#per usual I take the breed and make it my own thing

[brilliant-psywurm]

Just read the auraboa lore: oh.

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Keyhole

Pairing: Dark!Marc Spector x Reader 

Summary: After a break-in at your apartment, your neighbor offers you comfort in a time when you most need it. 

Warnings: Fluff, Meet-cute-ish, Romance, Smut, Overstimulation, Breeding, Canon Typical Violence, Murder, Stalking, Obsession, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Kidnapping, Murder, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Drugging, Implied torture, Darkfic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

A/N: that request for dark Marc just really got all the gears turning lol. i don’t have the triple PoV in this fic (sorry everyone) but i do reference steven and jake! do trust that they are there and they are thoroughly enjoying themselves, haha. mind the warnings! bottom divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics

The door is open. 

It shouldn’t be—you’d locked it securely when you left, you know you did. Human memories are fallible, sure, but not now. Not this time. There was no comforting thunk as the deadbolt slid out of its home when you had turned your key. 

There was no sound at all. 

With a trembling hand, you reach out to touch your front door, laying your palm flat against the faded white paint. The metal is cool under your hand, but you only feel it for a moment as the door swings open easily. You clap a terrified hand over your mouth at the sight of your apartment. Even from the doorway you can see its been ransacked; the cupboards you can see are all open, dishes thrown onto the floor in broken shards of porcelain. There are clothes in the hallway, your things strewn about haphazardly. You begin to take a step over the threshold to assess the damage and pause immediately. 

What if Jamie’s in there?

He was out now, as per the email you’d received two months ago. You’d moved states away by now of course, but the fear was unshakeable, and now neither was your suspicion. You don’t want to go in, not now and certainly not alone. You take a step back instead, keeping your eyes on the open door—or, at least, you try to.

“Careful, neighbor.” You turn with a start, though your shoulders sag with relief when instead of Jamie, you see your neighbor. Marc smiles at you, though his expression darkens as his eyes dart over your shoulder. “What happened here?” He steps around you to peer worriedly into your apartment. “Everything okay?”

You’re not a dramatic person—and not usually a crier on the worst of days. Even Jamie had had to raise a fist to get you to shed a tear, and those were more out of anger at your own helplessness and the pain rather than fear. But you feel them gathering in the corners of your eyes now, your chin trembling as you try to hold the pieces all together. 

“I—I don’t—” You swallow thickly. “I think my ex…” You trail off, and he places a hand on your shoulder. 

“You shouldn’t go in there alone.” He casts another dubious look at your apartment. “Is he still in there?” You shake your head, shrugging with a choked sob. 

“I don’t know!” You wrap your arms around yourself as you feel a shiver work its way through you. “I don’t know.” 

“Okay, why don’t you come with me. We’re going to call the cops, okay? And they’ll check everything out, make sure it’s safe for you to go home.” You’ve met Marc on more than a few occasions. There’s only so much you can learn about a person on a twenty minute bus ride, but you don’t think he’s the sort to hurt you. 

At least, you hope not. You suppose you don’t have the greatest track record, given the circumstances. But you don’t want to stand out here in the hallway, and you can’t go in there. 

“Okay.” 

—

Marc’s apartment sits opposite yours, but you realize as he shuts the door behind you that you’ve never even caught a glimpse of it before. He tosses his coat on the little bench by the door, and you kick off your shoes next to his, nudging them beneath it with your toe when you’re done. The apartment itself seems to be the inverse of yours in layout. There’s a strange mish-mash of furniture; old, antique chairs and side tables, with a sleek, modern couch and bookshelves. And God, are there bookshelves. They line nearly every room, and they’re crammed to the max with all manner of books, and what looks to be a mix of actual scrolls and loose papers. 

You’re ashamed and embarrassed, but too upset to stop the tears, panic tightening your throat until you’re gasping and choking with every sob. You don’t mean to cry in front of him—you really don’t, but once they start they don’t stop. How had he found you? You’d been so careful, had done everything the attorney had suggested and more and it still wasn’t enough. Jamie had sniffed you out, and it hadn’t even taken him very long. You’re so focused on that that it escapes your notice that every wheezing breath you draw into your lungs is smaller than the one before it until your vision narrows. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you realize—

Panic attack, I’m having a panic attack—

“Hey, hey, Sweetheart I know this is awful, but you have to calm down.” Marc squeezes your shoulders as you stare unseeingly at him, willing the noise in your head to stop.  “Can you focus on me? On what I’m saying right now?” You can barely hear him over your own frenzied thoughts—where Jamie was, what his next move would be, why he couldn’t just leave you the fuck alone. Marc threads his fingers through yours, holding both your hands against his chest. 

“I need you to take a deep breath for me, okay? You have to breathe, Sweetheart. Can you do that for me? Take a nice deep breath in, okay?” You inhale a shaky breath, whimpering as you release it. Mark’s warm brown eyes are so easy to focus on, and he nods encouragingly. “

When the police arrive, he lets them in, standing protectively over you as they question you. 

“So your old boyfriend’s jealous of your new boyfriend, here.” The dismissiveness drips from the officer’s tone. He isn’t even writing anything down, his thumbs hooked through the loops of his belt as he shakes his head at you, like this is your fault somehow. You shoot an apologetic look at Marc. 

“Oh, we’re not—” You shake your head. Of course he’d want to chalk everything up to a little domestic disturbance, and it’s hard not to be angry at his dismissal. “My ex’s name is Jamie Parrish, and he got out of prison almost two months ago.” He has the good grace to look ashamed of himself, at least. “I have reason to believe he’ll be back, if he’s not still…” 

“He’s not, ma’am.” The second officer shakes his head. “There wasn’t anyone. But we did find this.” He produces a small, square jewelry box from his pocket, and you feel your stomach lurch. It’s white, a gold stripe running along the edges. “Have you seen this before? It was sitting on a plate in the kitchen.” He opens it, and you nearly puke. 

It’s that goddamn fucking ring.

You’d hated that thing when Jamie had showed it to you—and his pouting at the store had become full fledged screaming in the car when you’d said you’d rather have something else. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, he’d said, ignoring your panic as the car accelerated, swerving wildly. Didn’t you want to fucking get married? Why didn’t you want to be with him? Why were you making this so goddamn hard—

“Yes.” You lick your dry lips. “I’ve seen that ring before.” 

In the end, they take your statement and leave, and you feel much the same as before they’d gotten there. You had thought, naively, maybe, that the police’s presence, their sweep of your apartment would make you feel safer, not worse. 

Fool me twice, I guess. They’d never been particularly helpful, even when you’d answered the door bearing the marks of Jamie’s displeasure. 

“Fucking assholes.” Marc slams the door behind them. He shakes his head. “At least there’s a paper trail now.” You nod, and force a thin smile. 

“Right. Thanks, Marc.” He sits down beside you on the couch. “You okay?” 

”I want to lie and say I am, but I am really, really, not.” 

“Can’t say I blame you.” When he rests his hand on your thigh, it feels friendly, not forward. “Look, I know we don’t… You don’t have to go back there tonight. If you don’t want to, I mean.” The offer is tempting. You don’t want to go back to your apartment, not tonight. Hell, maybe not ever. You feel like turning tail and running now that Jamie’s found you, but you know you can’t do that tonight, either. And Marc is nice. 

“Would it be weird if I took you up on it?” You ask with a little laugh. “I just… I don’t want to be alone in there, you know?” He smiles warmly, and you feel your cheeks heat.

“It’s not weird if I offered it.” He stands up. “Let me change the sheets on the bed.” 

“W-what?” You stare at him. “I’m not taking your bed.” 

“The couch is fine for me, trust me.” His smile goes a little sad, somehow. “I don’t get much sleep anyway.” 

—

You help him change the sheets on his bed, noting the large fish tank on the opposite wall. There’s a fish inside, and as you step closer, you realize he’s only got one fin.

“What’s this guy’s name?” You ask, jerking a thumb at the tank. Marc snorts. 

“Gus.” He smooths out the comforter. “The one-finned-wonder.” He smooths the comforter down with both hands before standing back up. Marc  had been sweet enough to accompany you back to your apartment long enough to get some clothes, but the entire time you’d been there you’d felt watched, and you wonder if Jamie had found time to bug the place, or something. 

“I’ll be right out there if you need anything.” 

Sleep is slow and reluctant to come, and you toss and turn in your neighbor’s bed, staring at his ceiling. It’s not that it isn’t comfortable—it is. It’s more that you just feel uneasy, something you attribute to Jamie’s sudden return to your life to wreak havoc. 

Around midnight you give up and decide to get a glass of water. You take extra care not to make a sound as you creep out of the bedroom, though your efforts prove fruitless when you spy Marc sitting up at the table in the living room, back bent over a book. You pad into the kitchen and search the cupboards for a glass.   The water comes out of the tap surprisingly cold, and you take a grateful sip before peeking back out of the kitchen. 

You realize he’s muttering to himself in a low voice, so low you can’t hear him. He shakes his head like he’s responding to someone else you can’t see. 

“Marc?” He goes silent, sitting straight up. He doesn’t respond for a full ten seconds, before he shudders, and turns. 

“Hey.” 

“Are you okay?” You ask, your brows knitted together with concern. He glances at the table, and then back to you.

“Yeah, I—” He scrubs his hand down his face. “I was just reading.” Marc closes the old looking book in front of him, before running his hands through his hair. “Can’t sleep either?” He asks, and you laugh bitterly. 

“I guess not.” You take another sip of your water. “I can’t shake the thought that Jamie’s still there, or something, I know it’s ridiculous but I can’t.” 

“It’s not ridiculous. He sounds like a real piece of shit.” Marc actually looks angry, his fingers twitching against the table like he wants to curl them into fists. You sit in one of the wooden chairs next to him at the dining table. “You said he was in prison?”

You nod. “Yeah. It was supposed to be ten years.” 

“And how many did he do?”

“Three.” 

“Fucking Christ.” 

Marc pushes himself away from the table, shaking his head. He heads into the kitchen, and you find yourself drawn to the book on the table. There are hieroglyphs on the cover, though, not English as you’d expected. Post-its stick out of it, scrawling handwriting on them. Marc didn’t much seem like the scholarly type, much less the type to take notes and do homework for fun, but who were you to begrudge people their interests?

He returns with a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses, each with a couple of cubes of ice.

“Here.” He pours you one and then himself, lifting it in a silent toast, and you take yours gratefully. “You earned it.” The whiskey burns pleasurably as you sip it down. 

“You’ve been… thank you,” you say, stumbling over the words embarrassingly. “Tonight has been a nightmare.” 

“No problem. I mean, I figured you wouldn’t try to rob me or stab me in my sleep,” He says, laughing. “Thought we might have enough good will built up from all those bus rides.” He winks and your cheeks warm. You laugh too, and it actually feels good—needed. When you drain your glass, he picks up the bottle, offering you another pour. You nod. 

“Please.” You’re feeling comfortably warm and fuzzy by the time you’re finished with the second glass, shaking your head when Marc offers again. “I better not. I still haven’t decided if I’m going in to work tomorrow.” 

He clucks his tongue. “Seriously? You can’t actually be thinking of going in after this.” He gestures vaguely in the direction of your apartment, and then shakes his head. “Sorry. I’m not—I’m really not trying to tell you what to do. It’s just… I don’t think it’s a good idea. With what you told me about this guy, we need to make sure you’re safe.” 

“We?” You ask teasingly. “Is that like the royal we?” He doesn’t answer. “I’ve been dealing with Jaimie for years on my own. It just feels… normal.” You admit. He’s your own personal boogeyman, showing up when you least expect it just to wreak havoc on your life. He gets off on it, you know he does. The control of it all. 

“That’s exactly why an outside perspective,” Marc points a finger at himself, “is necessary.” You tap thoughtful fingers on the rim of your glass. You grimace. He does have a point. 

“Maybe calling out until the cops have him back in custody is a good idea.” 

“Just sleep on it.” Marc says, holding his hands up placatingly. “That’s all I ask.” He’s just as easy to talk to as he had been on the bus, all charming smiles and pleasant banter. “I just… I would hate for something to happen to you.” The words sound like an admission, and they bring heat to your cheeks. Your fingers slip against the rim of the glass and it tilts dangerously, the ice nearly spilling out until you right it with a clatter. The thought occurs to you that your  very handsome neighbor might be interested in you in a more than neighborly way. 

“You would?” 

“I—well, isn’t it obvious?” He asks with a little laugh. He sets down his half full glass on the table. 

“Not to me, apparently.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “But I am notoriously bad at reading the room.” Marc laughs and you do too. “I can’t believe you’re telling me this after finding out I have an insane ex.” Marc snorts, glancing at the window beside you before meeting your eyes again. 

“We’re not worried about him.” 

“Again with the we stuff,” you say, shaking your head. “Your apartment isn’t the one that got ransacked.” You shiver. “I’m just… I’m glad I wasn’t there. I’m glad you weren’t there.” It’s all too easy to remember just how hard Jamie can hit. Absently, your fingers trace the scar just beneath the sleeve of your shirt. 

“Sweetheart, I’m more than capable of defending myself. And you.” The confidence in his words makes you shiver pleasantly. “Trust me.” There’s a heat in his eyes and in his voice that leaves you both interested and a little apprehensive. It’s a bad time to date—though it seems lately it’s always a bad time to date. Jamie had been practically breathing down your neck even from prison before you’d moved, calling, sending letters ranging from promises to do better when he returned and threatening that you would regret ever having involved the law in the first place. 

Not exactly the stuff budding relationships are made to withstand. 

You lick your dry lips. “And you’re anticipating having to do that?” 

“If you needed me to.” He says it plainly and without hesitation, and a little chill travels up your spine at his matter-of-fact delivery, and the dark intensity of his gaze. 

“Awfully neighborly of you.” The whiskey burning in your belly has emboldened you—you want to hear him say it. Hear him admit it, instead of dancing around it. You need Marc to make it real—mostly because you’re afraid to. He grins at you, and your stomach twists itself into a gordian knot. 

“Maybe I’m interested in being more than neighborly.” His hand is warm when he places it over yours on the table. You revel in it for a second too long before withdrawing your hand, curling it against your chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I—” He pinches the bridge of his nose before scrubbing a hand down his face. “Whiskey.” 

You nod with a soft laugh. “Yeah,” you say, swallowing thickly. “Whiskey.” The silence is even louder than his admission, and you find yourself making excuses to escape it. “I should, um. I should head to, to bed.” 

“Mm.” Marc nods, his eyes back on the window. “Goodnight.” 

“Night.” 

When you close the bedroom door you linger in front of it, rocking from foot to foot. It’s been so long since you’ve dated, you’re unsure of the etiquette—you don’t remember the proper order of operations, not anymore. The debate in your head leaves you paralyzed, fingers twisting in the hem of your t-shirt. Should you go back out? Talk more? Do you even have anything to say? 

Should you tell him that you like him too? 

That you look forward to your Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday shifts the most because those are the ones that start with him? Honesty’s a stranger to you now, mostly because being honest about your feelings had usually been a one-way-ticket to Jamie’s shit list—but Marc isn’t Jamie. 

He’s not. 

You place a hand on the door handle, and when you push down it swings back open easily, revealing Marc on the other side. His hand is outstretched, like he’d been about to do the exact same thing. 

“Come here.” Marc groans as he pulls you hard against him. You’re dizzy from him—and from the whiskey you can still feel warming your veins. His mouth feels so good on yours that you whine a little in protest when he stiffens and pulls away. 

“I—fuck, I’m sorry.” He runs a hand through his curly hair, looking up at the ceiling before mouthing another curse. “I’m sorry. I—you’re vulnerable and I fucking—shit.” Marc shakes his head again. “I have wanted to do that since goddamn April.” He admits with a soft laugh. He presses another to your forehead, and you laugh too. 

“April, huh?” You grin at him. Marc’s body is solid against yours, hard muscle boxing you in against the door, but you don’t mind it. “You—o-oh,” His hands skim your sides hungrily, bunching up your t-shirt as they slide beneath it. You gasp as he cups your breasts beneath the fabric, and Marc curses again. 

“Marc—”

“I don’t think you’re going to work tomorrow.” His thumbs flick across your nipples, and you moan, head falling back against the door with a thud. “Okay?” You nod as one of his hands drops to your hip, pulling at the elastic of your pajama shorts. He snaps it against your skin and you hiss. “Good.” His mouth finds yours again and you melt against him, knock-kneed and sighing. Marc kisses you breathless, walking you backward until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. 

“It’s okay, right? Fuck, tell me it’s okay,” he pulls your t-shirt over your head, groaning at the sight of you. Marc crashes over you like a wave. There’s so little space between his words and his actions you don’t really have time to consider yourself if it really is okay before you’re nodding your assent. 

“I-it’s okay.” His hands are everywhere, tugging at your nipples, cupping your chin affectionately while he sucks on your tongue, tugging down your pajama shorts— “Marc, Marc slow down—”

“M’sorry, Baby,” he presses a line of heated kisses down over the curve of your hip. “Just—just wanted this for so long.” His desperation is palpable, his touches hungry, reverent. You feel him settle himself between your legs, his hips fitting neatly between your thighs. “Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful.” He presses his lips to the space between your breasts, and then you see his eyes go dark before he caresses the burn mark on your arm with soft fingers. 

“Jamie?”

“Jamie.” 

He mutters something then, something you don’t quite catch. You don’t even hear it, not really, the words barely registering as background noise before he kisses you again—“fucking deserved it” before they’re gone, disappeared into the heated air between you. 

To his credit, Marc does slow down, taking his time lavishing his attention on each of your breasts until your nipples are puffy and oversensitive, each pass of his tongue making you squirm and whine. As he does so, he slides a hand down to cup your cunt, and you gasp, hips rolling shamelessly into his hand. He moans, grinding the thick weight of his cock against your thigh. 

“Didn’t you tell me to slow down?” He asks, his tone mocking. You had, but you don’t have the bandwidth to explain that that wasn’t what you’d meant, but you aren’t really sure you want him to stop now, no, not when his fingers feel so good—

“F-fuck, fuck, Marc-!” He rolls your clit between his fingers, his eyes trained on the slick mess he’s making between your thighs. 

“Again,” he says lowly, repeating the motion as you squeal, thighs locking around his hand. “Say my name like that again.” And when he drops to his knees and latches his mouth onto your cunt like he’s starving for you, you do. His name, mixed in with strings of curses as he curls his fingers inside of you and circles your clit so perfectly with his tongue. 

“M-Marc!” 

He sighs against you, mumbling curses and praises into the slick folds of your pussy. With the hand not buried between your writhing thighs, he holds you down, keeping your hips pressed against the bed. You whine as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit, and you throw your head back against the mattress as your hips buck pitifully. He mumbles something against you that you can barely hear, “He didn’t fucking deserve you,” but you don’t get the chance to ask him about it as his tongue finds you again. 

“Sweetheart I need to know—” Marc scissors his fingers inside you—“do you want to cum on my face or on my cock?” Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he hums, shaking his head. “Use your words.” He punctuates the demand with a long, slow lick through your sopping folds, and you hate that you can’t make yourself look away. The choice is taken from you when he rolls your clit hard against the roof of his mouth and electricity arcs through you down to your toes. 

You’re cursing and crying as it happens too, rocking against his face as he mumbles unintelligible words into the skin of your inner thigh. Your twitching fingers are tangled in the sheets and his curly hair, you realize, though Marc’s voiced no complaint, though when you release him, he leans up to grin at you, pressing a damp kiss to the side of your knee. His face is half soaked from you, and he absently draws the back of his hand across his mouth before he gets to his feet. 

Your head is still spinning as he tugs you down the mattress to meet his hips, and you gasp at the feel of him. Thick and throbbing, Marc rocks against you with a moan. 

“Feels good, right Baby?” He asks lowly, reaching down to press the head of his leaking cock against your clit. You’re still sensitive, and you whine, attempting to retreat from the feeling but Marc holds you still with a chuckle. He spreads your thighs with one smooth motion, his hands pressing outward steadily until you’re wide open before him. “Too good, maybe.” Your response is a slurry of syllables and his name, cut short as he pushes inside without preamble and the words all cease. You’re practically choking on them—on him, the thick weight of him burning deliciously as he parts you. 

You would whine and plead and moan Marc’s name, only you can’t get the air in. There’s not enough room with his cock inside you, and the weight of him pressing you down into the mattress. He mumbles a curse as he draws back before sliding all the way home again with a satisfied sigh. There is no cool-down with Marc, no, only one exhilarating peak to the next. Tears gather in your wide eyes as you feel the pull again, only deeper, and more—

“Baby are you crying?” He asks breathlessly, and you feel him throb hard inside you. “Ah, fuck.” Marc’s hands are everywhere then, squeezing your chin as he forces you to look him in the eye, two fingers resting on the flat of your tongue, the other gripping the curve of your hip as he slams into your over, and over. You cum again, you can’t help it, drool leaking down your chin and tears tracking down into your hair as he stares hungrily down at you. You clutch at his wrist, mumbling his name against his fingers. 

“Fucking—you are going to make me—” You haven’t even finished cumming yet when Marc does too, holding you so tight you know there will be bruises. Marc pulls his fingers from your mouth, wiping them on the sheets. He doesn’t pull out though, humming with pleasure as an aftershock makes you clench down around him. 

Good thing I have the IUD. He hadn’t asked, but you’d learned your lesson well enough already to get the stuff no one could sabotage—not that you thought Marc would do that. It was spur of the moment—not time, or thought to grab a condom, you were sure. He smiles down at you, as if in reassurance. 

“You okay?” He cups your chin. Your body is still humming with the echoes of the pleasure from before, your thigh muscles twitching every few seconds, and you feel warm, like you’re floating in blissful soup. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod with a smile of your own. “I’m, um. Really good.” 

He slips out of you then, and crawls up onto the bed beside you with a huff before tugging you against his chest. “Come here.” You giggle when he presses a kiss into your hair. Your thighs slide together, wet and sticky, and you groan. 

“At least let me clean up first,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Okay?” Marc folds his arms. 

“Only because you asked so nice.” When you get out of bed, the palm of his hand cracks across your ass and you squeal, batting his eager hands away. 

“I’ll be right back, jeez.” His eyes are already closing as he dozes off, nodding absently. You shrug into his t-shirt, grabbing your own shorts before heading off to the bathroom.

His bathroom is in much the same place as yours, if a little larger. You help yourself to his body-wash, rinsing the evidence of your romp from your still tender skin. As you dry off, you realize you’d been right in your earlier summation that Marc would leave visible reminders on your body, the hollows where his fingers had been already turning dark and angry. 

He’s strong.

You exit the bathroom and turn back toward the bedroom—when a dull thump makes you pause. 

“Marc?”

There’s no answer from your paramour, and when you peek back into the bedroom, he’s full asleep, eyes closed and lips ever-so-slightly parted as his soft breaths puff through them. You hold yourself as you stare into the darkness of your lover’s apartment, fear twisting in your belly. Could Jamie have gotten in somewhere? Another door? An open window? 

In your own apartment, the hallway ends just past the bathroom, with just enough room for an end table to fit neatly beneath a rather expensive looking painting you’d bought for three bucks at Goodwill. In Marc’s, there’s a whole other bedroom. You hesitate, your fingers trembling above the handle before you open it. You’re expecting another bedroom like the one you’ve been sharing with Marc, and to some extent it is—but the far wall is simply… missing. There’s a hole roughly eight, maybe nine feet wide smashed through the brick, though there’s drop-cloths and tools littered around it like it’s a work in progress. 

