buys some Adventure gear she meets up with him at the pub where they go to recruit two more Party members.

First recruited party member to join is a black mage squirrel boy, big hat logan sized wizard hat and he casts from a spell book. He's a squeaky book worm type. He joins up because the news about a bunny boy winning at the arena was making waves in the city so he figured he should tag along with a strong adventurer and go out and get some practical experience.

Last to join the party is a white mage dog girl. Canines are predators, but dogs are domesticated and it's a whole world building thing. Dogs are the only carnivores accepted in prey society, because they can be trusted to at least ask prey permission before eating them and know that No means No. But the mousie and squirrelly would still be a little nervous about her asking to join them, because she's have MASSIVE fat voluptuous knockers. Just huge boobs. And preds having weight on them like that is an overt indication that they've eaten people - like her tits are obviously that big because she ate some dudes and they went to being padding on her breasts. But she promises that they were willing prey and in fact she has offered to let them out, but they like being a part of her, she's a good girl she promises. Bunny boy has no scruples about letting her join since he was raised by a predator anyway so he's nonplussed about it anyway (he does not reveal this information naturally.)

So we got Yuusha (hero) bunny boy, thief mouse girl, black mage squirrel, and white mage doggy. Going on QUESTS

[kerryweaverlesbian]

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I don't know how legible this is going to be as images but, my weird experimental art-piece made up of 9 people telling me the story of Little Red Riding Hood! This was then significantly changed into something else so any typo issues. don't worry about it.

[ID: Three images of text on a black background. The piece is titled: "The Oral Tradition: Little Red Riding Hood: 9 Oral Retellings Of Little Red Riding Hood on One Page (with some asides)"

It begins with pink text, saying: “Little Red Riding Hood was a little girl who…I think lived with her Grandma because her parents were dead? Or, like, maybe they like worked in the city or something like that…so she lived with her grandma, and she really likes her grandma and then - No, sorry. Okay, here’s the story:”

White text tells the story, with grey and pink text around it giving alternate options and small asides, which will be transcribed in brackets:

END ID]

Little Red Riding Hood is a little girl (about 8?) who wore a red hooded (lovely, bright, fur-lined) cloak who lived with her mother (parents?) on the edge of the woods. She loved her Grandma very much. One day, little Red Riding Hood’s mother said to her:

“I’ve got a job for you to do! I want you to take this basket to your grandma who lives in the forest.” (“Hey, unsupervised, very young child, put on your red hood and here is a really nice basket full of sweet treats. Off you go.”)

Her mother warned her, “Don’t stray. Don’t stray from the path.” (Don’t do that. There’s…strange things in these dark woods. Don’t stray from the path! It’s the one thing I’m gonna tell you! Now on to Grandma’s. I’ll leave you alone in the woods. This will work out just fine.”)

“Okay.”

So, she goes into the woods. She was having a lovely time(skipping merrily along. singing a merry little tune) when out in front of her stepped a BIG BAD WOLF. (who scares her. zero stars). (She was scared of the big bad wolf, I think, because obviously that's this part of the story).

The Wolf says:

“Where are you going, little girl?”

“I’m going to visit my grandma in the middle of the wood.”

“And what’s in your basket?”

“Treats (Lots of sweet treats. Baked goods. Bread and wine. Produce. Lovely things like apples and cakes and bread.) for my grandma. Oh, but I think she could do with some flowers as well.”

“There are some over there,” said the Wolf. “Why don’t you go and pick them?”

She’s like, “What? I shouldn’t do that. This is a moral fable! I’m going to repeat the theme right now, which is that I should stray from the path, and I should listen to my mom. “

And he’s like, “No, it’ll be fine.” (“I’m a big old wolf. And I’m not scary at all. It’s gonna be good.”)

And so, Little Red Riding Hood left the path and started to pick some flowers (for like, an hour). While she was distracted, the Wolf sneaked into the house and gobbled up grandma completely!

Little Red Riding Hood goes to her grandma’s house. Her Grandma is in bed but looks really weird. (it’s a wolf disguised as her. Like, in the story, you don’t know that the instant she comes in, but like, as an adult that’s the...)

“Oh, Grandma! What big eyes you’ve got!”, she said.

“All the better to see you with, my dear.”

(There’s like sentences that everyone knows. Oh no, there’s a particular way to say it. I gotta remember.) (“Grandma, what a big mouth you have!” “It’s to kiss you better-” No, that’s not it…)

“Oh, Grandma! What big ears you’ve got!” she said

“Oh-ho-ho, my dear! All the better to hear you with.”

(and other things that are also really creepy)

“Oh, grandma! What big teeth you’ve got!”

“Oh-ho-oh, dear!! All the better to EAT YOU WITH!!!!”

(Little red riding hood screamed and screamed and screamed....)

And the wolf eats her.