“Hello?” You pick up a hammer, hefting the weight of it in your hands. “Jamie, if you’re here… you better fucking not be.” You’re not ready for a fight—you’re not even wearing panties under these damn shorts—but when have you ever been? You step through the plastic sheeting into the room on the other side. The building next door isn’t finished—and you don’t know that it ever will be. The perfect fucking location. What if your ex had set up shop here? Watching you? Waiting?

Your foot catches against something and it almost sends you sprawling, your palms scraping against the exposed brick walls. You’ve never been particularly adept at seeing at night, and you squint down at the dark shape slumped against the wall in the narrow space. It takes your eyes some time to adjust, and your heart leaps straight into your throat as you make sense of it. 

It’s a leg. 

You feel the scream building in your throat, and you clap a hand over your mouth to keep it down. The owner of the leg doesn’t move, though, doesn’t rise from their position slumped over on the floor like a puppet with slack strings. You swallow. 

“Hello?” There’s no response. Timidly, you tap their foot with your own, and when they don’t move, don’t breathe, the terror in your chest becomes concern. You kneel down slowly, squinting in the dark. “Are you okay—”

This time you do scream as finally your eyes adjust, and Jamie’s blank, dull eyes stare back into yours like glassy marbles. 

Why is he here? What the fuck, what the fuck— You stumble backwards against the wall, covering your mouth with your hands. It was Marc’s apartment—you’d gotten here through Marc’s apartment. You feel the urge to vomit, but there’s nothing in your stomach but bile. You retch it up anyway, before drawing the back of your hand against your trembling mouth. 

“I really thought I locked this.” Your head snaps up. There, silhouetted against the gently swaying plastic sheeting, is Marc. You can only see the shape of him, but your skin prickles at his presence anyway. You don’t answer. “I’m sorry, Baby. I really didn’t want you to find out like this. I was going to tell you you were safe, I promise. I was just enjoying being with you so much.” You watch his hands curl into fists, before he drops them back down to his sides. “I couldn’t let him hurt you again.” 

This time, you do answer. “You killed him,” It’s hard to keep the accusing note out of your voice. 

“I saw him trashing your apartment. I knew he was going to wait for you to get back from shopping with your mom—” You practically choke on your tongue. How did he know that? How did he know you were with your mother? “And I couldn’t take the chance he’d get to you.” He shakes his head. “He’s not a good man, Sweetheart. He had to go.” 

“I see why you weren’t worried. Hard to worry about a dead man.” No sooner than you force the words out, Marc lunges at you, grabbing at you through the sheeting. He misses, though, and you stumble around behind him, practically tripping back into his apartment. You feel dizzy and uncoordinated, like your body can only give you the bare minimum of responses. 

“You need to rest, Sweetheart. It’s been a long day for you.”

“F-fuck you.” The words are like loose marbles in your mouth, rolling around aimlessly. You pull the door shut as you throw yourself through it, realizing belatedly that you’d never seen Marc take a single sip of his Jack Daniels—and you beat the hammer against the  door handle until it bends unnaturally, and you drop it from your clumsy fingers. 

You can hear Marc shouting, but the words are too far away to make sense, or at least, that’s how they sound in your cotton filled ears. You don’t even realize you’re down on your knees until you feel the hallway rug on your hands, the short, hard fibers digging into your raw palms. The door isn’t that far away now, but it still feels like miles as you drag yourself towards it, blood roaring in your ears.

It is cruel irony when you reach it, cool air flowing from the sliver of space between the door and the threshold while you pant on the floor. You can’t reach the handle, are too weak drag yourself to your feet so that you can—so you beat feebly against the thick metal, your tongue flopping uselessly in your mouth. 

As you lay your heavy, throbbing head against the cool floor, your fingers skip across deep scratches in the wood. The bench has been moved. Many times. On the floor across from you are more scratches, like the bench had been moved to sit parallel to the door. Tears leak from your bleary eyes, pooling on the floor beneath your cheek. It was the perfect height for someone to sit at. 

The perfect height for Marc to watch you, through the keyhole. 

the end.

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Reaper 13

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Warnings- possessive behavior, aggression, threats, mention of murder, stalking, illegal acts  we do not Condone, knife play, impact play (slapping x spanking), daddy kink if you squint, breeding kink mention, degradation, dom/sub dynamic, dumbification if you squint, choking, bondage w belt, hair pulling.... you get the gist everything is filthy as per usual 

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Tourist attractions really weren’t Harry’s thing, especially in his own city. He thought it was all a bit underwhelming, he’d rather look at a photo and be over it. He never thought he’d ever step foot in the Victoria and Albert Museum, Kensington was no place for someone like him. Yet there he was, watching his own work of art, Bunny, read the plaques by each painting.

The way her eyes lit up this morning when he told her they’d do whatever she wanted, he didn’t have it in himself to say no. So he let her drag him along to all the sites, even going as far as taking photos with her. If she were anyone else, he would tell her to stuff it- but that smile made it worth every moment of internal suffering.

“I’m getting hungry,” Bunny whispered to him, wanting to be respectful of the environment. Her arm had snaked its way under his, her hand curling around his bicep for comfort.

Harry chuckled when he felt her squeeze at the muscle, mindlessly going to place a kiss on the top of her head. The mindless affection had become more and more common. “You okay to head back towards the hotel? The options around here are a bit shit.” Harry continued in a hushed tone, guiding the two of them towards the stairs to begin exiting. “Plus, there are a bunch of pubs back that way… can get you some of that authentic food to try.”

“Authentic food?” She raised a brow. “You mean beans on toast? Egg in the hole?” There was teasing in her tone, a giant grin on her face as he looked down at her. She was taunting him, but it was good to see her really fucking smile after these last few weeks.

A scoff sounded from his throat, eyes rolling as they continued. “Lucky you’re cute. Or I’d toss your ass into the Thames, and that is particularly unpleasant.” He retorted, lightly pinching her side to make her squeak.

“Oi! Precious cargo here.” Her hip bumped into his as they walked, looking at her fake wedding ring. Although it wasn’t real, seeing it and what it represented made her stomach flutter. Would that be a possibility? Would he ever actually propose? What ring would he actually choose? He’d probably do it somewhere very private and secret, just the two of them. Shaking herself out of that thought, she continued. “What I was saying was, yes. I’m happy to head back. Your arm must be tired from holding all of my stuff.”

It wasn’t too bad. A few bags with the very tacky and overpriced London swag, things he knew she would probably stick on a shelf and not use- but part of him felt some sort of happiness that she liked it enough to buy souvenirs. “S’fine, darling. Snow globes and tee shirts and magnets are surprisingly lightweight.”

“Right, so you don’t mind if I drag us into the gift shop?” Bunny teased and squeezed his arm, tripping over her feet a bit as she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

Harry had never thought he’d experience this type of relationship. It almost felt juvenile with how they clung to one another and got shy at each other's teasing ocassionally. It felt so out of character for him, but then again, it came naturally with her. He thought, if his life had been different, that maybe that’s how he was meant to be.

“Thought you said you were hungry?”

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Pubs were a quintessential part of the British experience. You could go just about anywhere in the UK and there would always be a pub to welcome you in. Sure, the decor was a bit outdated, but Harry always thought it made them more charming. No two pubs were exactly alike. Some had different stools.

“What do you fancy? Fish and chips? Bangers and Mash? Gonna take you for a roast at the weekend.” Harry’s speech had already adjusted, his accent thicker than she’d ever heard it before. It made Bunny smile fondly, she’d never seen him in a mood like this and she was cherishing every second.

“Fancy, huh? You’re sounding incredibly British today, Mr.Davidson.” She winked, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and looping them as they settled at the end of the bar. The mood was just so good today, and she was relishing it.

“Fancy, yes. Like I fancy you.” His voice was quiet, a tiny smirk on the corner of his lips as she felt her heart stutter in her chest. His hands came to hold her hips, cuffing them with his cool skin and making her shiver. Her outfit wasn’t particularly thick- which was why she had stopped to buy the coat she’d hung up when they walked in. If someone stole it, oh well. It was pretty cheap.

“You do?” She peered at him through her lashes, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Gonna make me blush. Look at you, flirty man.” Harry had been exceptionally affectionate today and it had almost taken her off guard. Like he could finally let go a bit and give her the proper boyfriend treatment, loved treatment, whatever it was called. It made her all fuzzy and hot in her stomach.

“Good. Like making y’shy.” He tugged at the ends of her hair. “Soon as a table opens up we can sit down and properly eat.” But he didn’t mind standing here. He soaked in every second of her leaning into him, playing like a proper couple on a ‘honeymoon’. He liked the feeling of the ring on that finger.

Bunny nodded along, letting her eyes wander around the dimly lit space. The place wasn’t too packed, though as the clouds drew in it seemed everyone was looking for shelter.

“Y/N? No fucking way.” A familiar voice interrupted Bunny from her train of thought. Her head snapped in the direction the voice was coming from, swallowing thickly. Fuck. Not here- not now.

“Ian?” She hadn’t seen him in years, not since he moved away for college. She had been so devastated back then. Sterling’s departure had taken a toll on her and well, Ian wasn’t man enough to tell her he too would be leaving her.

“Are you stalking me?” He joked, taking a step towards her. It seemed as though he hadn’t noticed just who she was there with.

Harry was quick to place himself between them.

Who the fuck is this? And why the fuck did he know Bunny? His jaw clenched so hard he was surprised his teeth didn’t crack, feeling fingers gently pressing against his arm as he looked down at the shorter man.

Was this some sort of sick joke?

“Who the fuck are you?” His words were cold, his molten relaxed nature from before cooling quickly before shattering like glass on the pavement. His eyes were sharp and hard as he looked down, feeling her peek over his arm and try and move closer but he extended it to keep her behind him.

Whoever the fuck this Ian was, he was in London. A place where she knew no one. The world couldn’t possibly be that small, and he was on edge all over again. “Are you following her?”

Oh god. Bunny stepped forward, clutching Harry’s arm in her grasp to try and chill him out. It looked bad, it definitely looked bad and she could understand his irritation, but-

“H, it’s okay-“

“No. It isn’t.” His harsh tone stung his own ears as he approached further, eyes zeroed in on him. “I’ll ask again, How the fuck did you find her here?”

“Find her?” Ian looked like he had seen a ghost. He had remembered Reaper, very very well. How could he forget all the times he’d come over and he’d be outside working on his bike? The death stare he gave was enough to have him rushing inside without turning back. He was aware of the reputation Reaper held, to say Ian was scared was an understatement.

“Dude, I swear I wasn’t trying to make any moves, just surprised she’s here— I live here man.” Ian was in a rush to finish his sentences, attempting to clear the lump forming his throat.

“Baby, you know that, remember? I was dating him before Sterling left.” Bunny peeped up from behind him, her heart beating out of her chest. The last thing she needed was for Harry to cause a scene when they were trying to lay low. While the coincidence was shocking, she knew full well Ian was too stupid to pull off what her stalker was pulling.

“Where?” Harry barked, preparing to grill the man for all he was worth. If he couldn’t tell him a way a Londoner would understand, he was worried he would do his head in right here on the bar. His stomach had already been turning at the mere mention of him dating her before, but the thought of being face to face with someone who could possibly be part of this ongoing torture of his girl? He was seething.

“Canary Wharf, a few stops on the DLR. I’m not giving you my address, sicko.”

“Sicko?” He laughed without humor. “I’m not the one following girls around. How’d you know she’d be here?” He took a step closer, the hair on the back of his neck prickled as he tried to scan the man’s face for any hint of lying.

He was scared shitless, as he should be, but Harry was thrown right back into the paranoia that he usually felt back home. The hesitation and distrust of anyone who got around her. How perfect would it be for her obsessive ex to be the one following her around?

“I didn’t! I swear I didn’t, bro. I’m just as surprised as she is- t-tell him, Y/N. Please!” He was backing up slightly as Harry took another step forward, making her grab his arm and try and tug him back.

“H- Hey.” She gently dragged her fingers down his arm. “Please. It’s okay. He’s been here for a while, he left a while back. I didn’t know where he was moving to.” Trying to diffuse the situation was unnerving. She’d seen Harry get like this a few times, but she didn’t want to make a scene here. “Look at me, please. He’s not the person you think.” Meaning her stalker. She could see the cogs turning in his mind, the nervousness from how he worked his jaw, how his other hand had slipped behind him to have a hand on his gun if he needed it. They couldn’t afford to have that happen in such a public place, but it was well known that Harry, when he was Reaper mindset, didn’t care. He would take out a threat and deal with the consequences. As much as it warmed her that he was that dedicated to her safety, it wasn’t any good if he went down for taking out the wrong guy.

“Babe.” Her stern tone cut through the tension, her hand moving to squeeze over his hand tightly. This couldn’t happen. Bunny’s heart was beating out of her chest, looking between the two of them as she tried to figure out what her next move was. “Ian, you remember Harry yeah?” She began, her fingers rubbing gentle circles over the wedding band on her boyfriend’s hand. It would be hard to explain it to Ian, so she figured it was best to keep them hidden. “He brought me here to London to show me around, we’ve been together for a while now so it felt like a good time to see where he came from.”

Harry was still sizing Ian up, chest heaving slightly. Focusing on the sound of Bunny’s voice, he could still hear the faint sound of blood pumping in his ears. This guy was harmless, she had ruled him out but Harry’s brain was still on high alert.

“Anyways, we were just leaving,” Harry interjected, no longer wishing to be in this idiot's presence. He needed to be back in a safe space with his Bunny.

“We don’t have to-“

“I just remembered our reservation. Let’s go.”  The tone of his voice had taken her off guard, unfamiliar with the sweet one he usually held specifically for her, but she would let it go despite how it stung under her skin. He was wound up and nervous, and he had just had a scare in the one place he had seemed to key his guard down. She had to remember that. He had just been knocked over, metaphorically speaking.

“You don’t have to run off,” Ian said with a laugh, feeling a bit bolder and wanting to reclaim that stupid masculinity he had felt was stripped of him from the interaction. “I’m not going to try and steal her-“

Before he could finish, his shirt was fisted in Harry’s hand, his body whipped around and pressed to the bar as the cocky look on his face faded to fear. His eyes were dark and cold, though the anger was simmering under the surface of his skin.

“You can’t have her. She isn’t an item to be stolen. I’ve heard about your puny cock and the lack of care you’ve given my girl. Bold of you to assume she’s mentioned more than her dissatisfaction over you.” He did indeed remember this dickhead. It made him want to drag him to the back alley and use the silencer on his gun to take him out. But he was in public. So threats would have to do. “If you breathe a word of her being here, if you try to contact her, if you even look at her again tonight, I will end you. Make your life a living hell, and end it with your body sunk in the Thames.” His words were quiet, but so matter of fact that Bunny’s eyes widened. The pub noises would filter out anyone else hearing, but she could.

“I know the people from the deepest depths of the underground here. One fucking call and I’ll have your entire flat ruined, your bank account drained, and your body strung up in an abandoned building before they dispose of you. So heed this warning very, very carefully.” He got closer. “You’ll stay here, order a pint, and forget that this night and my woman has ever existed. If I hear a word of this breathed out -and I will- I’ll make good on my phone call.” Eyes traced him in disgust. “And you won’t make very good fish food, either.”

Finally, he dropped the guy and pulled Bunny with him, trying to be mindful of how hard he pulled so her shorter legs wouldn’t make her fall. But he was livid. Angry, his face blank and nostrils flared as he grits his teeth.

She decided to stay silent, following him and wrapping her arm around his, their connected fingers an anchor for the both of them. “I’m sorry.” Her voice peeped, looking up at him. “I-didn’t know he would be there. I swear I haven’t known anything since he moved.”

He froze. Why was she apologizing?

Harry could hear the sound of his teeth grinding, though it seemed he felt no pain. His focus was purely on getting her back to the hotel as safely and quietly as possible. Stupid fucking idiot had to choose this pub of all pubs in London to walk into and ruin the perfect end to the day for his perfect girl.

“S’ fine, Bun.” Harry tried his best to reassure her, though his breathing was still heavy and his mind was still racing. He was on high alert as he guided the two of them through the busy crowd of Leicester Square, no one paid much attention to them there. Only one more turn and they’d be safe in the street right by their hotel.

Bunny wasn’t sure what she was expecting as they entered the hotel and made their way up. She chose to stay quiet, her arms wiggling their way around his waist as her head rested against his chest in an attempt to soothe them both. His heart was pounding, though his muscles were noticeably less tense than they had been at the pub.

She didn’t think she’d be able to eat much now, her main concern was tending to Harry. It’d been a good while since he’d snapped back into his protective state, they’d worked so hard to get him to actually relax on this trip. She had been worried it was all for nothing.

“Talk to me.” She murmured as they entered the safety of their room, the sound of Harry double-checking the locks behind them had her eyes squeezing shut. She wished he didn’t have to go through this. If only they didn’t go to that pub.

His throat bobbed as he scanned the room again, only broken out of the trance when her hands gently grabbed his face, cradling his jaw. All she did was gentle. She treated him with a softness no one else ever had, one that he had never even thought of himself being able to have.

There was a moment he stood without a word, looking down at him as he tried to gather himself. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her or make her feel neglected like he had the time before, but it was really fucking hard to do that. His body was taught, tense and he held back tremors of both rage and fear. It was a false alarm, sure, but he had felt all the feelings he imagined surfacing from finding the son of a bitch stalker. His uneven breathing filled the room as she continued to try and soothe him, her soft and concerned gaze killing him. How the fuck was she being so good with him even after what he had done? How he had shut down?

“I was terrified.” He admitted into the silence of the room. “That it was him. I’m still not convinced he isn’t involved.  I was letting myself get too relaxed. You’re in danger.” He stressed, head tilting back as he ran his hands over his face. There was obvious regret and self anger in his tone, breaking her heart just a bit more. “I was selfish for not letting my head be on a swivel.  I could never forgive myself if I let you get hurt. Ever.” Hs hands peeled off his cheeks so he could look at her, the seriousness of his words bleeding through.

“I promised to protect you. Not only to your father, to your brother- but to myself. This whole thing, you and I? It isn't just sex to me, Bunny. You’re- you’re mine. In every fucking sense of the word. The one person that means anything to me and if I fuck up because I want to- I want to be selfish and just let go? I’d die. If you hurt, I hurt. I can’t ever let it happen.” He felt the intensity in his stomach rise, the feelings he had been trying to keep in check boiling over in the pot. Frothing over the edges, he couldn’t stop himself from falling for her, no matter how many times he had stirred and tried to keep the overflow at bay.

“You mean the most to me. I’ve never cared this much about a person. I felt so much rage… not only at him but at myself. I’m so angry.” He growled. “He looked at you. He touched your arm. How much fucking clearer does it have to be?” Slowly backing her up, Bunny trusting him as her back bumped against the door and her head tipped up to look up at him. Her angry knight. So passionate about protecting her. “Do I have to get you a sign to tell people you’re mine? That I’m yours and I will rip their hearts from their chest, I will slice off any finger that touches you?” His eyes blazed, Harry’s discomfort obvious. He meant every word. AS gruesome as he could be, she hadn’t seen the whole of it yet. This girl got to see the good parts of him and he was convinced that she would be the only one they were reserved for.

Bunny’s eyes searched his, trying to find some kind of sign. Sure, his emotions were on high, but he meant each word he was saying. She could feel it— never once did his words falter, his gaze never leaving hers as his fingertips delicately began to push her jacket off of her shoulders.

“Say something.” Harry breathed, his eyes too scanning hers in an attempt to anchor himself in the moment. When he was with her nothing else mattered, he didn’t have to be anyone he wasn’t. With her he was free. “I mean every word—“

“I know.” Bunny’s voice had been so quiet she wasn’t even sure if he heard it. The words she had wanted to say were hiding just under her breath, if only she felt brave she would tell him. Profess that she loved him and that she trusted him more than anyone else in this world. “I keep thinking,” She started, her sentence interrupted by the thump of her jacket falling on the floor. “You’re the only one I’d want to be here with. The only one I want…” Her words trailed off with a soft moan. God, she was sick.

Cold fingertips dragged up along her arm, Harry’s other hand finding the warmth of her lower back just under her top. He really couldn’t help himself, she was the only thing that could get him to relax.

His stomach heated with a different sort of passion. A flick of a candle, a switch of a blade, a single moan. Her soft body melted into his own as her eyes bore into his own, that calming energy sinking into his skin and melding into arousal that he couldn’t help. She was aroused by this?

Yes. She was. The woman was affected by his words, by his protective nature. Even as deprived and awful, inhumane as his version of justice could be perceived as, she was excited by it. Flattered. His face got closer to hers, bracing with his arm against the door.

“I mean it.” His words were a shaky exhale. “I mean every fucking word.” His hands slipped further under the fabric, her hot skin melting his icy interiors yet again. “Anyone touches you… anyone even thinks about stroking this perfect skin… tasting your mouth…. Harming a single hair on your head. I’d end them.” He pressed closer, fingers finding the nape of her neck. “I’d kill for you, baby. D’you know that?” Harry doubted that she would ever actually know the full extent of what he would do for her. How close she had him to being on his knees at her wish.

She nodded, their noses brushing together. Harry smiled, not a normal one but what she could consider almost feral. Hot. Her thighs trembled as she couldn’t recall anyone else who had been able to gain such a reaction from her body. Their interactions were always something she felt fully, but his intensity was ringing in her ears, throbbing through her body. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt that he would.

“I almost did tonight. I meant every word. And I’ll do the same back in Vegas. I’ll find who is tracking you… I’ll send them to meet Hades myself. And then… then I’m going to take you on a proper vacation. I’m going to take you to a beach and fuck you on the sand, I’m going to fuck you on my bike, I’m going to do everything you deserve.  I know I don’t deserve you. But I’m a selfish son of a bitch, Bunny. I’m mean, I fight, I do illegal shit, I’ve got blood on my hands and targets on my back, but I’m keeping you anyway.” Their breathing mingled as he tried to control himself but it was slipping.

His lips pressed against hers hard, feeling her fists on his shirt to pull him closer. It was no use.

“I will burn the entire fucking city down to make sure you’re safe. I’ve never been afraid of anything. Death, fire, pain. But I’m fucking terrified of losing you.”

Time stood still as the two of them stood barely a step into their hotel room. Harry cradled her with his arm, unable to get enough of his skin on her own. Her shivers only drove him all the more insane, he was hypnotized by the feeling she brought him, the comfort of her existence was something he felt himself continuously getting drunk on. He didn’t want to stop himself, he couldn’t. Not when every moment felt like it could be their very last.

“I’m not going anywhere, Harry. I’ll always find you.” Bunny knew there was very little could do, but on the off chance that this fucker managed to find her she would leave as many clues for Harry as she possibly could. No way would she let some monster get in the way of this beautiful blossoming relationship. “Even if it hurts me.” She whispered, eyes flickering down to his lips. She was hungry to taste them again, it was the perfect remedy for the comedown of shock. What if she wanted it to hurt?

“Please let go just for tonight… just take me how you want to.” She would do just about anything to get him back to a relaxed state again. This feral look on his face awakened something in her, he’d previously mentioned he’d been holding back. There was something about the dark breathy chuckle he let out that had her mind reeling.  “I’m serious.” Bunny felt her heart rate picking up as he toyed with the delicate skin of her neck. “Please.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” He whispered, trying to keep that curated delicacy he had reserved for her at hand- but failing. Failing miserably.

“I do.” She whispered back, arching into him. “You’re upset. You want to prove that I’m yours?” There was danger in taunting him. The girl knew that. But she wanted him to break down, to give in to those urges again. The last time had been so, so good. She could still feel the slight ache but she wanted more. Greedy. She was so incredibly greedy for every lick and drop of affection, his real self she could get. Her hand reached for his, pulling it towards the front of her throat to collar it.

“Fuck me, Harry. Own me. Use my body, mark me, make everyone know.” She bleated, eyes wide for him. “Please?” Her lips pressed against his. “Please, please, please. Just for tonight- make me ache. You know my limits. Push them.”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” Harry breathed through his nose, trying so hard not to give in to her even though she was offering herself up on a silver platter. The feeling of his hand around her throat was something that’d felt natural, her kiss tempting him even more. She knew just how to get him to succumb to her desires but there was still that bit of fear.

Sure, the other night they dabbled into the territory. A few good slaps, her slipping into subspace. This, however, was a whole other beast. Harry could be truly sadistic, relentless in the way he fucked women. While his girl had proven to be the perfect slut for him, he still worried that he would lose himself. There would always be more caution in this because he cared about her, he adored her, her life meant something to him. It just made him worry a little about self control when she taunted him. Especially when he was in a mood like this. Where he knew he wouldn’t stop himself from absolutely ruining her.

“I want you to.” Bunny was confident that she could take it. The slaps yesterday were manageable, hot, even and with the right aftercare, she was positive there was nothing he could do that would truly hurt her. Harry in his feral state was terrifying, yes, but a thrill that made her sopping wet. She was the object of his desire, surely the aggression he would lay upon her would translate differently than it had with anyone before her.

“Want you to show me the real you… want to know what it’s like, I can handle it.” She had opened up for him so nicely, let him see her slip into the softest of spaces. She had hoped to see him enter his own headspace, one where they could interact together.

“God….” Harry rolled his head back on his shoulders, his erratic breathing amplified by her fingers pressing over his own, making him squeeze. It got his attention right away. Damn it all to hell. The woman had a road map to the paths to drive him wild the quickest, the buttons installed in the tips of her little fingers.

She moaned. The vibration of it stung his palm. She was serious. Her head rolling back on the door as she hated herself to him with her eyes fluttering at the feeling. She was showing him, taunting him, and Harry could feel the tether to his rational being fraying.

“You… can handle it?” His lips curled up in one of the most cruel little smirks she had ever seen. “The soft, sweet little slut can handle it? Just a bit of slapping has you slipping. You really think you can manage it? When I make a mess out of you?”

Her nod made him narrow his eyes, watching as she blinked up at him. Did she?

He tested the waters, gathering saliva under his tongue and spitting it right on her closed lips, getting a surprised gasp from her. A flinch. “Lick your lips. Clean it up.” He stood straighter, seeming to loom over her. She stood with wide eyes, looking like she was going to speak before he took his fingers from behind her and lightly smacked her cheek.

“I didn’t fucking ask you to speak.  Did I?” Her head shook, a tiny whimper making him laugh before continuing on. “No, I didn’t. I know you get a little brainless when I touch you, all you can think about is cock… but I gave you instruction. Try again.” He hissed, feeling his cock throb at how quickly she let her tongue rub over her lips. Pink brushing over the glistening pair of lips wet with his spit, she slowly dragged the muscle over the pout.

“There we are. Pretty little pet does have some sense floating up there.” He cooed, thumbing the rest she couldn’t get over the rest of her chin and rubbing it into the skin.

There was a pause, his eyes softening for a moment as he checked in. “My messy baby. Are you sure you can handle it? Y’know I adore you.” He pressed a soft kiss to her wet mouth, a direct contrast to his previous actions. “You’re my girl but… I’m gonna be mean to you. You know how to get me to stop, yeah?” It had to be abundantly clear. There wouldn't be unnecessary risks of losing her trust.

Bunny nodded her head, not wanting to risk speaking and making him unnecessarily angry. Just one word, that’s all it would take for him to stop. She decided to take his word for it and behave while she was still grounded in reality, god knows what she’s getting herself into when she was drunk on him and his cock. He’d given her a taste of it last time, blown her expectations out of the water, but she was his greedy girl after all.

His actions had shaken her up just enough for wetness to start pooling in her panties. She loved seeing him in this state, it was so animalistic. He was only focused on one thing and that was pleasure— in this case, his own. She would happily give herself to him a million times over if this meant he could get it out of his system. If it was anything like before she knew she’d enjoy it.

He’d never been mean to her before, it would definitely be a new feeling. However, it was all in the name of sex. Sex makes you say all sorts of things, it’s part of its nature. It’s a connection people can’t properly put into words. Bunny was eager to explore their connection even further and prove their trust.

“That’s a good girl.” He sighed, stroking over her hair before wrapping it around his fist. “Come.”

There was no other option- but Y/N didn’t mind. She followed, relishing in the slight prickling pain on her scalp as he stayed true to his word and led her like a naughty pup over to the bed.

“You’re such a nice girl. It really is such a shock to me that you love acting like a depraved whore.” He said with a chuckle. “Y’know, I thought… the first time we saw each other again, you were so sweet looking. Grown up, not a little girl, but sweet. That big smile and sparkling pretty eyes, bouncing on your feet. And then, later in the night… you crawled up on my lap. Tried to tempt me, with your brother just feet away. That’s when I knew there had to be something with you. Something that made you dirty, just like me.”

He undid his belt with his free hand, the sound of the leather snapping out of the belt loops making her whimper. His start was intense, intently on her eyes as he released her hair. “Wrists in front of you.”

There was no second request. She did it quickly, letting herself feel the warm leather wrap snugly around her wrists and through them. There was a shot of jealousy when she realized she was not the only one he had done this to. No- Harry must have done this dozens of times because of how well he did it, but she kept her mouth shut as he secured her.

“There.” One last tug and she was secure enough to not escape, but easy enough for Harry to be able to undo it quickly. “What a fucking vision you are, darling. Look at you.” His voice aired out, walking in a circle around her. Reaching into his pocket, he steadied himself behind her. His nose brushed her neck, inhaling the scent of her. This was enough to get him drunk. The perfume, her soap, the scent that could only be her…. Biting down on the flesh in a nip to make her yelp.

“Too good. Too fucking good for me, and yet…. You let me do such filthy things to you. I wonder what everyone would think if they knew how eager you were to get my cock in your mouth. So quickly after we agreed I’d be your boyfriend… taunting me. Almost crying because I didn’t give you my cum. And now? Now you want it dripping down your thighs.”

There was a metallic slice in the air, Bunny stiffening as she felt cool metal brush her chest. The flag of his pocket knife. “If they knew you shivered in anticipation while having a knife held to you. You know how nasty you’ve got to be, darling?” He laughed, the heat of it making her shiver again. “Oh, that’s why you’re so perfect for me, little Bunny.”

She gasped as he sliced through the upper part of her top in a swift motion, using his hands to rip the rest off. “But what good is having a beautiful slut at my beck and call if she’s clothed?”

The anticipation was killing her, all her senses heightened. She’d been waiting for him to bring the knife out again, but the unexpected action had her feeling warm. There was something that washed over her, a feeling reminiscent of embarrassment but was much more pleasurable. Sitting there exposed to him, clothes cut, unable to move her hands. The danger of it all was too appealing, Harry played the part well. Though, he wasn’t playing at all.

Harry noticed her breathing pick up, the way her chest was heaving made his cock stir in his jeans. He let the blade of the knife trace down her denim-clad leg, teasing her with the sensation before the tip met the zipper. “I bet you’re soaked under these, my perfect whore. Always ready for me to stuff you.” He was debating cutting the jeans off of her but decided against it, using one hand to unbutton them and pull them down.

Harry wasted no time in slicing her panties off, a dark laugh leaving his lips at her gasp. “Always liked that move, hm? Filthy slut. Open.” He commanded, waiting for her jaw to drop down before stuffing her mouth full of her panties. “Don’t trust you to stay quiet so I think this will do.”

It was degrading, absolutely, but there was just something about the way Harry could make it feel good. The humiliation swam in her stomach pooling down to her cunt, the damp spot on the fabric pressed against her tongue.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” He ran the cold metal over her thighs, over her mound ever so carefully to get it wet before moving in front of her. His eyes were dark, tongue licking up the flat of the blade and groaning at the taste. “Yeah. You can see why I love being parked right between these gorgeous thighs. If you weren’t such a baby, you’d stop complaining about being over-sensitive and let me lick you up. But…” he tossed the knife to the side. “I think….” His hand pushed her to fall on the bed. “It’s time for a proper taste. I’ve got you gagged, bound… I can lick you up, and prepare you for my cock. How does that sound?” He turned his back towards her to the drawer beside the bed, where he had left the cleaned and unpackaged toys. “Oh, that’s right. Y’can’t reply.” The snarky reply somehow left her feeling a bit more hot. How did he manage that?

“Gonna make you so sensitive, and you’re just going to lay there and take it. You loved being my fucktoy last time, so let’s see.” Standing between her legs, he tugged her by the ankles toward the end of the bed while he ignored her muffled squeak.  “Three kicks with your foot if it’s too much. Otherwise? Don’t complain.” Establishing a safe system was imperative regardless of verbal ability.

Bunny felt her cunt throbbing but resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together. It wouldn’t do her any good, not when Harry was standing there looking down at her cunt as if it was his first and last meal all at once. He took his sweet time, picking up one of her legs so he could kiss and bite his way down to her core.  He loved the way she reacted to him, her sensitivity made him crave her that much more. Her scent had him forgetting what he had initially planned to do, eyes zeroing in on her puffy slick folds. Harry’s hands gripped around her thighs, lowering himself till he was kneeling on the floor.

With the panties gagging her, Bunny assumed her moans would be silenced. Instead, she was met with muffled sounds that only elevated the feeling of Harry’s tongue lapping her up. It was an erotic blend, the sound of slurping and sucking making her legs twitch. He was so good at this. Creating environments built to break her down little by little.

He was relentless.

Of course that was a given, but it seemed he was even more desperate tonight to get her, to get every bit of her slick on his tongue and she couldn’t keep quiet, even with her gag. He wasn’t holding back, licking up from her entrance to her clit before spitting back down and using his hand to gently smack over her.

When she squealed, Harry’s wet mouth grinned, filthy promise written in his eyes as he smacked harder over her clit and watched her hips buck up. “Slut for pain. Like when I do that to you?” He shook his head, picking up the toy and dragging up her wet folds. “I hope that extends to some overstimulation. I want you to cry for me today. Good tears. Tears only I can ever get out of you.”

Turning it on he felt her jump, the lower setting making her squirm as he situated it right on her clit whilst his finger slipped into her cunt. “Drooling little hole you’ve got… you’re lucky you love this so much. It’s going to make it far easier for us when I’m fucking you.”

The woman’s breathing was staggered, her stomach clenching at the tension he was creating. It hurt so good, the burn paired with a deep lull of pleasure creeping throughout her body. The gentle vibration of the toy was tormenting her, if only he had turned it up even just one degree she swore it wouldn’t be as agonizing as this.

Whimpers managed to push through the fabric lodged in her mouth, her thighs twitching in his grasp. She was trying her best not to squirm, breathing heavily through her nose as she mentally coached herself through the pleasure. Her cunt squeezed around his fingers, desperate to be filled by his cock once again. He said he was being mean, there would be no point begging. She did tell him he could do what he wanted. Bunny would be good.

“What a perfect fucking whore, I can feel you squeezing me. Want more?” Harry mocked, rubbing the pads of his fingers over her precious g-spot. He was slow with the movements, coaxing more of those delicious little moans out of her. “Should’ve known you could take it— don’t you dare cum before I say so.” He didn’t want to stop touching her, he intended to flood her senses for a good while before giving her her first of many orgasms.

Harry clicked the toy up a speed, chuckling darkly at the way her body jolted. “So sensitive, so greedy…” He just about growled into her thigh, teeth sinking into the skin enough to satisfy him. The man could tell she was gone, but he didn’t want to stop it. Not when she was taking it so well, not when she so clearly wanted more.

She yelped against the fabric, body jerking as his teeth marked her. He hadn’t been joking when he had said he was going to go for it. While he’s bitten her before, this one was a claiming one. Dark and hard and a promise of more, making her drip for him.

“So-ee.” The poor attempt of ‘Sorry’ was muffled through a gag, apologizing from her jolt. His eyes glazed up at her, shaking his head but continuing his slight torture.

Harry loved to see her wet like this. To see the wet juices of her cunt coat his fingers and drip down her folds, all the way down to her ass. Soon enough it would mark the bedcover, and he couldn’t wait for that. His cock was aching, pulsing in his briefs but he was satisfying a different urge.

“Sorry? Mm… Slutty thing is sorry she can’t take a bite. What are we going to do with you?” Adding another finger, her legs twitched as her toes curled, the sloshing, wet sound of them fucking into her the music he needed to hear to his ears. “Don’t fucking cum.” He warned, pressing the vibrator harder against her clit. “Don’t do it. I know you’ve got a filthy set of holes back here, but have some self control.” He could feel it, the beginnings of clenches around his fingers and her thighs trembling as she began to protest behind the gag.

She almost did it. The pain had buzzed on to pleasure as his joined fingers curled right against a spot that had her stomach jumping, but he could tell. Immediately, her muddled moans were disrupted by a screech. His hand yanked away the toy, his fingers pulling out and the wet palm of his hand coming rough roughly onto her cunt.

“What did I say? Did I not just fucking tell you to hold it? You were going to do it anyway.” Again, his hand came down right over her clit, the sharp sting making her writhe under him.  Again. And again. The stringing of slaps to her most intimate area hurt, but they felt good. So good, and Bunny could feel tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

With a glare, Harry’s fingers pulled her spit soaked panties from her mouth and held her jaw roughly, speaking to her through a cruel smile. “Does it hurt too bad?” He cooed, shaking her head back and forth before he narrowed his eyes. “Or…Did you like that? Did my pretty little pain slut like having her cunt smacked around?” He asked, wiping his wet fingers on her cheek. Y/N was stupified, eyes wide and wet and mouth open as she tried to find the words. “Yes or no, Bunny. Use those words. Or did Daddy take them away from you so quickly?”

“Yes, I liked it, Daddy.” Bunny could feel her face heating up as she breathed out her answer. Admitting it to him always made her feel so shy, even more so than being spread out like this. Her body belonged to him, she never wanted to hide from him after the first time. But saying she liked his twisted methods of domination was another story.  She used all the strength she had to hold herself up, using this opportunity to take in his expression. His face was wet—covered in her arousal, and his eyes were dark with pure lust. Primal desire, he couldn’t help himself. Every bit of her struggle to manage the immense pleasure sent him further into the headspace. He swore he could swallow her whole if she’d let him.

“Yeah? You like it, gorgeous?” Harry cooed, noticing the floaty look in her eyes. She was just as far gone as he was, he was glad she had convinced him to give in. His perfect girl, she really could take it.

“I do... I do, I love it.” She mewled, seeking his approval as she looked at him with glassy eyes and pouty lips. “Love e-everything you do to me. I want to make you happy.”

Harry felt that tiny bit of softness leak through the primitive layer, making him pet over her face softly before it melted away. She was dazed, looking like a baby deer- his helpless little Bunny. “I know you do. I could do anything I wanted and you’d thank me for it.” He sighed, shaking his head before pressing his lips to hers. A hint of softness before he had her.

“I could take this little toy….” He took the vibrator, switching it back on to a higher setting and placing it on her clit as he loomed over her shivering body, her mouth open and wet as she took uneven inhales. “And I could tape it to you. I could keep this little thing connected to your poor little clit and make you cum over and over for me until you can’t take it. And you’d thank me.”

A tear dripped down her cheek as she tried to hold back, the orgasm quickly rising as he had found the perfect spot, the perfect pace. “H-sir, sir- please let me cum, please, please, please.” She wrung her hands in the belt, the bite of the leather making her moan. “I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, I wanna be good-“

And then, it was gone. A sob left her throat, frustration raising as Harry’s smirking face was her only vision.

“That was a cute beg. I liked it.” His smile resembled a wolf. Hunting her down, playing with his food. “Let’s try it again.”

Edging.

“No, no, no— Please!” Bunny cried, thrashing slightly in disapproval. “Please, please, please, please—“

Smack.

“Quiet,” Harry commanded, his voice stern as his hand roughly gripped her face. With furrowed brows he stared down at her, daring her to look away. “You were doing so well, what happened?” He kissed his teeth, dropping her from his grip. “If you want to cum you have to listen to me, brat.” He was testing his own patience. Hearing her beg was a weakness of his, but he wanted to prove a point.

Bunny simply nodded, bottom lip quivering for a moment. She wanted to cum so bad she could cry, the smack he placed across her cheek only fueling the fire in her core. “I’m sorry, sir.” She squeaked, blinking away her needy tears in hopes that he would touch her.

“Can I have a kiss? Please.” Her voice changed momentarily, needing him to ground her and remind her that she was doing well despite his harshness.

It was a moment of clarity, her shaky voice bleeding into a slightly unsure tone that had him softening up nearly immediately. It was good to know that his body truly could tell a difference. His fingers stroked her cheek where he had smacked, eyes gentle as he tipped her chin up and pressed their lips together for a loving kiss. “Doing so well for me. Can’t believe how well you’re taking this.” He murmured against her lips. “You’re okay?” The last thing he wanted to do was upset her seriously.

Thankfully she nodded, puckering her lips for a few more kisses which he readily gave to her before he could sense her melting back into position. “There. Good girl. Just tell me if you need me to stop, you know the safe word.” He gently tapped the tip of her nose before he let that dark mask take back over.

She was in awe of how he could do it. How he could be so loving and tender to her and then call her all the names in the book- and even more so because she loved it. Ate up every single piece of it

Without a word, he slipped his hand under her jaw to keep her eyes on him while the other flipped the vibrator back on. “You can cum this time. Then I think you’ll be nice and open for my dick. I want to see you be the pretty, needy little brat. Talk to me. Because as soon as I’m inside you, you’re not going to be able to.” He nudged their noses together. “Because you get so dumb on my cock. I love every bit of it. But someone’s got to remind you who you belong to.”

She belonged to him.

Everyone in this hotel would know that by the end of the night, Harry would make sure of it. Granting her permission to make noise, he knew there was no reason for her to hold back. He himself was tired of the muffled sounds, he wanted to hear her loud and clear.

“Thank you, sir, I-aH” Bunny’s breath hitched, relaxing into the feeling with a low whine. He had started it off deliciously slow again, though the pain from his previous torment had built up. She was sensitive.

“Just wanna cum, wanna show you how good you make me feel.” Bunny’s hands instinctually went to cup her tits but forgot about her bound wrists. She cursed him in her head, quickly losing herself in the pleasure as he turned the toy up another speed.

“Please slap my tits, want you to bite me again— I wanna cum for you over and over and over like you said, sir.” She was gone, far gone.  “I’m your good girl, I promise.”

Harry loved this. He loved every bit of it.

This woman called to every single part of him, making him feel slightly feral as she spoke. This was his best friend’s little sister, the woman he was supposed to protect, and yet she was here telling him to slap her tits, bite her, to make her cum. It was wrong in many senses of the word but Harry had found that part of that made it feel even better.

He growled under his breath, doing exactly as he wanted. “That’s what I wanted.” He chuckled, slapping her bare breast before pinching her nipple. The noise that came from her swollen mouth was unlike what he’d heard before, but it continued when he pulled on it. It was visible in her face, she was wrecked already and he wanted to get her there. Make her babble again, her shaking legs struggling to stay open as he leaned down to bite right on the swell of her breast.

Bunny let out another desperate mewl, the bite hurting so fucking good she was close to seeing stars. “Please, please, I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl for you, I’m yours, keep biting me- M’gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna….” Her frantic squeaks were paired with a dark noise from Harry’s throat, moving to her neck to bite down on the soft curve of her shoulder. As soon as his teeth dug in, she lost it.

The vibrations, the pain of them, his fingers twisting and pinching her breast, the perfect mixture to make her cum. A wail left her plushy mouth as Harry rutted slightly against her thigh, pulling his teeth away to watch her face scrunch in pleasure.

She could feel pins and needles in her legs, crying as she came. The work up to the orgasm, the restraint, his closeness, she was greedy and got one of her wishes.

Bunny sighed in satisfaction, her body convulsing as she rode out the orgasm. “Fuck! Ah-“ She hissed, finally feeling the buzzing of the vibrator on her clit. It seemed that Harry wasn’t satisfied with just the one. “It hurts, Daddy.” She couldn’t bring herself to tell him to turn it off though.

“Shh, give it a few moments, pet…” Harry mumbled against her skin, knowing if she waited long enough the pain would turn to pleasure. It took a few more moments and whines from her till he felt her hips buck up against the toy. “That’s it, give me another one like the greedy little whore you are.” He let his mouth move back down to her chest, sucking at the skin before finding another perfect patch to bite.

Her skin was so warm and smooth against him, though he was starting to get annoyed at the layers he still had on. He hadn’t even bothered to rid himself of his clothes, getting carried away in the moment. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of her either.

“Can I? Fuck— can I cum again? It feels so good, can I, can I, can I—“ Bunny’s breathing was picking up again, eyes squeezing shut as if that would stop the quickly building climax from ripping through her. “I can’t hold it, please say yes, please—”

Pulling off her nipple, his hand smacked against her breast before he barked out the order.

“Cum.”

She felt like she wasn’t in her own body, on her way out. Halfway in. She was hot, sweat on her brow as she shuddered under him. It was fuzzy, her eyes clenching shut as her mouth opened in a silent screech.

Harry loved watching her cum. How her body arched, how she shook, her jaw clenching and her chest heaving. He was going to make sure he could keep this vision exclusively his for the rest of his life.

“That’s it, that’s my fucking girl.” He praised, laughing in disbelief as he felt her gush a little on his hand that held the toy. Messy, wet, everything he had been going for. He knew when it was starting to get too much, her squirm and whine signaling him for the right moment to stop. Pulling it off, he tossed it to the side and pressed their lips together, peppering filthy praises between the kisses.

“My fucking girl. So pretty when you cum for me. You drive me crazy. I’m so obsessed with you.” He panted, pulling back and taking her bound hands, and untying the belt off of her wrists.  They looked a little irritated, making him take a second to stroke over them and bring them together to kiss the irritated skin. “M’not sorry, precious. You loved it.”

He was quick to dispose of the rest of his clothes, kicking them whenever they landed. He just wanted her. She was boneless on the bed, his gorgeous woman, panting as she looked at him with wet cheeks and clenched thighs he had to pry back open.

“C’mon,Baby. Up.” He lifted her towards the top of the bed. settling her onto the pillows, her hair haloed across the linen pillowcases, her bitten lips plump and dark, cheeks wet with her tears from the pleasure. His angelic picture with a frame sent from hell.

“You can touch me now, but I need to be inside of you.”

“I want you,“ Bunny’s hands immediately flew up to his hair, tugging at the roots with vigor. She had been itching to do it since the minute his tongue swiped over her clit, her grip so tight she swore her knuckles were white. “Inside. Right now.” She was still breathless, lifting her head to connect their lips once again.

She loved to kiss him. She would be happy just kissing him forever, but why would she want to when he could fuck her like this? “You’re so hot,” She whined against him, “please put your cock in me. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Bunny let one of her hands trail down his back, nails digging into the skin to inflict a bit of pain and emphasize her words. She needed his cock. “Call me greedy, I don’t care, I want it so bad— I wanna make a mess all over you. Want to feel you,” She trailed off, her eyes glazed over with desire. Her hand moved to grab his, placing it over the softest part of her belly. “Here.”

He had definitely broken her a bit. That shy, soft spoken spirit with a hint of tease had gone full blown need, showing her hand as she broke,  egging him for it. Whining. She liked to be manhandled, she liked how regardless of his rough actions he took time to praise and check in and it drove her mad.