(In another version there’s a hunter who kills the wolf. But that’s not in the story I know.)

[toadstool32]

DAVE: why does everyone want us knights to go back to training so bad we aren’t even the most fighty kinda dudes if we had a little garden with flowers around we would hold hands while jumping around like idiots all day but nooo we gotta get back in the grind and train 24/7 to get in some gains (fire emoji fire emoji red 100 emoji) in our lanky asses change our diet to be all meat omnomnom thank you for the meal bone and all

DAVE: become some kind of savage macho alpha kinda shit

DAVE: awoo and all that or whatever happens in shitty omegaverse novels

DAVE: our manly musk will be so pungent everyone in this universe and the next will know just how stupidly dedicated to being the worst at attempting to be decent people. It is us

KARKAT: ALPHAVERSE.

DAVE:

DAVE:

DAVE: you

DAVE: holy shit is there troll omegaverse

KARKAT: IF IM PICKING UP WHAT YOU’RE PUTTING DOWN THEN YES. THERE USED TO EXIST BACK IN ALTERNIA A SUBGENRE OF ROMANCE NOVELS WHERE THERE WAS A FICTIONAL BIOLOGICAL HIERARCHY WHERE TROLLS WOULD BE SORTED INTO ALPHA BETA OR OMEGAS AND IT WAS JUST A THINLY VEILED EXCUSE FOR WRITERS TO MAKE LOW/HIGHBLOOD PAIRINGS LESS ABOUT CASTE DIFFERENCE AND MORE ABOUT FATE OR WHATEVER.

KARKAT: IT WAS NOT MY THING BUT I KNOW SOME TROLLS JUST GOBBLED THAT SHIT UP.

DAVE: haha dude I cant believe ther is troll omegaverse this is bonkers

KARKAT: IT IS BONKERS THAT ONE OF OUR CULTURAL SIMILARITIES INCLUDE A VERY NICHE SUBGENRE OF SHITTY SMUT.

DAVE: tell me more

KARKAT: WHY YOU WOULD EVEN KNOW WHAT ALPHAVERSE IS YOU DON’T SEEM THE TYPE TO BE SO INTERESTED IN THIS.

DAVE: listen theres only so much research one can do on furry shit for the ironies up until u stuble ass first into wolf knot

KARKAT: ???

KARKAT: WHAT DO WOLVES HAVE TO DO WITH THIS.

DAVE: oh now you HAVE to tell me about this alphaverse shit I wanna know this, doctor strider is IN we are gonna dissect our cultural differences

KARKAT: AND YOU WILL DO THIS THROUGH SMUT.

DAVE: naturally

DAVE: now tell me about it

KARKAT: YOU ARE SO WEIRD.

KARKAT: BUT I GUESS I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT ONE. IN WHICH A EMOTIONALLY REPRESSED BRONZE OMEGA AND A PUSHOVER INDIGO ALPHA HAVE A HATEFRIENDS WITH BENEFITS SITUATION UP UNTIL ONE DAY THE ALPHA DECIDE HE CAN NO LONGER BEAR THE TOUGHT OF NOT BEING IN A SET QUADRANT WITH HIS OMEGA SO INSTEAD OF CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS HE GOES AND FUCKS OFF ON SPACE TRIP OFF PLANET. THE OMEGA THEN IN HIS MISERY GOES AND PROPOSITIONS HIMSELF TO THE MOIRAIL OF THE INDIGO WHO IS ALSO MANAGING THE MISSIONS THAT GO OFF PLANET AND ALSO AN ALPHA IN A FIT OF JEALOUSLY EVEN WHEN THEY WEREN’T EVEN EXCLUSIVE, THE INDIGOS MOIRAIL TRIES TO CORRAL THEM INTO A CLUBS SITUATION BUT BY THEN IT IS TOO LATE AND THE WHOLE FRIEND GROUP IS ALREADY AWARE OF HOW FUCKING BAD AT THIS THEY ARE, THEN THE ALPHA GETS SHAMED IN FRONT OF THEIR WHOLE FRIEND GROUP BY DOING MORE AND MORE RIDICULOUS ACTS AS PENANCE THAT THE OMEGA CALLS REVENGE BUT EVERYONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS IT'S JUST A VERY WEIRD COURTING RITUAL SOMEHOW, THE ALPHA GETS MAULED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE IN A FRANKLY DISGUSTING ACT OF RED AFFECTION WHICH MANAGES TO MAKE THE OMEGA GO FROM PITCH TO RED, THUS MANAGING TO COMPLETE THE COURTING AND FINALLY EMBRACING AFTER EVERYTHING THUS KILLING THE PAIR AFTER THE INSERTION OF THE EGGS IS COMPLETE.

 DAVE: on second thought maybe we should stop talking about this

DAVE: like. Forever and ever