His hand flexed on her stomach, a fire flaring through his body.  His Bunny begging him for it, not a hint of hesitation- it did something for him. A new wick lit inside, engulfing the rest of him in flames.  It triggered a thought. One that would have repulsed him had it been quite literally anyone else…but the girl under him had a way of making him completely and utterly ruin any walls he had up. Rubble on the pavement.

He obliged, settling between her legs and brushing the dripping, ruddy tip of his engorged cock through her slick and puffy lips. It was so easy to get wet enough, wasting little time as he began to push in.

“Then take it.” He whispered, sliding his hand under her neck to hold her there. Right at the nape, eyes watching as hers watered at the stretch. “You want me in your belly, baby? Want to be full of me?” Lips brushed hers. “You are such a needy, desperate little bitch. Y’know that? I adore every part of it. Makes me even more glad that you’re mine… but…” he hissed as she welcomed him in, finding his home deep seated in her cunt with his balls up against her ass. “When you do things like that, makes me want to breed you.” Their mingled breathing paused as Bunny’s caught in her throat. “Ought t’knock you up. Keep you full….. because you’re mine. You know it… but the world should know too, shouldn’t it? Should know *exactly* who you belong to.”

Y/N whined, wide eyed looking at him as her body reacted to the ultra possessive claim. He’s always been a domineering man, but something about such a permanent claim had them both hot. It would be the worst timing, but her legs tightened around him to keep him close.

“Please.” The bleated word hit his lips. “I- yes. Yes. I want it, I want you in my belly. Please do it.”

Harry snickered at her pleading, feeling his cock grow impossibly heavy inside her. She was begging for his load, to have his child. Part of him knew she was just spacey, but he decided he’d let himself imagine she truly meant it for the moment. Would hurt right?

“Asking so nicely, like a good little slut.” He purred, the same feral smile returning to his face. His hips pulled back only to snap back inside her with a guttural moan leaving his throat. “Fucking love your cunt,” He set a slow pace for himself, wanting to meld his cock into every part of her walls. “Think I could spend days inside of you and still never get enough…. And you’re squeezing me so tight, you still aren’t satisfied?”

“No, too slow.” Bunny breathed, at her wit's end. Feeling full of him wasn’t cutting it in this state, she was feigning. Her hips bucked up on her own, her back arching to lean further into him. Her bratty self wasn’t taking too well to this position. He was still going easy on her. “Don’t tease me anymore, know you want to fuck me stupid. Make me hurt. Show me how you want it.”

What she hadn’t expected, though, was the sting in her scalp as he gripped her hair and kept her face still as he filled her to the brim, stopping the thrusts.

No. No, she needed more.

“I think you forget who’s in charge here.” He snarled. “No matter how good your cunt is, I’m the one who owns it. Making demands?” He laughed through his nose. “I’ll do as I damn well please.” His cock pulled back out to the tip before slamming back in, making the bed lurch and hit the wall.

She swore she saw stars, a scream leaving her lips as he repeated it again. Deep, so fucking deep that she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Where did my good whore go? I love that beg but-“ he gave another devastating thrust, making her pant, nails digging into his back roughly. “You turned into a brat. Lucky I need to empty my balls and you’ve got a perfect hole for it, or I’d take it away from you.”

Her grip was strong enough to break skin, nails clawing down the length of his back with primal need.

Harry groaned at the feeling, the burn adding to his arousal. He liked the pain she was inflicting upon him but needed to be closer, deeper.

Without much of a warning, he pulled out and flipped her around, slamming back into her with such force the bed frame smacked against the wall again.

“No more words, Princess? Already gone dumb on my cock?” Harry couldn’t stop his hips from pistoning in and out of her with force. The feeling of her milking him was far too good, he’d teased himself enough and it was time to give in. “Take it. Every, last, bit.” His voice grew dark, pushing himself up off of her so he could take in his view.

Beautiful supple skin ready to be marked in any way he pleased. Her ass was something he couldn’t resist. “Wanted to plug you up today, make you squirm till you begged for me to fill both of your holes.” Thwack. Harry paused to admire the trace left over on her skin. “I couldn’t wait. I knew you couldn’t either— filthy little slut. You’re dripping f’me.” He smirked, placing another heavy handed smack on the opposite cheek.

She didn’t know how good it would feel.

There had been a feeling. With how he had smacked her before, how he had held her a bit rough. She knew that she liked pain and liked to see him in a darker, dominant headspace- but she hadn’t expected to feel the stinging prickles on her cheek and have it travel down to her cunt, showing clearly now as he fucked into her. His smacks had made her moan, the garbled noise fueling him further. His fingers brushed over her hot skin gently and massaged the flesh as his cock pounded into her. A contrast to the heavy thrusts stealing her breath and the slamming of the headboard into the wall behind them.

“Fu-uck. I can’t- I….” She choked on her words as he shifted, one leg over her hip while he stayed between his thighs with the other one. Her ass was spread open with his hand, thumb pressing into her hole as she squealed and thrashed under him.

It was too much. Both her holes being filled, the jostling of her body, being tossed around with her face in the sheets, she came without permission. Screaming muffled into the fabric as her face was stained with sweat and tears, noises punched out of her as he didn’t let up.

If anything? It spurred him on.

The steady sound of the headboard smacking against the wall kept the two of them anchored in reality. They paid no mind to the slow cracking in the bed frame, instead, Harry found himself sinking deeper into a new headspace.

“Greedy girl,“ He growled lowly, his voice settling in the thick air of the room. The smell of sin was enough for him to feel high. “Can’t wait for permission?” Another smack reverberated throughout the room. “You‘ll give me another.” He demanded.

Bunny opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Unable to form a single sentence, she screamed while writhing beneath him. Everything felt fuzzy, her vision blurry, her body completely open. His words made her cunt clench, surprising herself with how much she could take. Her body was begging for more. Her head turned so she could catch her breath, attempting to stabilize herself with her grip on the sheets and mattress. It was no use.

“Knew you’d shut up.” Harry was feral. “Keep screaming, slut. This is exactly what you wanted wasn’t it?”

It was, it was exactly what the both of them wanted- and they wouldn’t be stopping.

Not until it was 3 in the morning, the bed had broken, and their muscles ached.

And a hole in the wall from the bed frame- but that would be a problem for when they woke up. So would Harry’s raised and bleeding scratch marks, the bruising on Y/N’s hips and wrists, the lack of voice she was going to have from screaming when he hit it just right- but that was tomorrow’s problem. Right now, it was time to relish in their unfiltered, unadulterated passion.

Who knew when they’d get this opportunity again?

[angel-of-the-moons]

You can definitely ignore this little thingy if you feel uncomfortable buttttt,,,,,,, do you think Steven would like the idea of being bred? Now, breeding is cool and all I love anything that has to do with it but what if it was the opposite? Like, instead of yn it was character? (Doesn't have to be amab specifically lol cuz fake cum is a thing) but like it specifically thinking of Steven having a breeding kink, both ways not just once ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ sorry if this is not your usual type of requests or food for thought haha 😞

Okay this has been sitting in my box for a while but I finally got an idea for it asfjdlndlnd

Sorry if it's like, all over the place and not as detailed as my other stuff :'> I might come in and edit it in the morning when I'm more awake!

A Little Strange

Steven Grant x Fem! Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Flat out smut, pegging, creampie (sorta), spanking(?), Steven is a crybaby, punishment, Sub!Steven, Top!Reader Reader has some hair that is long enough to be pushed back

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

The request your lovely, mousey, nerdy little boyfriend made of you was one you were not expecting.

Sure, you had pegged him before, but the most recent time, as you helped him ride out his orgasm, you heard him whimper and sob into the pillow; "Breed me, love--"

The poor thing was so embarrassed about it all, but after a little sit down with him, he'd explained that he had fantasized about it, imagined you with a real cock; pumping him full, letting it drip down his thighs as you pulled out...

So, you started looking into online forums, Discord servers for adult toys that gave you advice as well as some stores that did custom designed dildos with cum tubes in them, as well as prep and cleanup.

You showed the messages to Steven, showing him there was no shame in what he was thinking about and you noticed how much lighter he was.

So much so that you and Steven started looking at adult toy shops online together for the "perfect" toy to play out his fantasy.

Steven wasn't yet brave enough to enter actual shops so, that task fell to you, Steven completely and utterly trusting whatever decision you made.

However, one night, while scrolling through various product lines...

You found it.

The perfect one. Lifelike, even complete with soft foreskin--matching your very own skin tone to give Steven a bit more reality in imagining that you were going to be the one to fuck him full of cum, not some obnoxiously-colored hunk of rubber.

You bought some warming lube, the fake cum, a new harness to accommodate the tube as well as a vibrator you could insert into yourself. After all, if he was the only one getting off, it wasn't much fun if you didn't, too...

You loved Steven for that. Your pleasure was always his, too.

You looked at him questioningly as you adjusted the harness, "If you're not sure about this..."

Steven had practically been drooling, watching you slip the silicone dick into place. Hell, it looked so life-like he had to blink for a moment to remind himself it was just a toy.

Not that he would have minded the real thing, per se...

He nodded, a little too enthusiastically; making his wispy raven curls bounce back down in front of his forehead, "Y-Yeah, love... I'm good. So--so good. Um--yes. Comfortable, I mean. That is, I'm--"

"Steven." You laugh softly, taking his cheeks in your hands, noticing how he leaned in on sheer instinct alone; as if your comfort was the one thing he needed most in the world.

"Baby, sloooooow down."

You boop your nose to his, making him laugh in return, an obvious red hue to his cheeks. His tongue gets his lips before he speaks, "Right, sorry. Excited, is all."

"I know." You say gently, brushing your fingers through his hair to push some of his curls back. You kissed his cheek and leaned in just a bit more, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as your hand pressed firmly against the bulge in his sweatpants.

"How do you want my cock, Steven? How do you want me to fuck you?"

The way he shudders visibly makes your toes want to curl and your pussy clench around the toy seated comfortably within you. It was off... for the moment.

"I--ah--a-all fours. From behind." He breathes, pressing his cheek into yours.

"Good boy." You purred, grazing your fingers along his jawline so you could tip his gaze upwards to meet yours.

"What about you, sweetheart?" He asked quietly.

"Oh, me?" You giggled, turning away, noticing how his gaze immediately fell to the way the dildo flopped as you sauntered your hips over to your shared dresser. You decided to spare him a quip, and grabbed a small remote.

You walked back over to him and placed the device in your hand.

And Steven, being the wonderfully curious goober that he is... pushing the button at the top, turning the vibrator on at full force.

The unexpected sensation made you squeak and squeeze your legs together; you hands cradling your midsection as your face erupted in a vibrant flush.

"W-wait!" You whined as you doubled over.

"Oh, bloody--I'm sorry!" He floundered, frantically trying to turn it off--accidentially hitting several buttons in the process so you suddenly were barraged with decreases in frequency, pulses, and even warmth--until he finally managed to succeed.

You panted as the sensations finally subsided, a sticky wet heat soaking the crotch of the harness, leaking out around the vibrator tucked snugly within you.

"Take off your pants and get on your knees." You said, your mouth twitching into a smirk.

"You are in so much trouble for that!"

"I'm s-sorry--" Steven hiccuped as you withdrew your hips oh-so slowly, your eyes watching how the strap-on sunk back in welcomingly past his tight rim of muscles.

His ass cheeks were red and swollen from the spanking you had given him--you didn't actually start fucking him with it until he was drooling and crying into the pillow he had tucked against his chest, his cock a weeping mess into the blankets below.

You didn't even let him touch himself.

You pressed the toy in as deep as it would go, pressing your hips down hard until you were grinding against his prostate; Steven whining and babbling the most filthy things as he chewed his pillow, begging for you to just move, to go just a little faster.

"You want me to go faster, baby?" You coo'd, pulling back just to slam home once again, grinding in deep.

"Ye-eeeeh-eeessss!" He cried.

You huffed, pushing back some of your hair that had gotten stuck to your sweaty forehead as you smoothed your hand up the curve of his arched spine, your fingers easily swiping through the rivulets of perspiration that flowed down his skin.

"Shh, shh, I'll give you what you want..." You murmured, leaning in to pepper soft kisses across his trembling shoulder.

He had been behaving since his "punishment"... You figured he deserved a bit of a reward.

So, you pried his tight-fisted fingers open and slipped the controller to your vibrator into his sweaty grasp.

"I want you to cum. And I want you to make sure I do at the same time. If you forget and don't let me cum..." You curled your fingers under his chin, scraping his messy stubble with your nails slightly, making his Adam's apple bomb as he swallowed the lump sum of saliva that had been gathering in his mouth.

"I--I will! Or--I w-won't? I..."

"Just make sure I do, baby. Can you do that for me?" You murmured against his ear, taking the lobe between your teeth and biting down softly.

"I--y-yes..." Steven sobbed.

"Yes..?" You hummed as you pulled back.

"Yes ma'am." He gasped as he felt the dildo inch its way out of his hole.

"Good boy." You praised him, your teeth snagging your lower lip as you feel him turn the vibrator inside of you on at a nice, comfortable setting.

Comfortable, but not what you wanted.

You thrust into him in a nice, deep, steady rhythm, groaning as you watch his hole clench and try to drag you deeper.

You almost wished this was your real cock, just so you could feel how his walls clenched and gripped--desperately trying to urge you along and deeper inside of him.

A moan was torn from your throat; as you thrusted in and out of Steven, the toy would nudge at a delicious angle to just barely catch at your g-spot.

"Steven, higher..." You panted, planting one foot down on the bed as you increased your pace.

You probably should have given him a bit more time to process your request before you began to fuck him harder, the poor man. He was a babbling mess of drool and tears, and you were relentless--pounding into his ass with vigor and energy he barely had in reserves.

His thumb shakily found it, and your breath punches from your lungs when it is turned to the highest setting on a steady pulse to almost match your rolling hips.

"F-fuck!" You groaned, gripping the soft fat on his hips for more leverage to fuck him harder, the vibrator inside of you moving around in your gummy walls, massaging you wonderfully from within, driving your impending climax closer as the seam of the leather harness you wore ground against your clit with every movement.

"'m gonna c-cum, love." Steven moaned loudly, his head lifting from the pillow.

"God--ahh!--are you?" You huffed back, your eyes rolling a little as the vibrator pulses harshly within you.

Maybe you'd chosen your toys a little too well... Neither of you were going to last at this rate. Pity. And here, you wanted to play with him just a bit longer.

Oh, well... Maybe next time you could cockwarm him; slowly fill him up with fake cum until he was begging to ride your cock. Maybe fill if with flavored lube and have him give you a blowjob? So many possibilities...

You reached down and grabbed the pump from your harness--your hand lightly squeezing it to let the fake cum solution work its way up the shaft as you moaned for Steven.

You hear a furious slide of skin as you realize he'd slipped his free hand below, stroking his flushed, fat shaft as you fucked him from behind. He'd get a punishment for breaking that rule.

He hiccuped, a broken and shattered moan coming from his soft and sweet lips was like music to your ears; making your heart skip a beat in your chest.

Later. He'd get one later.

"J-just a little more, baby--you can hold on long enough for me, can't you?" You sighed, swallowing hard to try and keep your voice level as your orgasm threatened to wash through you.

Your only reply was a choked-out whimper, your name leaving his mouth like a prayer as he sniffled; his hand on his dick slowing just a fraction to allow your budding climax to swell and bloom.

"Love, please." Steven pleaded, his hand dropping the remote to your toy--leaving it on the setting that already had your toes curling--as he gripped at the sheets blindly, drooling into the pillow once again.

"You want me to fill you up, Steven?" You moaned (perhaps a little too theatrically) your hips moving in a sharp blur; chasing every backwards jerk of his hips as much as every graze of that seam against your swollen clit.

"Want me to breed you, baby boy?"

"F-fuck--yes!" He almost bellowed

"Mmmm--" You panted, leaning down to press your chest against his back, his skin almost searing against the flesh of your breasts, "Make me cum, baby."

Steven continued to whimper and sob, arching and rolling his hips back to meet your thrusts, the jostling and tugging of the strap making those flames of pleasure lick up your spine as the vibrator pulsed and buzzed inside of you; the heat pooling in your belly battering down the walls of your self restraint.

Steven gasped and twitched, his hand going still for a moment on his dick as the first thick rope of his cum shot from the tip, coating the sheets and his hand as he picked it back up again.

You kept pumping inside of him--the sight and sound of him coming undone making your muscles go taut and flex as your own orgasm washed over you, his sweet voice muttering your name again and again as his cum began to soak into the fabric below him.

You barely had enough focus to remember the pump in your hand. You thrust once, twice, and on the third and final thrust your hand squeezed a final time, your "cum" shooting from your cock and flowing into him.

And, oh, the sounds leaving his mouth were downright sinful. They surely would have blocked any person from reaching the gates of heaven had they been uttered by a holy man.

Well... maybe holy in a different kind of religion...

As your hearts stilled, you slowly pulled out of him and watched as the white fluid dripped from his twitching hole and rolled away, onto your back as you panted for sweet oxygen--the bedroom felt so hot and humid. The smell of sweat and sex soaked into the very molecules of air between you.

You rolled onto your side as Steven collapsed, your fingers shakily reaching for the remote to turn off your vibrator as your body shuddered to a stop, the aftershocks of your orgasm finally washing away like the tide.

"You alive?" You huffed at him, reaching out to comb your fingers through his soaking wet curls.

He turned his face to you, then, a blissed-out smile on his face as he blinked his adorable little doe-eyes at you.

"I... ah.... better than okay." He mumbled, reaching out to grasp your hand in his. "You?"

"I think I found a new favorite hobby..." You grinned at him as you wiped sweat from your brow.

"Oh... I'm right properly fucked, aren't I?" He joked tiredly.

You leaned over and kissed his temple, where the vein throbbed beneath your lips.

"Oh, absolutely."

[music-royal01]

Eywas mystery

Sully family x child!Reader

You were a mystery to the Na’vi people. Like literally, no one knew where you came from or how you got there but what they did know is that you were protected by Eywa.

Neytiri and Jake were returning from an ikran ride through the hallelujah mountains when they found everyone gathered around the tree of souls, Jake being Olo’eyktan immediately asked what happened worried the sky people could have returned. The crowd around the tree parted to reveal you, a little Na’vi child asleep the seeds of the great mother floating happily around you. The Omatikaya agreed that they had to protect you per the great mothers request, they also agreed that if they couldn’t find your parents then the only one that would be able to do that would be Toruk Makto and his family. So with caution, so she didn’t scare you, Neytiri carefully leaned down so she was kneeling next to you and tapped your arm to wake you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, a small whine leaving your lips. Neytiri can’t help but awe mentally

“hello little one, what’s your name” you take a look at her properly, your big innocent eyes examining her face

“My name is Y/N, ” 

Neytiri smiles extending her hand out towards you

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Neytiri do you know where your parents are”

“What are parents?” You say tilting your head in confusion

Neytiri looks back at Jake and raised an eyebrow, she didn’t know how to answer your question. But Jake did so he sat down next to his mate and introduced himself before answering your question

“A parent is usually an older person who cares and protects you, their someone who only wants the best for you”

Looking down at the floor you shake your head “I don’t think I’ve every had one of those”

When Jake heard your answer he immediately felt the need to protect you even more now. Either way the truth was you couldn’t remember anything your brain was fuzzy and the only thing you could remember was your name and how old you were. Neytiri took your hand making you look up at her

“Don’t worry little one, we’ll be your parents now and you’ll have a family” she said making Jake nod “if you want it of course”

They made you feel at relaxed and happy, so you smiled and hugged Neytiri

“I would love that”

Jake picked you up smiling “so how old are you kid” you smiled and stuck up 6 of 10 of your fingers. Jake made a mental note of you being a half breed but Neytiri just smiled “you know your the same age as my younger son and oldest daughter, so I think the three of you will get along perfectly” Jake set you down so you could walk on your own

Jake pulls up the flap for the hut calling out to his kids. Two boys and a girl stand in front of you smiling

“Kids this is Y/N your new sister”

The little girl runs up and hugs you

“I’m Kiri and I’m so glad to have another sister that I can play with, cause these boys are not very good at doing anything but goofing off” her statement makes you giggle and then one of the boys shakes his head

“Don’t listen to Kiri I’m lots of fun” the boy elbows his brother I can’t promise anything from this one though, I’m Lo’ak by the way”

The other boy rubs his ribcage a little before extending his hand towards you “I’m Neteyam and I’m the most responsible one here” Lo’ak buts in saying that it’s just a polite way of saying that Neteyam was the oldest

Neytiri calls everyone inside where you see her hold a little baby in her arms slightly rocking side to side

“Little Tuk is up and your grandmother was prepared dinner”

They all ran off but you just looked around and smiled.

You were truly loving this family so far

Part two: time flies

[sehodreams]

Rich CEO Sungchan is married to an heiress. Their marriage didn’t start off as a business arrangement. As two young, hot, fit people, they were attracted to each other. But as the years went by, Sungchan became less and less attracted to the heiress. It doesn’t help that their sex life is vanilla. Their newborn was 100% a business arrangement. He’s secured an heir to the empire. Reader is hired as the stay-in nanny to help with the newborn. Most of the day she’s in the main mansion, tending to the newborn as the heiress tens to her socialite life. At night, she sleeps in the detached guest house. Sometimes, the nanny’s and Sungchan’s paths cross in the estate. 🌒 (all asks optional, dont feel pressured to respond)

God I've been in a Sungchan brain rot lately, I have a dumb!popular!Sungchan in the oven and now this, god, I've been well fed these days 🥴

I'm slowly answering the questions, sorry if sometimes I take too much time, it's a busy season where I work, but I love all ideas and mtl questions, so feel free to continue doing them, I'll try to answer them in my free time! 💕

I hope you like it, to be honest i already have a second part, my mind kept showing me other scenarios, so if you have any feedback is more than welcome!

TW and tags: dark!CEO!Sungchan, noncon, p in v, no protection, thigh fucking, fingering, breeding kink, squints of Sir Kink, plus size!nanny!reader

WC: sorry, wrote it in my phone and have no idea, but probably around 4k like usual.

Just a gift

He didn't notice your existence until he went to see his baby boy after a long work trip, he had gone to Japan to see a couple of his restaurants, leaving his wife with his child, trusting her to take care of him.

He didn't mind that she received help, he expected it since he knew she'd have to go to a couple events like always, but it seemed as if the woman he had married was getting busy on purpose to avoid taking care of their child, and that did bother him, but she'd do her job at some point, he hoped.

When he arrived he asked for his child and his wife, the maid told him the lady had gone out to a family reunion and the child was sleeping in his room, so he quickly tossed his tie aside, getting more comfortable, and walked to his newborn's room, calming himself to not get mad with his wife. It was a long way to that side of the mansion and he had asked for his things to be moved as near as possible to help in case anything happened, so he'd rest after checking on his baby. He had stopped sharing his bed with his wife a long time ago and they slept on different sides of the house, but now that they had a child, they couldn't avoid each other's presence anymore, or so he thought.

When he opened the door he expected to see his baby sleeping in his baby crib, carefully chosen by a professional, but what he saw left him without words.

You were there, in the dark room with just a limp light on, carrying his baby with your eyes closed while whispering sweet words "you're a lucky baby, I hope you grow up with as much love as wealth you'll receive, and become a great man". You held him with so much care, close to your chest, giving him all your warm.

And that made him hard.

In the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew you existed to have a child, you were a mother, and he wanted to give you all the children you wanted. He had deduced you didn't have any children, how could such a sweet young thing like you have children already? You had so much love overflowing your words and movements, it wasn't possible.

He stopped himself, his mind running around a mile per second, imagining you in his bed with your legs up and his cock stuffing you, making you a real mother.

"Who are you?" He asked after a second, still at the door, not walking near you because he knew he'd get weak.

You opened your eyes in shock by the male voice, so deep into your own comfort with the baby you took care of. You looked at him and immediately recognized him, the same hair color and skin as the baby you were holding, also it was impossible to not know who he was, the owner of the household, and your boss you had no opportunity to meet until now, "Sir, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, I'm baby Sungchan's nanny" you smiled. He got drunk with the way your smile made your sweet cheeks chubbier, and your round body called him to get warm with it into your side, so welcoming.

He was sure your sweet pussy would easily accept him, would call for him, just like your eyes and lips did. You were such a sweet thing to the eye, of course you had to taste as sweet too, right?

"Sorry I wasn't notified with your presence, if you don't mind, could you tell me when did you start working here?" He talked, ignoring the pressure that started to bother him inside his pants.

"Oh, it hasn't been that long, maybe a month" you whispered, leaving his child into the crib, softly, slightly bending to not wake him up, showing Sungchan your precious and bubbly ass. God, he wanted to lift that long skirt and fuck you right there, his body was so hot it hurt.

He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, he knows it was with his wife when they conceived the small heir, and after that he got so busy with work and his new life as a father he didn't have time to visit the VIP brothel he used to visit before he and his wife had decided to have a son. He and his wife had a good start, both were equals in the relationship, they had the beauty and the status to be a perfect couple, but their feelings got colder with time, and at some point they just stopped being a real relationship, only staying together for the benefits it had. The sex had always been too vanilla for his liking, and after a couple of years he had decided to visit brothels instead of finding girls around, he didn't want a relationship, and he was sure anyone who wasn't paid to be with him would quickly catch unnecessary feelings for him.

"What do you mean a month? I left for Japan 2 weeks ago, does that mean you were almost 2 weeks here, with my child, and you didn't bother to present yourself to me? My wife has never told me about you" he was frowning his eyebrows behind you. You stood up properly again, bowing and saying sorry. "I don't want you to apologize, I want you to give me an explanation" his voice was getting higher and you looked alarmed behind you.

"Please Sir, let's not raise the voice in here, this is your son's room, not your office, let's have this conversation in another place" you replied. You were so calm, so put together, it started a fire inside his guts. He wanted to ravage you, look at tears falling down your cheeks and your pussy contracting around his fingers, convulsing and making a mess, and giving you the prize you deserved, because you were much more mother than his wife, who had never shown as much interest as you for his child, and you, in just an interaction, had shown more love and maturity than her.

"You're right, let's go to my office" he accepted. You walked in front of him and he watched your hips move with every step, the curve of your lower back going to your ass, was insane. He had never had interest in curvy bodies before, thinking that they were unhealthy, but now that he had a son with his wife, he realized your body was just different, softer, warmer, more breedable, he smiled.

When you arrived to his office he sat in his leather sofa, showing you with his eyes were you should seat, in front of him, in another sofa, with a little table between you. You did it, you sat and patted your skirt, with your straight back, pushing your tits in the way. He saw your sweet boobs push your floral white blouse, and your long baby blue skirt only enhanced the softness of your body. He licked his lips without you noticing and crossed his long legs.

You didn't feel small, but you felt watched, reason why you did your best to mantain eye contact.

So a feisty one, he thought, I like that.

You heard the clock ticking, too obvious in the silence. "What are you waiting for?" He asked.

"Sorry, it's my fault I didn't present myself to you, I should've done it, the lady said to not bother you because then you'd have an unapproachable actitud with your son, and my main interest, as wrong as it sounds, it's the wellness of your child, so I didn't want to push any buttons on you. Still, I'm sorry Sir, I have no excuses."

You sounded so pretty, making it seem as if you always thought about his son, he was sure you'd be a great wife one day, obedient but strong willed, soft and caring but protective.

However, that would have to wait, because he wanted you for him.

"I see, I'm afraid my wife has told you things that aren't a hundred percent true, I do get frustrated when I'm interrupted, but anyone who has direct contact with my child and has to bring me news about his wellbeing will never be a bother, I hope that from now on we mantain a better relationship, and thank you for taking care of my child in the meanwhile."

You looked up to him, you have never been treated so good by a parent before, always working for rich jerks, it was new for you to have such a notable gentleman talk to you like that. You smiled and nodded. "Thank you Sir, I'll take care of him as if it was my blood"

He smiled and dismissed you, you quickly left to go to your room on the attached house, excited to have met your boss.

He jerked off with your smile in his mind.

Days went by, he tried to tell himself that maybe it was better to just have a boss/worker relationship with you, to not surpass any line. But God you did it hard for him, now everyday before his son went to sleep and you to your room, you'd go with the baby in your arms to his office, so he could give him a goodnight kiss.

And he was dying to give you one too.

Everytime he saw you walking near his room in the morning, making sure his baby was always well fed, going around with your pretty flowy dresses and your tits that bounced everytime you moved. They would feed a child really well, he repeated on his mine, or maybe they already had milk? It was impossible to have those voluptuous boobs and not want a taste.

Still, he never did anything, not touching a hair on your head.

He repeated like a mantra that it was not okay, he needed you around because his wife had better things to do than take care of their boy, and his boy loved you so much, every day his laugh filled the empty corridors like a song, making an echo that made everyone that heard it smile.

Except his wife, of course.

"When are you coming back" he asked when he saw her taking a couple bags full of party clothes.

"I'm not sure, but it won't be more than a month" she hurried to go out. You were in the room with the baby, listening to the baby's mother leave without giving the small one a second glance, but you couldn't say anything, it wasn't your position to question the parents.

"If you leave that door, I swear, I'll take cards into the subject" he said angrily. "It's our child! You can't leave him like that! You have never breastfeeded him, not a single time!"

"It hurts, what do you want me to do? And he's being taken care just fine, I'll come back in a few weeks, you also travel a lot, why shouldn't I?" You heard him throwing things to the floor and flinched, you had never seen him get that angry before, he always had a smile on his face when you appeared.

Both their rooms were next to the baby's so you heard everything clearly, and when the baby started to cry you grabbed him and ran to the patio to calm him down.

An hour later you saw from the patio the lady leaving with a couple bags and dark sunglasses. He couldn't... You doubted. Could have he touch her? The same Sungchan you saw every morning and night and always kissed his son and talked to you with respect?

You shook your head, it wasn't any of your business. He came down a couple minutes later, fuming, and searched for you. You quickly answered "Sir, I'm here" You said after running to the backdoor that connected the house with the patio, you didn't dare to scream next to the baby. The baby was in the stroller, taking his daily nap, and you were beside him, sitting in one of the many benches. He walked with you to your seat, heat coming out of him, so hot you felt it in your back when he walked behind you, when he saw him there, his baby next to you now, and your confused gaze, he calmed down.

"I'm sorry you had to heard that, I've been having numerous fights with my wife since the baby was born... I just... I don't know what to do, it had never passed my mind that he wouldn't have his mother around, I always respected how serious my wife took his life and businesses" he looked down, you couldn't help but get soft for him.

"I'm sorry to hear that Sir, but let me assure this baby it's been well taken care of, not only by me, but by you, I had never seen a father so committed to his role before" you wanted to comfort him.

He smiled at your words "thank you".

Everything started to get even better, he visited his child more, and had started to give you bonuses and little gifts, did you have a favorite coffee? The kitchen had all the options you could ever need. You needed a new stroller for his kid? Take his credit card, don't even doubt of getting the best one. Did you like those little dresses, right? Well, one of his friends had a store you could visit, don't worry, it's just a gift.

Just a gift, just a gift, he always said, and you started to feel more and more uncomfortable with his attentions.

"Sorry Sir, I can't accept that" he was showing you a gold bracelet that matched his son's little necklace.

"Don't worry, it's nothing, just a gift" he smiled and tried to put in in your wrist.

You moved your hand away from his grip. "I shouldn't Sir, I-I don't think this is okay" you nervously said, you didn't want to think he had any ulterior motive to give them to you, but everyone else had started to look at you weirdly, and you heard how the staff talked behind you "she's gonna trap him", "she must be doing extra work to be on his good side", "someone should remind her he's married". It was all too much for you.

His eyes full of love changed. "Are you rejecting my gift? I choose it for you, if you don't accept it I have no option but to throw it out"

"No Sir, why-" you couldn't understand why his voice tone changed. "Can't you get your money back?"

"It has your name on it, and my boy's too, it was a set, I can't return it" he denied. You didn't know what to do, doubting if to accept it or not. He saw it in your face, you discussing with yourself, your doubt. He doesn't know why, but he got so mad, he didn't give you another second to doubt, and crushed the pretty box with his hands, to then throw it into the trash can next to the door, walking away without giving you a second glance.

You stayed there, in shock, not knowing what to do. You walked to the bin, empty, with only the crushed box inside, and took it out, you couldn't let something so valuable be dumped. You examinated it, gold with a little sun, matching the little star in the baby's necklace, your initial and the baby's in the back, so pretty, you had never received something so valuable before.

You left the boy sleeping and went to your room, feeling scared of going to his office to say goodnight like everyday.

Why didn't you? He stayed up for hours, waiting for you, and then after the clock sounded at midnight, he walked to see you in the guest house.

He had almost forgotten how the place looked, never finding a reason to visit the place until that moment.

Your room was in the second floor, the living room had the tv on and different bags on your table from all the shopping he sent you to do with his card, the little box he had choosen caught his attention too. He smiled, satisfied with your actions, you never disappointed him.

You were deep asleep, not feeling his presence. He watched you, you were wearing a white tank top that showed your nipples through the cheap fabric.

You shouldn't be wearing that, you should be covered in jewels and the best fabrics, he thought.

He got closer, watching your face. His hand moved on his own, he swears, he didn't mean to, but your skin was magnetic. His hand touched the strap of your tank top and moved it, your tits were so big they were about to spill over the clothes, and he wanted to move the bedsheet away to see what were you wearing down, so he did.

God, you wore nothing, only covering your pussy with your panties.

He saw shift your body, feeling the cold air touch you. You showed him your back, and when he saw your peachy ass he decided that was the night, that was the night you would become his.

He would take you, you wanted or not.

He had tried so hard, showering you with compliments and gifts, how could you reject him like that before? He felt so hurt, he did everything for you, how could you be so cold towards him?

You didn't leave him an option.

He pressed his body against yours, smelling your shampoo from the hair that covered your pillow. His hips touched your ass, his boner presenting itself and feeling your clothed skin.

His hand wanted to roam around but he didn't want to wake you up, so he did his best to softly move his hand to the front of your panties, hugging your side.

His hand entered the rim of your panties and felt the hair you had there, he liked that, a natural feeling, fertile.

The tip of his fingers caressed your little mount, smooth, like caramel. Your ass pressed more against him and he had to bite his lip to not moan, so much time had passed since the last time he fucked someone his body physically hurt him, he wanted to open your legs and push his dick immediately, but he had to enjoy you a bit more, all well done has its benefits, he reminded himself.

His fingers made circles on your clit, and your pussy, even with you asleep, started to respond to his touch.

Fuck, that's my girl, he thought.

It was getting wet, so wet, he moved his hand to his face and smelled you on his fingers. A little drop was about to fall and he decided to lick it, a mature flavor, like a woman that needed a man to break her.

That was it, that pushed all sanity out of him and he pulled down his slacks. The tip of his cock, red and furious, was leaking, and he pushed it between your thighs.

It was hard, your thighs were so thick they almost left no room for him, but you had already dripped enough to make it easier, and with the help of his spit on his dick he did it.

I want to put it in, I need to put it in, his mind was racing and his breath was getting more and more loud. You would wake up in any second, and he couldn't wait for it, he wanted to smash you to the mattress and fuck you like an animal, to cum inside and breed you like you deserved.

His pleads were heard and you opened your eyes, confused with what was going on, you felt the pressure between your legs, and your body hot and wet, but why? How?

"Sorry baby, It'll be quick, just once, okay?" He whispered behind you and you turned your head to look at him, he smiled at you and gave you a peck on the lips.

"What? What?" You asked, just waking up and regaining your senses. "Sir?"

Oh god, he loved when you called him Sir, always with that soft voice and those full lips.

He separated himself and moved you to your back, he quickly opened your legs and situated himself between them, pushing your underwear to the side, almost hurting you of how strongly he did it. he appreciated you hole for a good second, so plump and glowing even in darkness, ready for him.

He may not have noticed all your refusal, he had covered your mouth with his hand after the kiss, and when your hands started to punch his chest he simply smiled and grabbed your hands with his other hand. "Did you know that something was stolen from the mansion today?" You stopped punching him and looked at him, not understanding what was going on. "It was a bracelet, with my son and his mother's initial, gold, really expensive, and all the maids said they saw you wearing it" Your eyes shook, you tried to deny under his hand. "It's okay honey, I forgive you, you just need to be a good girl from now on, okay?" Tears fell down your cheeks, it was a gift! You repeated on your head.

It was just a gift, how could he used that to backfire you, it had his wife's initial, that was right, but it was your initial too!

"I'll move my hand okay, and then I'll fuck you, don't worry, I'm sure you'll like it" he murmured. The light of the night covered him, trespassing the white curtains, like he did in your room.

He moved his hand and you could talk, finally "you said it was a gift" you cried.

"It was, but you rejected it, didn't think that would hurt me? You should've accepted me while I was kind" his fingers were pounding your insides. You squirmed, sensitive, feeling his long fingers work you like nothing.

"I'm... Sorry, Sir" you tried to say. "Please"

"It's okay baby" he replaced his fingers with the tip of his dick "I accept your apology" he inserted it completely in a single thrust.

You opened your mouth, air leaving your lungs and insides moving to accept him, he was so big, your eyes got blurry with the pain tears.

He started slow, but quickly got bored of the pace, and when he had enough he pushed your legs up, watching his dick sink inside you deeper. He exhaled, it felt perfect, your nails on his forearms, hurting him, and your pussy insides caressing him. So perfect.

His hips moved harder, and then he was mating pressing you to the bed. You were so soft and inviting like he imagined. Your cunt was accepting him in a second, knowing he was good enough for you.

Your cheeks were wet with tears, those pretty cheeks, he wanted to slap them to make them even more flushed.

"My angel, you're gonna be the best mother" he said, cock pressing you harder to the mattress, you fell as if your body was sinking into it, moaning and holding yourself to his arms to not fall deeper, where? you didn't know, but you felt like you were about to.

"Please no, not inside" you begged, music to his ears. You tried to think about other things, how would you go after that, where would you hide, who could you ask for help. He saw you thinking too much and put one of his hands around your throat to shut up your pleas and the voices inside your head.

Not a single sound could leave your throat, and the air restriction made you dizzy. You slapped his hand so he'd let you breath again, but he didn't flinch. His pelvis ruthlessly smashing you with force, making your legs tremble.

"Mine, mine, forever mine" he bite his lip and smiled, pumping your insides, filling you with the thickest cum you've ever felt, so sticky it would certainly stay inside, adding to that, the way his hips didn't move away for a second, it would leave anyone pregnant.

He brushed off the hair over your face, and still with the hand on your throat, he left a soft kiss over your lips, still inside you.

You couldn't think properly, you hadn't realized you came when he put his hand on your neck, making a mess over the bed, and the last thing that passed through your mind before you passed out was that you would never accept a single gift from him again.

Except, nine months later, you'd recieve another one, obligated.

[lanabuckybarnes]

Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

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I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.

[chrizztopher97]

WARNING: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

DOM!WerewolfChan, SUB!FemReader, swearing, oral, piv, unprotected sex, marking, breeding, breast play, praise, name calling, werewolf AU.

It was a normal day at work, serving costumer after costumer at the store whenever they came. From time to time paying attention at the music playing in the background.

It was one of the most unknown group you liked, called 'Strays', at first it was just a trio but then it became something big as eight yet one disappeared.

Every once in a while you found yourself looking around on the net in case there was any news about it but the only thing you could find was 'personal reasons'.

The bell of the store brought you back from the clouds and you stood up, ready to serve the costumer.

"Welcome." Smiling warmly, you gave a little bow.

The male costumer in return gave a little bow and went to do his own shopping.

Finding yourself immersed in the music, you hummed to the melody, almost tearing up at the voice of that trio you loved, J.One, FoxI.N and Seungmo.

"Gone away..." You hummed grabbing the scanner to scan every item the costumer left on the counter.

Scan after scan, you grabbed a totem reusable bag from under the counter and placed the goods inside.

"You listen to this group?" The guy brought your attention from the song to his voice.

"Oh yeah, definitely my favorite even though that CB97 left or is kinda silent..." You mumbled, clearly feeling afflicted by his absence.

"I'm pretty sure he'll be back." The guy chuckled pulling out his wallet, handling you his card.

"I hope so..." Swiping it to pay, you handled him the POS so that he could dial the pin. "Man, his voice was absolutely gorgeous." You whined in a sad smile.

The guy chuckled and got his stuff. "Thank you..." Looking your name tag for a moment. "Lady Y/N." And with a soft smile he left.

The voice sounded familiar yet you had no idea where the familiar source came from.

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Once the shift was over, you walked back home taking the path from within the forest, a less crowded way you would always take whenever you didn't want to partake in any conversations with the villagers.

After all, everyone was scared of that forest, except you. You were always so curious of what roamed inside of it. The rumors sounded so damn stupid that you knew it was all either a story that one mad man once told or just a way for the police to make sure that people wouldn't go there in case any killer or drug addict would walk around there freely.

It's been a while since you've lived there, almost ten years and you knew the forest like the insides of your pockets and never in your life you encountered killers nor a great, violent and ferocious beast that everyone claimed to exist.

Beast or not, it was peaceful being there, just you, the green and the wind. It was so calming but it did made you wonder if the forest was really claimed by someone or something. After all, there was that big castle at the end of the forest, right besides the lake. A beauty that no one apparently visited besides you.

With the bag in hand, you walked to the castle. As per usual you would make some sort of offerings, knocking three times at the door before leaving.

"Whether someone lives here or not, I'll enter someday." You mumbled looking up, the castle looking enormous to your stature.

Walking outside of the forest, you found a guy in a hat anda long coat walking right past you. "The forest isn't a place for people like you." He simply said before making his way inside.

Not minding whatever the man said, you just went your way home.

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Another day went by, meaning, another day walking inside the forest but this time you hadn't planned meeting anyone nor anything. Hearing growls, you made your way through the source, finding yourself by the lake. A pack of seven big wolves talking among each other, making you surprised by their long, smooth and likely silky fur.

A sniff caught your attention from above you, moving up your gaze you realised you were standing under the muzzle of a huge, black wolf with red eyes staring down at you. It didn't attack nor allerted the pack ahead so you just slowly retracted, making your way to the castle.

"Now, that was definitely insane." You whispered to yourself as you arrived at the start of the stairs of the castle.

Running up, you placed the offerings down before reaching for the doorknob, opening the huge wooden doors.

"No creakings?" You furrowed your brow upward, wondering why such an old castle wouldn't make exhausting noises.

Taking your phone, you turned on the flashlight, walking around. Curious as ever, you wandered around finding many rooms, opening one. The room seemed very old, as if no one ever stayed there for ages. Turning around you noticed something covered by a cloth, taking it down it revealed a painting of a guy in his 20s.

"Damn." Was the only thing you were able to say.

The man had long, dark brown curly hair, red eyes, a refined nose, well proportioned with his handsome face. Plump, looking soft, rosey plush lips.

"Pretty..." You whispered in your breath.

Unable to gather your thoughts you just stared at the painting as much as you wanted but a sound brought you back from your trance. Not knowing what to do, you went to the window.

In the meantime, the pack was looking at the window, amused by whatever you were doing.

"Humans are definitely weird." The wolf with a reddish fur howled.

"She is weird." The silver wolf almost snickered loudly.

"Make some weird sounds inside the house." The pack leader growled. "She wasn't phased even a bit when I was standing above her, wanna see how fearless she is."

The wolf with dark blue shade fur, turning in its human form, opened and closed doors making you prepping yourself on top of the window, ready to climb down.

"What if she falls?" The wolf with a grey fur mumbled.

"Then one of you will save her." The alpha howled back in response.

Taking your time in looking down, you secured your stuff inside your bag and tying your shoelaces, you tilted your head.

The wolves with their eyes on you, watched in amusement.

"Go inside my room, take your time in opening the door." The alpha howled once again.

Wolves, just like any other animal, had their senses heightened but as werewolves, they were able to communicate by kilometres even with just whispers.

Hearing the footsteps approaching and the door moving, you sighed and climbed down with smooth movements. Once at the edge of the last balcony, you just jumped down, causing a scratch on your arm.

"This is for being too nosy." You mumbled securing your bag and slowly running away. "I just hope it wasn't some drug addict or any convicted person." You mumbled making the wolves silently snicker among each other.

"She's definitely amusing." The alpha mumbled to itself.

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Another week passed by with the same routine. Work, walking by the forest, making your offering and then right straight at home.

Today, since it was the weekend, you went to do some grocery shopping, buying fruits and vegetables from the market in town.

"I should get some meat as well..." You mumbled looking at the fresh cuts on the stand as you walked by.

"How can I help you, lady?" The worker smiled genuinely as he fixed the hat on his head.

"Do you have any minced bovine meat?" You questioned hoping to find what you were looking for.

"Of course, anything else?" He questioned while placing two kilos of already covered minced meat inside a bag.

You loved the way this worker didn't leave the meat out in the open but already preserved in bags inside mini fridges.

"Uhm, can I have ten pieces of chicken wings and chicken drums, please." Adding whatever you needed, the worker immediately complied.

Taking all your bags and resting them inside your grocery trolley, you paid and thanked the saler.

He was a nice guy, always with a smile on his face. His ginger hair always caught your attention, making you wonder if it was normal for an Asian guy having real red hair.

"Uhm, sorry for the weird question but I've always been curious. Is that your color?" You questioned the guy, him already looking at you in amusement.

"Oh, yeah." He nodded taking off his hat, placing his hands on both sides of his head, showing you his scalp. "Definitely natural." He chuckled.

He was definitely a natural ginger haired boy and the color suited him very well.

Waving at him, you walked away. Passing by, you saw a stand selling silk items making you stop, touching the fabric and smiling softly at the touch.

"Welcome, lady. What can I get you?" The distinguished accent rang in your ears.

"Do you sell any robes?" You questioned looking at the black bedsheets, feeling the texture before picking the set.

"We do have them in the store," He mumbled taking a pair of keys. "if you may excuse me." The guy spoke to the friend before leading you to his store.

Showing you the vast choices, you looked around and touched the soft fabric. Nodding in amusement you grabbed three different colors. Black, red and purple.

"I'll get these and the black set of bedsheets. Please." You spoke while setting the set onto the counter.

Scanning the items, he grabbed a bag and set them inside. Handling him the card to pay, he gave you the POS. Swiping the card, you inserted the PIN before grabbing your bags and giving a smile at the worker.

"Thank you, have a good day." You said, a genuine smile on your lips.

Returning the generosity, he smiled and waved. "Thank you once again for your purchase." The guy with black hair said before you left.

The town you lived in wasn't a very huge place but you did know everyone yet you tended to forget people names. You only remembered the name of your favourite home designer, Felix.

A guy so radious where his blond hair always made his aura shine even brighter. Always with a smile on his face, specially on rainy and full moon nights.

Passing by his store, you waved at him through the window and went on your way home.

"You see that girl over there? She's Y/N Knight, the daughter of that married couple that was slaughtered by the beast." You heard someone say from your side.

'Yeah, yeah. Slaughtered by the beast.' You shook your head in disbelief.

Just because your parents were killed by that burglar, didn't mean the beast did it.

It made you uncomfortable the fact that the police paid you to keep quiet about the burglar, just for the sake of not having people walk around in the forest.

You could still remember the man's face that after that night it was found killed. To say that you were happy, it would have been an understatement. You were definitely happy that karma got him but you wished for him to suffer just a little more.

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It was night time and by routine you prepared your offerings. Today you decided to make two pies, a huge and a little one. One for yourself and the other, well, for whatever or whoever ate your food.

After you finished your meal, you grabbed the picnic basket and wore your coat before leaving the house. Walking by the path that leaded from your house to the forest, you took in the shining moonlight on your face.

You were so pale to the point that some villagers spreaded rumors about your family being descendants of vampires. You didn't believe it but the fact that you couldn't get tanned and that you didn't really like the sun, it was as if you were meant to walk in the shadows.

"Ha.. a vampire." You chuckled thinking about the rumor that spreaded the night of your parents funeral where you couldn't even shed a single tear.

Not that you were unable to feel anything but you tended to get your already cold feet, a little bit colder whenever you cried. That's why you just let yourself go once you were at home, in front of your fireplace and wrapped with a blanket. You loved your parents so much and having to lie about their death was... atrocious.

Without noticing you found yourself at the bottom of the stairs of the castle. You picked up the basket with your arms and walked up the stairs, making sure to not fall down.

Setting the basket on the floor, you rested the wrapped big plastic plate on the floor and knocked three times before running down the stairs and hiding yourself at the top of a tree.

Tonight you just wanted to know what or who ate all your offerings, wanting to thank them for making you cook more, as if you were cooking for your own family.

Hearing rustling made by footsteps, you could hear some growls before absolute silence.

Looking ahead you saw a man. Walking shamelessly naked under the moonlight. His, obvious, comrades threw him a robe so he could cover.

"Look at her bringing me my favourite." He spoke, his voice sounding so sweet and raspy, making you feel goosebumps all over your body.

"I knew it." You mumbled jumping down the tree.

Turning around you only saw that one man eating your pie, nonchalantly looking at you. Everyone else left fast enough for you to not even notice.

"Thank you for eating my food." You said running up to him.

The man, turned his look from the full moon to you. Standing up slowly before walking towards you.

"You shouldn't be here, lady." He spoke, eyes fixed on your stature.

You felt so small compared to his tall figure.

"You shouldn't either." You mumbled fidgeting with the button of your coat.

A chuckle came from his lips making you dazzled by his cute laugh.

"Go home, the forest is very dangerous." He spoke ruffling your hair. "You might encounter the beast." He said, a teasing smile forming on his lips.

"If you mean that pack of wolves that roam inside the forest, they don't scare me." You nodded your head in affirmation.

Hearing a chuckle, he just walked back up and waved at you.

You gave him a proper look before going away.

Once at home, you couldn't forget the face of that guy, his face reminding you of someone. His voice making your mind wander, as if you already heard him somewhere. Unable to remember where you saw him, you just let it go.

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Another week passed by. Same routine. Work, walk by the forest and then home. The weekend seemed rainy tonight so you had no idea if it was a good thing to go and make your offerings, in hope to see that handsome man.

You couldn't forget his voice nor the way he acted. It felt as if you knew him, yet you didn't.

As you prepared your dinner, lost in thought, you cooked more than you aimed, making it hard for you to decide whether to offer it or store it inside your fridge.

Taking the coin your father gave you, you tossed it.

"Head, I'm not going. Tail, I'm going." Looking down at the coin on the floor, you grabbed your raincoat and went your way with your basket.

If it weren't for your blue raincoat, you would look like little red riding hood and the idea made you giggle.

Humming your favorite song, you finally arrived at the end of the stairs.

"I wish they made a slide to come down." You pouted holding the basket with your forearms before walking up.

Once at the stairs, you set the basket on the floor and knocked three times before going down the stairs. Waiting behind a tree you saw a big wolf walking towards the basket, smiling yet pouting at the same time. You definitely hoped to see that guy again.

Walking towards the wolf, you made a little noise. "Sorry to disturb you, wolf." You mumbled poking it's side.

The wolf stopped eating, looking at you almost in disbelief.

"Have you seen a man this tall?" You questioned holding up your hand to the guy's height. "Very handsome, long, curly dark hair?" Shaking your head you huffed. "Why am I even talking to a wolf as if you could respond..." You whispered stroking its muzzle, not fazed by the fact that such a big animal could literally rip you to shreds.

On the other side, the wolf looked at you incredulous, its tail almost wagging by the touch of your strokes.

'This human is definitely weird.' The wolf thought, lowering its head so you could reach better.

"Do you have a home?" You questioned petting the back of the wolf, burying your fingers inside the long soft fur.

The wolf, amused by the way you were acting, it decided to gamble on the situation. Shaking its head, the wolf lied down on its four legs as if to tell you that it was just a stray animal.

"Wait, you're the same wolf of two weeks ago." You said taking the head between your hands. "Red eyes." You mumbled making the wolf wag its tail. "You do have a pack... I can't bring you home with me..." Pouting, you rubbed its neck. "I'll bring you something tomorrow, yeah?" You smiled and retracted your hand.

Walking back to your place, you sighed.

Meanwhile, the alpha looked at you. Silently following your steps just to know where you lived.

Once you stopped, the wolf hid itself behind a lying tree, observing you.

'How amusing.' The red eyed wolf thought.

As you organised your plants, you moved a big rock with your hands making the wolf muzzle almost open wide.

'Interesting.' It thought as it was watching you effortlessly place it on another side of your garden.

It wasn't a secret that your body was that strong, even if it didn't look like it. No one ever expected it to be like that but you enjoyed the feeling of being able to do whatever you wanted by yourself. Not needing to call anyone just for the sake of moving a mere couch.

It did weirded you out the fact that your muscles were that strong but as your father always said, it was natural strength.

"What was it again?" You questioned thinking about what your father once said. His vague words always confusing you. "Yes, strength that passes from generation to generation." You mumbled to yourself.

The wolf, hearing whatever you were rambling about, turned around and went back to the forest.

"One of you, find out who is this child and which family she is from." The wolf growled to one of its pack that was listening from afar.

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Another full moon arrived, as per routine you prepared your offerings, preparing a special cake. This time you decided to grab a picnic basket and place everything you prepared inside.

Once at the lake, you set the picnic towel on the ground and waited sitting on top of it. Hoping that someone would join you.

Minutes that became hours made you sigh. Taking the cake from inside the basket you put on the candle and took the lighter from your pockets, lighting the little red candle. "Happy birthday to me, I guess..." You whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

It wasn't the first birthday you've spent alone but today you hoped that anyone, whether it was that man or that big wolf or even a small spider, would accompany that cursed date of yours.

Feeling some rustling from the side, you looked up meeting the guy you once saw on a full moon. A robe covering just bits of his body, the sensitive parts especially.

"You're here?" He questioned walking up to you, eyes glaring down at your seated form.

"Where is hi, how are you?" You questioned rolling your eyes.

This guy was definitely weird. Talking to you as if he'd known you for years yet you met only two times.

Sitting next to you, he grabbed a sandwich from the basket and looked at the moon. "Were you cryin'?" He questioned, a cheeky smile on his lips.

"Like hell I'd cry." You mumbled cutting the wild berries cheesecake.

"Lies." He said giggling.

"Why would I even cry?" Taking two plates you set a slice on a plate.

"Because you're friendless, maybe?" He teased, shaking his head as he reached for the empty plate, hoping for you to fill it.

"No cake for you." You scoffed turning around while eating your portion.

"Oh, come on!" He whined reaching for your hand. "You always bring me food, at least grant me a slice of your birthday cake." Poking on your shoulder making you sit still, back straightened at the feeling of his finger.

"Oh, no no." You turned around and looked at him. "I bring food here for whoever lives here, not for you." You mumbled finally giving in and placing a slice of cake on the plate he was eagerly waiting to be filled.

"So cruel." He mumbled taking a big bite from the cake, his canines visible to your eyes.

'So long for a human.' You wondered to yourself.

It was rather weird and rare that someone would want to shape their canines that long and sharp.

"Why are you always naked?" You questioned pointing at his odd vest.

"I don't have a need for complessed clothes." He mumbled handing you the knife.

"Want another slice?" You questioned, looking at his expectant face.

Nodding in return, he moved his now empty plate as if to hurry you.

"Cut it yourself, you have hands." You mumbled before finishing your slice.

Falling on your back, you looked at the moon and listened to the water moving.

"Why are you always here?" His voice caught your attention for a moment.

Eyes looking at him for a moment. "I like it here." You simply responded. "And how do you know I come here often?" Your voice almost concerned.

'Is he stalking me?' Thinking for a moment before realising that if he wanted to do something to you, he wouldn't have wasted time chit chatting for no reason.

"I take walks around here often." He mumbled, eyes looking elsewhere.

"Are you homeless?" You questioned, almost caught off guard by your rudeness. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask you this way." You mumbled fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve.

The guy just laughed, shaking his head he lied down right next to you. "I do have a home. But I like taking walks here as well."

Nodding, understanding the feeling you sighed. Perhaps a sigh that whispered how lonely you felt and how grateful you were for him to show up randomly.

"Wait." You mumbled looking at him. "How did you know it was a birthday cake?" You questioned holding yourself with your elbows.

"I happened to hear you." He mumbled touching something from his vest. "Here." He mumbled handing you a box.

"And you magically have this with you because?" You questioned, confused as to why he would bring something inside a robe that has no pockets.

"Because I happened to know you were coming here and I wanted to give it to you regardless." He said handling it to you. "So take it." He mumbled, voice sounding calm and gentle yet demanding.

Weirded out by the sudden gesture, you grabbed the box and opened it. Inside it lied the pendant of a necklace. A red lapis lazuli with a bat with closed wings on top.

"Mhm. Not that I dislike it but..." You mumbled taking it in your hand, surprised by the sudden movement the wings of the bat made. Opening as if ready to fly away. "Uh... Is it supposed to be doing that?" You questioned, eyebrows furrowed confusedly.

"Hmm..." He mumbled looking at it and then at you. "Hold this for a second." He mumbled pulling out a second box.

Already weirded out, you just did what he told you. Opening the box and revealing another pendant with a white mineral with the shape of a full moon.

Taking it in your hand, you looked at him. "What about it?" You mumbled, curious as to why he was giving you these type of gifts.

"Interesting..." He mumbled looking at your hands now holding those two minerals.

Glancing down you saw the second necklace shining from a white to a bloodshot red color.

"Do they change based on emotions?" You questioned curiously.

"Something like that." He mumbled looking at the pendants, as if to remember the shape they took once in your hands.

"Take the one you think fits you best." He spoke, now looking into your eyes.

There was something weird about all this but you couldn't understand what it was.

"I like them both." You mumbled tracing the lines of the adornment.

"Which one feels like home to you?" He questioned, eyes fixed on yours.

Those dark pupils eyeing you as if you had to give the man a satisfying answer.

"Home.." You mumbled out loud as you looked at the two gifts.

"My dad would choose the bat one and my mother would also choose the same as my dad." You pondered, weighing them on your palms for no reason. "But I like the moon one better."

"Hmm." He whispered taking the moon pendant, wrapping the necklace around your neck.

Standing up, he looked at you and scooped down to your height.

"Call me if you sense you're in any danger, got it?" He said, a serious tone in his voice, taking you off guard.

Nodding your head, he stood up and waved at you as he took the picnic basket. "I'll return it next time, birthday girl." He mumbled before leaving you all alone.

Puzzled at the sudden sentence, you sat there for a moment before going home.

Once wrapped up with your blankets you wondered. "And how am I even supposed to call a guy I don't even know the name of?" You mumbled shaking your head before dozing off.

On the other side, the guy felt a light breeze on his neck, knowing that you were thinking of him.

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Another week passed and you were going to the forest with big bloody steaks to give to the wolves.

"Brought you something!" You exclaimed walking up to the wolves that were looking at you.

"You smell that? Mhm... wanna dig my fangs on it." The wolf with a blondish fur howled as you opened the bag.

"The other week, the two things you gave me, they did change." The alpha growled to one of its pack.

"Both of them?" The wolf with a brownish fur howled.

Your hand reaching for the meaty steaks and place them each in front of the wolves as you heard them howl and growl.

The alpha nodded, muzzle reaching for your neck. "Hey hey, the meat is there. Not me." You mumbled, the moon pendant necklace now showing.

"But she chose this one?" The question came rather curious.

"She did want them both but I told her to choose just one." The alpha looked at you before digging in to the portion of meat you placed under its nose.

Smiling fondly at those wolves, it felt as if you had little puppies around you all the time. Patting the blond fur of one of the wolves, you smiled as you saw the sparkle in its golden eyes.

Tilting your head, you took a few steps backwards, sitting on the cement while looking at all of them.

"Is it even normal for a wolf to have red eyes?" You mumbled to yourself. "Hmm..." You hummed bringing out an old book that was in your father's studio.

Flipping some pages randomly you stopped on an odd page. Almost impossible to recognise.

"Werewolves, uh..." You whispered trying to read the word carefully.

The wolves, halted their snickering as soon as they heard you but you didn't mind it. After all, they were wolves who couldn't understand you anyways. That's what you thought, of course.

"Did she just say..." The dark purple furred wolf with golden eyes howled.

"Later." The alpha growled taking its seat behind your back.

Leaning onto the wolf belly, you hummed while trying to read the words. "Ugh." Whining you changed page. "It's too dark here to read this old page." Whining you gave up as you rest your eyes for a moment.

"Oh! Vampires." You mumbled looking interested.

"Vampires, enemies of werewolves for long time where the existence serve for the purpose of equilibrium between light and darkness, life and death." You started reading the phrase.

The wolves looking among each other, the alpha gritting its teeth.

"Bloodthirsty creatures, just like werewolves, that catch their preys by playing with them. Emotionally and physically." You mumbled touching the picture.

Your fingers tracing the line of the man's face painted on the paper.

"Not my type." You scoffed flipping the page once again stopping at the sight of the guy you spent your birthday with.

"Wait a second." You mumbled taking your phone to turn on the flashlight.

The wolf behind you moving uncomfortably against your face. "I'll pat you later." You mumbled pulling its muzzle away from your face.

Staring blankly at the picture, a thought came on your mind. "Oh my God. He's the guy in the painting!" You exclaimed tapping with your feet on the grass.

"That's why it felt as if I've seen him somewhere." You mumbled closing the book.

"He's hotter in person." You giggled to yourself. "But that's probably a relative of his." You whispered looking at the old picture.

The wolves in the meantime looked at you as if they understood what you meant. Your eyes wandering everywhere.

"Call me if you sense any danger." You mocked the guy you met, name still unknown. "Yeah, danger. As if I can't even hold a damn cooking knife." You scoffed looking at the wolf behind you.

"He belittled me but he's the one who should know I am the danger." You whined stretching your body. "Such a mean, handsome guy." You pouted, the wolves snickering among each other.

"What will you do if she learns the truth?" The dark purple furred wolf questioned to the alpha.

"As long as I'm cursed, she'll never learn about it." The alpha howled.

Closing your eyes you hummed your favourite song 'Placebo'.

"I wanna meet these Strays' guys so bad." You mumbled in a whine. "My dear CB97, come back to me!" With a semi begging voice, you looked at the night sky and stretched your arms.

The rest of the night passed with you getting almost walked by all those wolves back home. It felt rather weird but at least you weren't alone.

"If I see my garden messed up, I know it's because of you." You looked at those eight big wolves that were standing behind you. "Behave and go back to your place. I'll arrange you a spot here when I have time." Pointing your finger up as if you were scolding them.

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Back in the forest, almost all of the wolves shifted back to their human forms, everyone except for the leader.

"What do we do now?" One of the pack questioned while opening the door of the castle, making way for their leader to enter.

"We're getting too tangled up with that human." The guy with ginger hair mumbled. "The vampires will definitely think we're breaking the oath." Visibly annoyed thinking back on what happened ten years ago.

"The vampires have no right to utter a single word for what they did the last time." The alpha growled sitting by the fire.

"About that, Chris." The blond haired guy spoke. His voice sounding rather hesitant.

"What happened Felix?" The alpha growled. Impatient to understand as to why he would act like that.

Felix looked at him, almost scared to see his own alpha lose control over his possible response.

"The man that was killed by the vampires ended up to be the killer of Y/N's parents." He mumbled scratching the back of his neck.

"I did hear some rumor like that once but I wasn't sure about it." The guy with fake glasses on spoke as he set them on the table.

"How do you know?" Chris, growled.

"Y/N and I have a good friendship." Felix mumbled.

As silence befall the entire castle, the pack awaited for their alpha to start speaking.

"Changbin, Jisung, Minho." Chris growled looking at them. "Find out the location of those vampires who killed her parents." Proceeding with his own thoughts. "Jeongin, Hyunjin, Seungmin, I want you to find out who spreaded rumors about her family." Looking at them briefly before shifting his gaze to Felix. "You stay close to her."

"Why are you doing all of this?" Changbin questioned frustrated.

All of them were siblings and they followed their alpha with eyes closed and neither of them ever faltered their trust in him. Their elder brother was their own moon. Always shielding and protecting each other like the family they were.

"Besides you that bring me food constantly, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been able to remain strong." He howled. "The curse has gotten worse but her food helps me regain my supernatural strength to the point that I started shifting again at every full moon." He explained.

Reminiscing to those weeks he passed closed in his room as a wolf, blocked by anything and going out only whenever he heard knocks. Then roaming around the forest finding food in front of their house. All that food ignited something in him.

He was finally able to turn back for more than just a full moon every two months. His strength came back making it easier for him to shift back to his human form every full moon in a single month.

"There's something I need from her." He howled leaving the others in complete confusion.

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Another week passed and as it was another beautiful night. The full moon was shining so brightly and you decided to make plans to find that guy you eagerly waited to see.

In the meantime you walked the path to the castle, the pack was having a heated argument with the vampires to the point that they couldn't even smell nor hear you.

Hiding behind a tree you could see Felix right behind your annoying semi naked friend. Your eyes didn't focus yet on the situation but once they did, you could see two people brought on their knees by force.

You could recognise the built body of the silk salesman, hands holding down the woman and man by their necks, so easily. His arms sleeveless showing his toned biceps.

"Behave." He spoke so coldly making you unable to recognise him.

Everytime you would come by the market, he would always give you a nice smile, making you wonder if it was the same person.

"Now tell me the truth." Your friend questioned. Voice so harsh to the point that it made you wonder if his personality towards you was all fake.

"They were our kind." The man held by the neck spoke.

"We just did what we ought to do." The woman spoke after.

"And the child?" He then questioned. Eyes looking down at them.

For some reason it reminded you of how the alpha of the wolf pack looked at you the first time you met.

'Should I just go?' You questioned yourself as you were hesitant of showing yourself.

"She's not of our kind." The man spoke, harsh words coming from his voice.

"How is that even possible?" Felix spoke, his deep voice catching you off guard as a growl almost came out from his throat.

"We don't know. It was because of that wi-" The woman spoke but got caught by your nameless friend.

"You mean to tell me that woman put a hex on her as well?" He questioned, head twitching on the left. His jaw clenched and his hands closed in fists.

He looked visibly mad about something.

"We don't know. We just know that the woman met her parents after she was conceived." The man responded.

Unable to think anything of whatever was going on, you just left.

Once at home, you just moved the food from the basket to the fridge before going to bed.

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Some weeks passed and you hesitated going to the forest as you fell sick. A sore throat that made you stop talking.

While working you kept yourself silent, hoping that no costumer would find you rude.

Coming back home, you decided once again to take the village route. Casually nodding as to greet some people that passed by.

Once at the gates of your home, you opened it and walked to the back of the house to quickly water the plants. That night was moonless, there was no hint of light besides your house.

As you turned to go in, you heard a growl making you turn around and see the red eyed wolf.

"What are you doing here?" You questioned so silently. Voice feeling so broken and throat hurting so bad. "Sorry, I'm not feeling so good." You mumbled quietly before turning around and getting inside.

The wolf looked at you, incredulous of the cold way you treated him.

"Open." Chris howled, paw reaching for the window.

Sighing you opened the window and closed it behind you once the wolf was inside.

"Paws." You whispered, a cloth in your hands.

Kneeling down, he gave you the paws that you cleaned thoroughly. Making sure to clean under the claws.

"Don't expect me to be joyfull, I feel very sick." You mumbled standing up.

Opening the fridge you took a steak and placed it on the wolf's muzzle.

"Have this, don't make a mess while I change my clothes." You murmured so quietly as you left.

Christopher, the wolf, couldn't stop wondering why you didn't even look for him. Not a single time. After all you had the necklace and just the thought of him would have called upon his name so why wasn't he in your head.

Once the wolf finished eating, he walked around the house, looking at the picture frames of your family, recognising the faces of your parents making him mad at the idea of you being their daughter.

As you came out in the living room, wearing your warmest pajama, you hopped on the couch and patted the place next to yours.

"Sit beside me. I'm cold." You whispered, voice shaking as a very terrible cough escaped your throat. "Ugh..." You whined as you covered yourself with a heavy blanket.

The wolf came on top of the couch making you stand up and lean on its belly. Picking the remote you placed a movie in hope to fall asleep.

Putting on a horror movie, the start was enough to make you fall asleep on the red eyed wolf that every inhale and exhale vibrated through your entire body, making you feel somewhat relaxed.

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On the night of the full moon, Christopher shifted back on his human form for the first time after he couldn't because of your absence.

After waiting for some time, he saw you walking up the stairs of the castle. Going down from the top of the highest roof of the mansion, he came from behind you.

"You surely come here just whenever you want, uh?" He questioned sarcastically as he poked your sides.

"Missed me?" You teased, your voice sounding as clear as water.

'No more sickness, uh?' He thought to himself.

"Why would I?" He teased back. "After all, the one who missed me was you." Pointing at the bag you were holding.

Mocking him in response, you just gave him the bag and ruffled his hair, feeling something soft moving under your touch. "Don't get too excited or you'll end up wagging your tail." You joked aiming to leave.

"You're leaving?" He questioned making you turn around. "Thought you dressed so prettily for me." He teased making you chuckle.

"I have a date. Now, bye bye." You responded making him almost explode the sandwich he was holding in his hand.

"Have fun." He just replied before you disappeared from his sight.

"Follow her and find out who that guy is." Chris spoke, voice so damn cold that it made his own pack scared.

Complying to his orders they found her walking around with a human, the way he was holding onto her made it understand that they had to somehow interrupt the date.

Changbin and Minho made their way between you two, acting playfully as if they were joking around.

"Oh, sorry." They mumbled seeing that you and the guy separated from each other.

"Oh, it's you!" You exclaimed pointing at Minho. "You were all about not going to the forest while going inside yourself." You teased him making him shake his hand. "Acting all so badass."

"Oh, he's always so grumpy at first but he's a softie on the inside." Changbin spoke holding you by the shoulders.

"You okay with this guy?" He questioned softly in your ear.

"Can you come up with something, he wants to take me to his place..." You whispered very quietly.

Smirking, he looked at his friend and held you close. "Changbin will take care of this." He mumbled pointing at himself before turning to the guy.

"I'm so sorry but my sister needs to come home immediately." He spoke, eyes piercing to his skull. "So bye." He mumbled pulling you away. "Minho, grab some food on your way back." He mumbled before making his way to the forest.

"You have no idea how mad Christopher is." He mumbled in his breath making you look up to him.

"Why would he?" You questioned, eyes definitely look for some honesty in his words.

"He's very serious about some things." Changbin mumbled, making you halt in your steps.

"Why would he?" You questioned so incredulous. "It's not like he's my boyfriend." You mumbled walking once again.

In response Changbin just mumbled something unaudible to your ears.

Once in the forest, you were halted by Chris' arms wrapped around you.

"I'm not staying here." You mumbled pushing him aside. "Going home right now." You added turning around.

"Stay." His voice firm yet so gentle.

"I'm exhausted." You mumbled waving at everyone.

As you left, they all looked at their pack leader for a moment before going inside. Not wanting to feel his rage even for a moment.

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Two days after you left him all alone, he couldn't help it but come to your house, finding you opening the window for his wolf form to enter.

"Was waiting for you, I didn't see you for a while." You giggled rubbing the belly making him wag his tail.

While listening to music you halted in your steps.

"CB97 is Chris!" You exclaimed so eager. "That says a lot about the way I could recognise his voice." You mumbled, the wolf nuzzling on your chest.

Caressing his muzzle, you bopped his nose. "You're so heavy but so fluffy." You giggled rubbing his ears.

Not caring much about the way he acted in front of you, you both ended up falling asleep on the couch of your living room.

The next day you woke up, it felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from your body. Yawning you opened your eyes to find a bare chest against your face making you startled to the point of falling from the couch.

"What the hell?" You questioned eyeing the guy that was next to you.

He looked at you for a moment before standing up. His naked body almost fully revealed to your sight.

"Chris, when did you come here?" Your voice shaky from embarrassment.

"Didn't think you'd be able to break the curse just like this." He mumbled ruffling his hair revealing his ears. Wolf ears.

"And even in one of the worst period I could be in." He whispered coming closer to you, pulling you by the waist. "Had to break it right in time for rut season, uh?" His lips moving closer to your ear.

"Are you a..." Unable to even comprehend your own thoughts you looked behind him for some sort of confirmation.

A tail.

"Is this even possible?" You questioned looking up to him, finding his eyes fixed intently on yours.

Blushing, you tried to move your gaze elsewhere making him place a hand on your chin, pulling it up with his index and stroking it softly with his thumb.

"Anything is possible, cutie." He whispered leaning closer.

"Now that explains everything..." You mumbled thinking back at the night where you saw him looking so menacing.

Confused, he looked at you and sat back on the sofa, making sure to cover his prominent bulge under the blanket.

"We should talk." He mumbled pulling you by the hand, making you sit on the table to look directly at him.

After he explained everything to you, from the death of your parents, to his life, the curse he undergo and how your parents killed their entire werewolf bloodline, leaving only him with his pack made you feel so wrong. It felt as if you knew nothing about your family.

"If they killed your bloodline, why do you treat me with care?" You questioned softly, eyes filled with tears.

"Because you're not responsible for what happened hundred years ago." He answered, making you pause for a moment.

"How old are you?" Head so confused to the point that the only thing you could focus on was his age.

"126 years old." He mumbled caressing the skin under your eyes to take the tears off of your face.

"And you want to go to your rut season with me?" You questioned in disbelief.

"I won't touch you if you don't want me to." He whispered leaning in. "But know that just talking right now it's so difficult for me."

He looked at you so gently but his red eyes looked at you as if he was already eating you up.

"I don't think I'm capable of holding your puppies..." You mumbled, shocked by whatever thought came out in your head.

He chuckled, eyes lingering on yours before looking at your lips. "Don't worry about that, I'm pretty sure you're capable of holding at least six of them." He whispered standing up.

Hand still holding yours, he made you stand up and pressed your body against his. "Now make me feel how much you missed your CB97." He whispered, a hand of his trailed from your waist to the curve of your ass.

"Chris... Am I perhaps your mate?" You questioned so softly, your voice choked by your own saliva.

"Are you questioning me if I claimed you?" He spoke, a hint of tease in his words.

His lips reached your cheek, kissing it softly. "Is it because Changbin told you that I get possessive about what's mine?" Kissing your cheeks once again he looked at you before leaving a kiss on your neck. "Or is it because I ordered them to interrupt your date?"

"I meant like... imprinting or something..." You whispered, your hands shaky. Legs feeling so weak that if he didn't hold you, you would have fallen on the floor.

You had no idea where to put your focus on. Whether it was on his lips on your neck, his hand that was massaging your ass cheek or on his hardness pressed on your belly. Hearing his chuckle, you looked up to him.

"We're not in Twilight." He giggled taking both your sides, caressing your ass cheeks for a moment before pulling you up in his embrace. "Werewolves claim their mates with their mark." He explained, walking towards your room making you self conscious about what was about to happen.

You did wonder when you would end up in bed with him but never ever in your thoughts you imagined to be held by someone who was secretly a werewolf.

"And what if I don't want it?" You questioned softly as he put you down on the mattress, caressing your legs softly.

"Then, I'll go away and you won't see me ever again." He whispered placing himself between your legs. "Worst case scenario the curse will come back and I'll have to wait another hundred years to find someone like you."

Not knowing what to make of the situation, you just stared at him. A visible reddish blush scattered on your cheekbones making your skin heating up.

"Want me to stop?" He questioned softly, leaning forward, arms resting on your sides, palms placed in both sides of your face. "Gotta admit, it's not ideal of me being already naked..." He whispered in a chuckle as he leaned in closer, hips pressed on your core.

With a slow huff, you looked at him and giggled. "You've been always semi naked." You teased, hands reaching to touch his ears but stopping midway, not knowing if you could do such intimate thing.

Regardless of the moment, that was the first time you ever been so intimate with him. Not that you disliked it nor wanted to deny it. After all, he was in your most intimate thoughts. Whether you intently thought of him while pleasuring yourself or even if his face just happened to pop up everytime you happened to reach your peak.

Lowering his head, he nuzzled his head on your hand. "You can touch, baby." He whispered leaning in so slowly.

With the prints of your thumb and index, you felt the texture of his ear. It felt silky and smooth just like when he was a wolf.

With a soft whimper, he leaned more into your touch. Getting up with your elbows, you leaned your face forwards.

"Stop hesitating..." You mumbled pressing your lips on his, letting a gruttal moan escape from his mouth to yours.

Smirk forming on his lips, he gave you a light peck. "How many rounds?" His sweet voice questioned as your lips kept on staying locked.

"As far as I can hold?" You questioned back, not understanding what he meant by that.

With a chuckle he pressed his lower body on your thigh. "I mean, how many rounds do you need to get used to me." Kissing your lips softly, he looked at you warmly.

Caught off guard, you gulped down and felt the prominent pressure between your legs. Unable to look him in the eyes, your blush colored your entire face making it harder for him not to giggle at your reactions.

"Such an adorable creature you are." He whispered caressing your lips with his finger. "I'll go slowly and when you'll tell me, I'll move better," Kissing your forehead for a few moments before continuing speaking. "how does that sound, my lady?"

His red eyes looked down on yours, your breath caught in your throat as you looked at his plush, plump, soft and sweet lips aiming at the softest part of your neck. "After all, I should do what my lady wishes me to do."

Biting your lower lip, you closed your eyes enjoying the beautiful feeling of his lips on your skin. "Ha..." Letting out a delicate moan, he smirked on your skin, looking up to you.

"Shall I?" Whispering, he retracted his lips from your neck to place his hands on the hem of your pajamas shirt.

With a nod you sat on your knees and let him pull up your shirt.

"Wait." You whispered getting off the bed. "I... I need a moment." You mumbled running to the bathroom.

Swiftly taking off your pajamas, you looked at your body from the mirror and looked in case there were any imperfections. Taking your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth and hopped in the shower to clean your body thoroughly.

"Getting me so hypnotized to the point of forgetting basic things like hygiene..." You mumbled in your breath as you got out of the shower wrapped in a towel.

On the other hand, Chris that was waiting you in bed, was giggling at your words. Unable to resist your adorable ways of acting.

Getting off the bed himself, he opened your closet and took a pair of shorts wearing them. "Guess I'll need the boys to get me some clothes now..." He mumbled walking to the bathroom, knocking three times.

"You okay in there, my lady?" His soft voice caught your attention making you halt in your steps.

"Ah, yes. I'll be out in a second." You mumbled drying your body and putting on some essential oil.

"Not that one.." He mumbled in his breath. "I might risk going too indelicate if you use this one scent.." Slowly opening the door, he got the bottle from your hands. "This one only could make me wild out of rut season.."

Slowly moving his hands on the shelf, he took a red bottle and placed it in your fingers. "This one will keep me at least a little calm." Securing the towel wrapped around your body, he walked you out of the bathroom. "Take your time, I'll clean myself up, I definitely need it." He chuckled kissing your forehead before closing the door behind him.

"There are some supplies on the third drawer." You mumbled before walking to your bedroom.

As he caught himself in the shower, you hurriedly massaged yourself with the berry essential oil everywhere. From your face to your neck, from your breasts to your hips and then from your thighs to your toes.

Wrapping yourself with the black silky robe, you fixed the bedroom, lightning up some red cinnamon candles, scattering some petals on the mattress before sitting at the edge of the bed. Brushing your semi dried hair with your fingers.

After some time, Chris came in the room and leaned against the door frame. Arms wrapped on his chest as he looked at how you organised the bedroom.

"Cinnamon?" He questioned walking slowly, towel wrapped around his waist. Body still covered in droplets of water.

"You don't like it?" You questioned almost reaching to turn off all the candles.

"Mh... I do," He murmured taking you by the hand to make you stand up. "it's really relaxing me." He whispered lowering his face to your height. "That's what I usually ask the pack to put in my room so that I don't go around breeding anyone and anything." He joked, lips brushing on your cheeks.

Leaning into his touch, you reached to wrap your hands behind his neck. Standing on your tiptoes, you locked your lips with his in a sweet and delicate kiss.

"How do you normally like it?" You whispered caressing his ears tenderly.

"Baby, do you think a wolf mates just with anyone?" He chuckled lifting you up so smoothly while sitting you onto his lap.

Hands reaching for your butt cheeks, you looked at him with a blush on your face. Seeing his tail wagging behind his back, you chuckled kissing his cheek.

"I guess someone is eagerly waiting for something." You teased as you brushed your fingers behind his back.

"Babygirl, you're merely covered by silk and you expect me to resist you?" He teased, hands reaching your thighs.

Caressing your skin slowly, he cupped your butt cheeks once again, lifting up the thin material just to finally feel some of your skin.

Letting out a soft moan, you leaned in to capture his lips with yours. At first the kiss was tender and gentle but a few moments later it just came out to be so desperate. His hands moving around your body, exploring every inch he missed so far.

Breathless, his lips moved from your lips to your neck, nibbling on your skin fervently. Fingers moving at the loose tie you made, making the robe fall behind your back in seconds.

Wrapping an arm behind your waist, he lifted you and easily made you lie down on the mattress. Completely naked, he unwrapped the towel from his waist making it fall behind him as he propped himself between your thighs.

Softly moaning, your hands reached for his back, caressing his skin gently. Nails slightly grazing him as he let out a breathy moan.

"I hope you can keep up with these four weeks," He whispered brushing the tip of his cock on your folds. "I got some pent up sexual frustration..."

"Four wee-" Interrupted by the shaft of his lenght entering inside, you let out a little cry. Digging your nails on his skin making him let out one of the most delicious sounds you'd ever heard coming from him.

"Fuck.." He mouthed as he entered fully inside of you. "So wet and ready for me.." Kissing your lips once again, he captured your lower lip between his teeth.

A hand trailing your curves. From you ass to your breasts, playing with your hard nipple, he gave a light squeeze to your tit before parting his lips for a second. "...can I move?" He questioned so silently.

Kissing him back in response, he held your body pressed against his as you arched your back feeling him sliding outside of you. "Ha.." Huffing and soft moanings muffled by your open mouthed kiss as he slid right back inside.

A hand squeezing your chest while the other squeezed your ass cheek as the arm made its way to part your right leg so that he could slide in and out easily.

"You feel so damn good, baby." He whispered softly in a breathy moan.

Holding onto his muscular body, you let out his name escape from your lips several times. Your core feeling as if a fire was ignited all over you. Loving the way his chest moved its way, flexing every muscle every time he thrusted himself inside of you.

Unable to resist longer, you cried out his name as you came for the first time. Arching your back, he let out a howl making his way with his fangs on your neck.

"Where can I mark you, my lady?" He whispered grazing his teeth on your skin.

"Anywhere it's fine." You mumbled trying to catch your breath.

In a swift motion, you found yourself on top of him. Not a single time he slid himself out of you. Unable to even resist the urge anymore, he caught your wrists behind your back, his free hand moving so slowly against your ass cheek but the motion felt hundred times harder than you could imagine.

You felt vibrations through your entire body as he digged his fangs inside the flesh of your shoulder. Thrusting as deeper and harder into you.

"Oh my God!" You couldn't refrain from screaming as both the pain and pleasure were overwhelming you.

His hand easily tying your wrists behind your back as the other kept on fondling your ass. "You taste heavenly." Whispering in your ear as he slammed himself harder and harder.

"Fuck Chris.." You whined as you were easily manhandled by his strong arms.

Even your strength couldn't compare to his. The way he kept you under his firm yet so gentle hands, as he did his best to keep up a pace as humanly as possible.

"My lady, hope you can forgive my rudeness." He whispered standing up and walking against the wall.

Your back arching at the chill feeling of the cold wall as he kept on pushing in and out, in and out.

His claws slowly grazing your skin lightly as he kept on fucking you to insanity. "The way you're sucking me in..." His voice slightly above a whisper. "Makes me going insane." He mumbled freeing your hands and placing a palm on the side of your face.

His claws digging in the wooden wall as the other kept on holding you from your ass, slapping it from time to time as he kept on moving.

Your nails reaching for his shoulder, digging fervently inside his skin. Your voice unable to stop the sounds from the blissful sensations.

"126 years and you started making music?" The random question made his movements stop for a moment.

Tail moving at every thrust he made, ears jumping up and down everytime his head moved, a dazed look in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip caught between his teeth. "Babygirl, you're surely amusing if you make such questions in these heated settings." He chuckled continuing his movements once again, slowing the speed this time.

"I need to keep myself focused or else you'll end up stopping in a few moments." You mumbled holding his ears in your palms.

"Alright then." He mumbled pulling you down.

Turning you around, your back faced him as he pushed your stomach gently onto the mattress. "Well, after some time of changing jobs, I wanted to experiment some new things," He mumbled rubbing the shaft of his hardness at your entrance. "and music felt like a good start." He mumbled slowly spreading your sweet hole with his thumbs as he slid himself with a single thrust making the both of you moan in unison.

"You intend on.. huff.. coming back?" You questioned as you let your feet float mid air as he was holding your waist up.

"Maybe, but not so sure." He huffed in response. Both of his fingers holding your hips with ease.

As he entered slowly once again, you couldn't help but clench around him making his claws slowly scratch your skin. "You want me to?" Leaning down, he planted a trail of wet kisses on your back.

"If it's not your priority," Trying your best in gulping down some moans, you bit on the pillow. "I'd love it if your music would only be heard by me." You confessed brazenly as your voice got cut by the fast pace he started.

"Damn it," He whispered in your ear. "you're so damn fuckable, baby." Pressing his body on yours, making sure to not crush you, he reached to hold your hands.

Trapping both of them in his big palm, he kept on diving deeper. "Makes it so damn difficult to resist you." With that, he released himself inside of you. "Don't worry, you'll need at least to spend at least four rut seasons with me before getting breeded." He mumbled kissing your scapula.

"Tell me more about it.." You whispered in your breath. "so I can stay conscious."

Turning you around, he wrapped your legs around his torso as he pushed forward into you. Your wrists still trapped in the single palm of his hand while his other massaged your breasts.

"Your reproductive system needs as much wolf seed to be able to change." He mumbled moving slowly once again. "Specially since your werewolf genes were put to a deep sleep, I need to wake your body with my semen." He huffed trying to capture your lips in a kiss, you moved to the side to be able to speak.

"I'm not human?" You questioned confusedly as he stopped moving. "If my parents were both vampires, it's already weird I'm not like them."

Balls deep inside you, he pressed a soft kiss on your temple. "You do have vampires genes too but the same witch that cursed me, made your body different. You were supposed to be a pure blood vampire but whatever she did, it made your vampirism manifest through your physical strength only." He explained, hand caressing your cheek. "I had Seungmin get a sample of your blood and he made the discovery that your body modified exponentially by the time you kept on coming to the forest," Hand reaching to cup your tit giving it a little squeeze. "and then as I shifted back to human form, it was easier for my pheromones to envelope your body ecosystem."

"I don't donate... How did you get my blood?" You questioned holding yourself up with your elbows.

"Please, don't ask." He whispered kissing your lips softly before holding you steadily.

Setting the thought aside, you reached behind his neck, playing with his hair as he started thrusting faster than before.

Eyes shut, lips locked in open mouthed kisses, you kept on moaning and moaning. His name getting trapped in his throat at every time you screamed how good it felt, how Godly he was made just for you.

His body always enticed you sex appeal. Such a handsome man, werewolf, all for yourself to love. All for yourself to feel this Intense love.

Arching your back once again, you came in unison with him, hitting a high pitched orgasm as ecstasy left your pores. His seed splurting inside of you.

After countless hours, of non-stop sex, he decided to stop himself. For the sake of not having you falling unconscious onto him. Preparing you a meal, he wrapped his arms around your body and cuddled up with you, falling asleep on each other.

The next day, by the moment you woke up, you had time to eat and go to work and by the second you opened the door, he rushed to hold you. Almost tearing your clothes apart.

His length standing proud as you got on your knees, opening your mouth slowly as you started sucking him, making him hiss a breath. "Babygirl..." He whispered softly, fingers buried in your hair.

Massaging your scalp, he guided your head on his cockhead, deep-throating himself for a couple of minutes before releasing his seed countless times in your throat. Cum flooding directly in your throat, you looked up to him and smiled as you gulped him down.

"Such a naughty girl I got, uh?" He chuckled bending down to lift you up.

Throwing you on the mattress, he prepped himself up for another day of pure blissful ecstasy. "Gonna make a pie out of you." He whispered burying himself inside of you.

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It's been a while since you've been Christopher's woman. He started going to work as well so he could help himself getting back into society.

"Baby.. you really want to keep living here?" He whined while moving the couch as per your orders. "You know I live in a castle?"

"You're so clueless to the point that it's cute." You chuckled halting your hand. "I'm making this our rendezvous whenever it's breeding season." You mumbled tilting your head.

Moving the second couch yourself, you placed it on the other side. "And we had so much fun." You chuckled as you leaned over his body. "And last time, whenever we had intercourse at your manor, you happened to release so much pheromones that it made the pack crazy." You pulled him into your arms and hugged him.

"Still..." Pouting, he gave you that dazed look of submission once again. "Wanna claim you everywhere I can."

Ruffling his hair you stamped a soft peck on his lips. "Never got to ask, does this mark mean we're married?" You questioned caressing his ears.

Tail wagging, he buried his face on your chest. "Not yet, it's a proposal." He mumbled kissing between your breasts. "I should get your mark to be able to say we're married."

"And is there a ceremony?" You questioned rubbing his back softly. Nails grazing on his skin, he nuzzled his nose on your neck.

"Sorta." He mumbled pulling away. "It's a little bit naughty though."

Confused you looked at him and let your hands fall on your stomach. "Which is?" You questioned confusedly, eyebrow furrowed.

"We have to mate under the full moon while the pack watches." He mumbled swifting his look on the side. Ears pulled down, tail falling on your thigh.

Hearing his response made you instantly sit up. "Ah.." You mumbled. A blush spreading all over your face. "So.. basically public sex.." You whispered in your breath.

Leaning on your neck, he buried himself to hide his embarrassment. "I should have told you before but it's not something we can avoid.. it's part of the tradition." He whispered placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Can I be at least clothed..?" You questioned shyly.

"Oh, we won't be naked. We have a specific attire, let's say." He mumbled looking up to you. "There's still time until you become a wolf, don't worry."

Leaning towards your face, he started kissing you all over your face. Giggling you went to sit onto his lap. "How is work going?" You questioned, nose stroking his.

"Thought of opening a shop of my own." He mumbled rubbing your buttocks softly. "After all, all my brothers have one." He pointed out. "Seungmin is a doctor, Felix does home design, Changbin sales silk, Jeongin is a butcher, Hyunjin is a painter while Jisung and Minho sell clothes." Leaning on your face, he kissed your nose. "Wanna do something myself but I don't know what to do..." He whined.

"I always forget that you're all siblings." You giggled as you tried to comfort your big yet so adorable wolf. "But how come you're the alpha?" You questioned curiously.

"I'm the first born, of course." He said proudly. "And the first borns are always the next generations' alphas." He chuckled holding you.

Leaning forward he captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss that once again leaded you both completely naked, holding each other ever so tightly.

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Busy enjoying your first ever holiday, you found yourself roaming around the castle, cleaning around so that when your fiancée and his brothers came, they'd find everything in order.

"And with this. I'm done cleaning!" You exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Time for dinner." You mumbled taking off your man's sweatshirt.

It's been precisely two rut seasons since you've been in a relationship with Chris and you never found yourself unhappy.

He found his ideal job and always gave you strength to remain in a good and healthy shape. Owning a gym was probably a good thing since there wasn't one in the village so opening it was an easy thing to do.

Even though the pack was filthy rich, due to them being already passed a hundred years old, they never stopped working saying that they'd need to remain indoors for a long time once it was too obvious that they don't age at all.

As you looked for a good recipe to make, you listened to the mixtape your lover made, loving every single track. "My man is so talented." You chuckled to yourself as you started making preparations for dinner.

Once you settled the final appetizers on the table, the front door opened.

"Welcome home!" You greeted warmly as you took a seat.

"Chris, come here." Felix mumbled walking to the kitchen.

"What?" You questioned preoccupied by his weird reaction. "Did I cook something you don't eat?"

Chris, coming from behind him, he looked at you and then came closer. Taking a deep inhale he looked at you.

"What?" You questioned, confusion was the only expression you had.

Humming for a moment, he leaned in closer and then looked around your waist. "Were you doing something with my sweatshirt?" He questioned tapping on your shoulders.

"I've cleaned around, probably had a good sweat as well. Why?" You responded looking up to him.

"You intensified my pheromones with your sweat so we thought you started changing." He mumbled leaning down to stamp a kiss on your lips. "Don't worry about it tho."

Nodding understanding slightly his explanation, you waited for the pack to come sit to finally eat dinner.

After dinner, you took a bath with Chris, cuddling and kissing.

"Y/N.." He mumbled kissing your scapula in wet kisses, sucking on your flesh aiming to leave some lovebites.

Humming in response, you turned your face around and looked at him.

"I love you." He whispered catching your lips in a tender kiss.

"I love you too." You smiled softly as you leaned in closer to deepen the kiss.

Moments later, he got up from the bathtub holding you in his arms. Making your way into the bedroom, your lips never ceased to kiss.

Hands roaming all over each other's body making the both of you moan in each other's mouth.

As he finally lied on the mattress, he looked at you for a moment before trailing his fingers along your legs, making their way between your wet folds.

Letting out a breathy gasp, you looked at him and kissed him once again. Fingers playing on your clit, making it's way inside of you. "Oh my.. God.." You breathed out, lips locked with his.

Prepping himself between your legs, you sat on the shaft of his hardness, letting out a delicious cry of pleasure. "Chris..." Whispering his name, you took him fully as you started moving slowly onto his length.

Moments later, after fondling and scratching each other's bodies, he looked at you and let out a loud whimper. "Baby, you have no idea how sexy you are right now." He mumbled reaching for something behind your back, making you jolt in pleasure.

He looked at you as if you were a Goddess. Hypnotized by your beauty.

Dazed, you looked at whatever he had in his hand and let out another gasp as he slowly pulled it. "Fuck!" You exclaimed reaching to grab his pecs.

"Took you less than expected, uh?" He whispered as he started slamming himself harder than before. "Gonna finally have my puppies next time." He huffed in a gruttal moan as he reached to kiss your ears.

Nuzzling against your skin, he pressed himself more and more on your body, loving the way your human body slowly changed in few seconds.

It took you a few more touches to understand that those sensitive spots turned out to be your tail and wolf ears. Without even thinking you started wagging it from left to the right as he kept on bouncing your hips onto him.

Lip caught between his teeth, he looked at you desperately. Eyebrows furrowed, he couldn't stop moaning your name. "Fuck, you look like a cute kitty." He chuckled breathless.

Leaning in, you kissed his lips twice before pulling him up slowly. Finding it more easy to lift him as he was heavier just a few minutes ago.

As if caught in a trance, he moved under your touch, it took just a few open mouthed kisses to make him fill you up with his seed.

Lips curved up in a smile, you kissed his shoulder before biting hard as you kept on riding him through your high.

"Oh heavens.." He whimpered as his hips stuttered and your ass stopped moving.

One soundly last slam from you and you were filled up once again, feeling his cum splurt all over your walls, dripping down from your thighs.

Cockwarming him, you fell onto his arms as he kept on caressing your ears and tail. "My pretty wife." He whispered kissing your cheek. "You look divine."

Smiling softly you kissed the bite mark you gave him and looked up to him. "Now, you're completely mine." You whispered proudly.

"I would have let you bite me thousands of times if you never turned into a wolf." He chuckled poking your cheek.

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It was the last day of the breeding season, the full moon was shining so brightly.

Wearing a white traditional long dress, your black tail popped out from behind as you sat on top of Chris' lap. He was wearing a white robe that covered only half of his body.

"You look stunning, my lady." He whispered as he kept on moving his hips into you.

Smiling fondly at him, you leaned in and kissed him. Tongue roaming around each other's mouths as you kept on eating each other's moanings.

Finally giving the last thrust, he released inside of you. The pack howling behind you while looking at the moon.

Doing the same, you finally finalised your marriage with Chris.

"Who knew that underneath those brown eyes, there was an alpha ready to be reign." He whispered softly as he stroke your cheekbone.

"Probably the vampire genes helped?" You chuckled looking down at him.

Still wrapped around his length, he sat up and wrapped his arms around you. "Now we'll need a mere week to see if you're expecting." He whispered nuzzling against your neck. "And if they are eight, I'll be very very very happy." He mumbled kissing your cleavage.

Smiling fondly, you hugged him back as you let yourself drunk in his pheromones before letting each other have some fun more intimately as the pack left the forest to do their own thing.

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More than a week passed and you started feeling your stomach getting rounder by the day. Useless to say that you were having your first babies.

"Can't wait for the puppies to come out, so I can make love to you." He mumbled kissing your belly.

Giggling you poked his cheeks. "Then what would have happened if I got pregnant during the breeding season?" Looking at him, you played with his now short curls. "Would you have patiently waited for me or would you have begged for a quick fuck?"

Looking at you with submission, his tail started fluttering around. "I would have begged to at least dip my fingers in." He chuckled rubbing your belly. "Or my tongue."

Shaking your head, you bopped his nose before reaching to get some fruit. "You crave the same thing our mom did." He whispered, his red eyes sparkled under the dim light of the moon outside.

Kissing his lips, you kept on eating the strawberries before finding yourself falling asleep in his embrace.

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With one last push, the last puppy came out. Seungmin holding him in his embrace as he showed the smile on the baby's face.

Tears rolling down, you looked at your husband and slowly sat up on the mattress. Besides you were lying the other seven new borns, from the first one to the last one.

"You did an amazing job." Chris whispered kissing your temple as he squeezed your hand.

Drying the sweat from your face he smiled widely as he leaned in to press soft kisses in their heads.

"Channie.." You whispered holding the last born child as you kissed his head. "How do you wanna name them?" You questioned, body finally relaxing from the intensity of giving birth.

"The first one, after our late father." He whispered holding the puppy in his arms. "Niklaus."

"The second one, Rhino." You whispered looking at Minho. "After his strongest uncle." Minho, kneeling down in front of you as to pledge loyalty to protect the family.

"The third one, Theodore." Chris whispered looking at his brother. "After his dad's best friend and brother." Changbin trying his best not to cry in front of you.

"The fourth one, Samuel." You looked over at Hyunjin that was painting the family all together. "After the best painter to ever exist." His eyes watery by holding the tears.

"The fifth one, Peter." Your husband said kissing the baby's small hand. "After one of the most chaotic yet amazing brother I have." Jisung, already sobbing from seeing you giving birth, he knelt down to Chris' side.

"The sixth one, Yongbok." You spoke. "After the warmest moonshine to ever exist." Your best friend Felix looking at you warmly as he leaned to dry the sweat from your forehead.

"The seventh one, Sky." Christopher spoke. "After the brother who made sure that my wife had everything while in labour." He said looking over his brother.

"The eight one, Elijah." You said looking over at Jeongin. "After the cutest wolf to ever exist." Kissing the nose of the younger baby, you placed him on the mattress.

Finally able to sit up, you caught the pack kneeling down. Hand in their hearts.

"We pledge to protect the pack, to protect the family at cost of our lives." They spoke in unison making you tear up.

"No one will ever give up their lives, got it?" You said, voice trembling as you knelt down yourself. "We're all a big family and we will protect each other making sure no one will ever be left behind."

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Years passed and by the time your kids reached adulthood, they transformed in their first full moon. All of them having the same colors as their uncles.

Black fur with red eyes was your first born, Niklaus; your second child, Rhino, had a grey colored fur; the third one, Theodore, had a darker shade of blue; your fourth child Samuel had a silver one; the fifth, Peter, had a dark purple fur; the sixth, Yongbok, had a darker shade of blond; the seventh, Sky, had a beautiful brown caramel shade and the last born child, Elijah, had a reddish fur.

They definitely took after their father's family and you were so happy about it.

As they shifted back into humans, you handled them a basket of wild berries each. "Eat as much as you can every day of the breeding season, I'm too young to be a grandma." You whined as you ruffled their hair.

"Mom, gross." They screamed loudly as they walked inside the mansion.

Giggling you threw yourself in your husband's arms. "Let's hope for some werewolf tribe to pass by..." You mumbled kissing his neck. "So that even your brothers will find their loved ones."

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After two hundred years, the family expanded one by one. First Jeongin finding his match, having four puppies; then Felix and Jisung giving the family the benediction of six each; Changbin and Hyunjin found their loved ones and gave birth to five each; Seungmin and Minho found themselves giving birth seven each.

While your own wolves found themselves busy building their lives, you slowly caught glimpses of them falling in love with eight beautiful women, wolves.

You thanked the moon every night and day for making another wolf tribe coming to your village. You were finally ready to experience your own children to finally be fully adults.

It didn't take long for your own children to share their ritual. It felt definitely weirder seeing your own kids having intercourse but as part of the ritual you just held your lover's hand and howled to the moon. Leaving after a couple of minutes later.

"Let's go to our love nest." Chris whispered pulling you by the hand.

Giggling you complied and followed him with a happy smile.

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"Congratulations!" Seungmin spoke looking at you. "You're pregnant." He spoke showing you the ultrasound.

Shocked you looked at Chris, who was already all over you. Fists moving around as he did his best to not move his tail around. "How many?" He questioned, the same beaming smile on his lips.

"Twelve wolves." He said indicating the locations.

Hugging you tightly he pulled you up in his arms. "Our bloodline will continue for centuries." He whispered kissing your cheek.

Smiling widely, you came back to the castle and gave everyone the big news making them halt in their place.

"Twelve?!" Your first born asked surprised.

"Apparently two alphas have the highest chance to make up to twenty puppies." You mumbled rubbing your belly.

Seeing your now adult puppies running to hug you, you felt yourself more alive than ever.

Happy of your life. Happy to have met Christopher and falling in love with him. Happy to have broken both your curses. Happy to be able to give him the family he always wished for. Happy to have kids of your own and upcoming kids. Happy to be able to give birth to more than just one generation. Happy to be alive.

"Y/N.." Chris whispered holding you in his arms. "I love you and I'll forever love you." Kissing your temple he rubbed your belly as you were lying in his arms.

"I love you dearly." You mumbled kissing his cheek.

[sodapops0lstice]

Strider Husbandry Tips

Here's some tips for people who are new to the Strider Husbandry scene, i hope my advice is useful

Whilst it is true that most Strider's DO enjoy and even thrive living in smaller environments (making them great to keep if youre on a tighter budget!) it is absolutely vital that they have places to hide and sneak around in!!! it is in a Strider's very nature to be sneaky and unseen. they can become nervous and frightened if theyre too exposed or have nowhere to scurry around in. This is especially important for Strider's of the Dirk variety as they need hidey holes to survive (there have been many cases of Dirks actually DYING because they were so stressed because of their exposure), they often try to make hiding spots for themselves which results in many Dirks suffocating in air vents which they use as hiding places. I recommend making small spots for your Strider to hide in and if necessary get one of these. It simulates a Strider's natural instinct to burrow in tunnels safely and you can take it with you on travel

I hear a lot about Strider's having very specific dietary needs that is not met they could die. This is false!! This was disproven fairly recently and you can feed your Strider whatever you like really. The only hangup is learning which Strider's require apple juice or orange soda. This might seem intimidating at first due to how many different varieties and sub categories there are but generally, the rule of thumb is Aviator Shades require Apple Juice, Kamina Shades require Orange Soda. Though your Strider might prefer small tweaks in their beverage, experiment and record their reactions.

If your Strider isn't very physically affectionate do not assume they dislike you! Striders are very defensive and will likely assume at first you are a predator. Guardian and Ultimate breeds might try and hurt you whilst most others will steer clear of you. It's best to try and prove you are friend NOT foe, talk to your Strider, give them doritos and they're beverage. If that doesn't work, leave them alone for a while until they are used to your presence.

Whilst Striders are not vicious by nature it's best if you have a more aggressive variety to try and train them as soon as possible. I've known people who got themself the most aggressive breed of Strider (a Dave's Bro, or simply a Bro, if you were curious) didn't train them, used them as a bragging right and status symbol and then were surprised when they attempted to start abusing kids. It's really upsetting as a Bro can be an incredibly loyal companion if trained correctly, I've seem some, trained by the right people, having temperaments as docile as a Dave paired with a Karkat! (im not personally all that familiar with Vantas husbandry but i do know that a Dave paired with a Karkat are usually very docile to the point where some owners think they are ill or lethargic when that's just they're temperament.) If you want a more hands-on breed of Strider like a Bro be responsible and willing to put the effort in

Striders function better as units. Whilst keeping a single Strider is a totally normal and okay thing, most Striders do prefer living in groups of atleast 2 (if you can't afford/dont want multiple thats totally fine, if you aren't neglectful theyll 9/10 be happy and healthy). Within their own species, they are super social, often playing and sharing with eachother, they tend to feel safer when their is another Strider in the house. I don't think they're is an exact rhythm to which breed will get along with eachother, sometimes you just have to leave it up to whether they enjoy eachothers company or not. My only warning is, unless you can handle it, try not to get two needy breeds, they won't get jealous per se, just very VERY vocal when they aren't the center of attention, Daves are quite notorious for this behaviour, but some people find that endearing so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Try to equal out attention between any needy Strider you may have.

[romerona]

1-2-3 She's out.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Harry James Potter x OC

Marauders alive. Wolfstar.

Masterlist.

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The Library of Hogwarts, a pinnacle of knowledge for all witches and wizards, a testament to the knowledge that the older generation entrusted to the new ones through their studies, experiments, adventures, and experiences of their own written down on blank pages for all to learn from them, a place for all those that sought out the unknown.

Love inhales selfishly the smell of old pages, bound in leather and pressed parchment, a comforting, familiar scent that she loved since her early life as golden light shining through the glass windows, casting the final light of the day over the worn-out books she was trying to read over but unfortunately failing in doing so, all thanks to the one and only Draco Malfoy, who had taken it upon himself to criticize every little thing about their new professor, Remus Lupin and occasionally taking hits at Hagrid too.

"I can't understand for the life of me what was going through Dumbledore's old skull when he decided to hire such people to teach us," He scoffs, leaning back against his chair, his green robe has been discarded once he arrived at their meeting spot. "One of greatest wizards of all time, yeah right. Shame he was allowed to return last year, he should keep away from Hogwarts in my opinion, we are better off without him–"

"Stop leaning against your chair before you fall and give yourself another injury." Love drawls from her book glancing at his bound-up right arms before turning back to read the same paragraph once again. "Thought I hardly call that an injury."

Draco narrow his eyes at her, Love could feel the heated glare but she continued to read unbothered by it. "It is a serious injury and I didn't cause it to myself, Love, it was that bloody half-breed's and his stupid bird's fault."

"Debatable, very debatable." Love mumbles, glancing at the parchment next to her and then at the books comparing texts before it was abruptly snapped shut and out of her reach, making her look up at the Slytherin boy with a glare who was still glaring back, what Draco just did was one of her biggest pet peeves and he knew that. "Really?"

"It's impolite to not look when someone is speaking to you." He shrugged with an air of indifference.

"Draco, I'm close to finishing my Kappa's essay," Love said, trying to keep her nerves settled "I promise once I'm done you'll have my undivided attention since you so much need it, so just give me the book."

He rolled his eyes, scoffing once again taking the book out of her hold when she tried to reach for it. "I wouldn't worry so much about it, Lupin hardly looks like someone who can read,"

Love purses her lips, closes her eyes and sighs, she just wants to finish the bloody essay so she can start with her Herbology work and Draco was making it very hard for her to do so, normally he was a... tolerable study partner but today she couldn't stand him, and the fastest way to get him to give her the book back was if she gives him her attention.

"Alright, what is it?" She said, opening her eyes to look at the boy in front of her.

Draco smirked triumphantly, still holding the book. "I want you to admit my injuries are severe and that the half-breed it's at fault."

She should just admit it to get Draco to give her the book back, to just give him what he wants per usual because in his mind he was always right, it was easy and quick but she couldn't.

"Why would I do that?" Love asks crossing her arms, looking at the way a frown was making its way to his pale face.

"Because it's the truth, look at my arm, Love"

"Draco, be reasonable right now." Love gave him a deadpan look. "There's nothing wrong with your arm now, Madam Pomfrey fixed it up for you, and the instructions–"

"Why are you siding with that filthy half-breed?" Draco sneered at her.

Love sighs again, getting tired of hearing the same story. "I'm just saying both of you are at fault, he shouldn't have brought such dangerous creatures to class but you didn't follow instructions, which were relatively easy."

"Are you daring to call me stupid?" He drawls, silver colour eyes hardening towards the girl.

"That's not what I–"

"The only one stupid here is you, Love." Draco cuts her off, his voice sharp enough to cut deeply. "You can't even see how people walk all over you, so I'm not surprised you can't understand that I'm right on this situation, but what am I expecting from a muggle-born?"

Love gritted her teeth looking away from him. It did hurt a bit, but she was used to harsh words from him every once in a while, whenever he loses his cool demeanour he tends to let his tongue have a mind of its own, though, she often wonders if there was some truth behind what he says. Anger brings out hidden feelings, after all.

"Screw you, Draco." Love said, gathering her belongings angrily. To shit with her essay, she couldn't be near him when he was like this.

"Right, be mad at me for telling you the truth," Hisses the boy, throwing the book on the table. "Go run to your precious Half-breed in his last days in Hogwarts."

Love ignored him, she quickly stood up from the table, not wanting to stay longer - or just enough to put her things in her bag- and stomped away, huffing angrily as she left the library to her Common Room.

He was wrong, Love would know if anyone was walking over her. Sure, she might be a bit nicer than necessary but she liked helping her classmates whenever she could, she was thought since she was a little girl to help people who needed it.

But then again, it could be true, maybe she wasn't noticing it but people around her did, an outside point of view could see it all and they don't say anything because it benefited them for her not to know, to keep her in the dark, maybe she was being walked all over, and the only one who told her the truth was Draco... But her friends, Padma and Emma wouldn't let that happen, right? They would at least tell her something, right?

Yes, they would. She trusts her friends with her life, they would never let people take advantage of her kindness. She knows they wouldn't, just as she would never let anyone take advantage of them in any way, shape or form, and Love shouldn't doubt that for a second.

She was just overthinking, per usual. Her head had been a real mess lately, it had been weeks and she still hasn't found her journal, no matter how many times she has searched for it, how many times she had turned upside down her room, her common room, the damn school, it hadn't appeared. Love even went as far as to ask Filch if he had seen her book, but he only laughed in her face and told her to lose hope, he said and quote, 'All that gets lost, Hogwarts takes away.'Creepy but as much as hated to admit it, she was starting to believe it was true.

That was the main crisis in her life, the main stress, plus, since the day of the Boggart, Snape has been very sensitive about that topic and he had his students suffer for it, though she heard the Gryffindors had it the worst, and Neville was getting bullied even worst now. Poor boy, it wasn't his fault, if anything the guilty for that boggart was Snape's himself. He was the one who likes to violate the boy just because he could, hence why Neville was terrified of him, it was common sense.

A gasp broke out of her when she felt the stairs shuffle making her collide with someone, and sending her things flying to the ground. Just Great. She closed her eyes and sighs not wanting to acknowledge anything yet.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said an unfamiliar voice as the stairs stop moving.

Love opened her eyes to catch an oddly familiar pair of green ones, which for some reason widened as if surprised.

Looking at the person better, Love came to the realization it was the famous Harry Potter, she sighs waving her hand dismissively. "It's not your fault."

She kneeled to pick up her books, and other trinkets when the Gryffindor boy mirrored her actions quickly, a little too quickly and with a bit of force making Love wonder for a moment if had fractured his knees from the impact.

"It's okay, really," Love gazes at him but his eyes were firmly on the scattered books.

He shook his head nervously, black hair swaying at the movement. "N-No, I- it's my fault, let me help you."

"It's not, it's the damn moving stairs," Love lets him help, as he picks up a couple of parchments off the floor. She giggles softly, "They are a bloody menace if you ask me, it's a miracle I haven't fallen off them."

"Well, I wasn't paying attention where I was walking, so, I guess I have some fault too," Harry said, glancing at her quickly.

"With that logic, it would be both of our faults since I wasn't paying attention either," Love said, picking up the last of her books, her hand clashing with Harry's for a second making both of them pull back awkwardly, "Sorry," Love stood up as Harry grabbed it quickly before standing up as well.

"But to be fair," Love continues with her previous statement. "These stairs have little room to move around, so it's not our fault but the founder's for making such small, tricky stairs." A grin made its way to Love's face as the boy frowns looking at the large stairs, then at her, once he glance at her and quickly realized what she was meaning.

He chuckles softly, his eyes catching hers again "Right, they should have been more considered about the students who daze away from their trail."

"It would have only been the right thing to do."

She smiles at him, and an awkward silence stretches as he continues to stare at her. Love cleared her throat looking at his hands which were still holding her books. "So, uhm- can you pass my books before the staircase moves again and this time actually sends me flying off of them?" She joked.

"I would catch you." Harry blurred, taking Love by surprise.

She blinked, bemused and confused. "What?"

"I- erm," he clear his throat, his cheeks turning a shade of soft crimson as he looked away. "I would catch you, if- if you fall."

Love couldn't help but smile, holding back a chuckle. "For those people who say chivalry is dead, they have yet to meet Harry Potter, do you often offer to catch people falling from the stairs?"

Harry glanced back at her, his own mouth parting in a smile, his cheeks still as pink as they were moments before. "Not really, just—

He was cut off by the movement beneath them, once again the stairs move. Love threw her hand to hold onto the handrail as the sudden change caused her to stumble a bit, she kind of hated the stairs when they move.

Finally, when they stopped moving, Love decided she had enough of them, she turned to the emerald gazed boy. "Okay, this would be my stop."

That snapped him out, and he quickly nodded and gave her the book he was holding tight to. "Oh, right, sorry."

Love quickly shoved them into her bag as Harry Potter grabbed something from the ground again, his broom, that's when Love finally noticed he was in his quidditch uniform, which was wet and covered in mud.

"Thanks for the help." Love gave Harry one last smile.

"No, thank you—"

Love frowns lightly at his words, they didn't make any sense and by the looks of it, Harry had realized that as well as he turned a deeper shade of pink. Love finally giggle, his facial expression was too funny not to.

"What I meant was— erm, you know—"

"No problem, Potter," She chuckled again, before continuing her route to her common room. "I'll see you around,"

"Yeah, brilliant, I'll- I'll definitely see you around."

Love chose to ignore his last statement and continue to climb up the stairs, yet a smile formed on her face. He was really nervous for some reason, it was kind of funny.

'What can you break, even if you never pick it up or touch it?'

Love breathes out the answer tiredly after walking up the stairs, that is the one thing she didn't like about her common room, the number of stairs she had to climb to get there.

The bronze eagle flaps its wings once and the door opens without another second to waste, letting the girl inside. Looking around, Love noticed Emma sitting alone at one table and moves towards him, letting herself fall onto one of the sofas with a tired sigh.

"Shut up, I'm trying to read," Emma mumbles, not even bothering to look up knowing that the only persons who would dare to sit at the same table as he was would be Love or Padma.

"Is it a good book?" Love asks, glancing at the cover. Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. C. S. Lewis.

"I'm trying to figure that out, but annoying twats keep interrupting me."

Love rolled her eyes, and she stayed quiet for a few seconds, granting Emma his wish before she spoke again. "Where's Padma?"

"Do I look like her bodyguard?" Emma huffs annoyed, putting his book down to look at Love. "Why would I know?"

"Because when I left you were with her?" Love gave him a hard look which was borderline amused.

Emmanuel rolls his eyes and shrugs. "I don't know, I think Anthony Goldstein came to tell her something about Rogers needing her."

"So, she's in a Quidditch meeting," Love concludes, she leans back into her chair, letting her gaze travel to the nearby window, looking at the night sky, her mind went back to the nights she spend in Shanghai, how she and her family would stargaze every night without fail.

She should send them a letter soon.

"Hogsmeade is the 31, by the way."

At his voice, Love turns to her friend frowning. "What?"

"The trip to Hogsmeade," Emma didn't glance up from his book but nudged his head in the direction of the bulletin board where a couple of people hanged about. "Clearwater posted the bulletin a few hours ago."

Love's eyes shinned as she perked up from her seat, looking at the board and then at Emma. "Oh, that's great, I can't wait to visit Honeyduks."

"I'm more interested in the shrieking shack, I overheard that one could still hear the shrieks coming from it if you get close enough." Emma shared, slightly excited.

"And you want to hear them?" Love questions, suspiciously.

Emma shrugged, but a small smirk made its way to his face before he could answer, Padma slumped down next to Love and groaned.

"At Six in the bloody morning. Roger wants us to train at six in the morning," Padma grumbles, running a hand over her face. "Not even the sodding ghosts are awake at that time."

"Reckon ghosts don't sleep," Emma mumbles.

Padma rolled her eyes and kick his leg with her foot. "Shut up, you know what I meant, besides, it's just insane, who in their right mind would set practice at that hour?"

"All of this is for you to train so we can win the cup this year," Emma asked, frowning at his friend's lack of professionalism. "Or are you telling me you don't want to win the cup?"

"Don't be stupid, of course, I do, don't get me wrong I obviously want to win but this just seems a bit extreme."

"Well, on the bright side it's better than the Gryffindors," Love told her, making Padma glance at her. "I just passed Harry Potter in his uniform all wet and covered in mud from the field, at least it won't rain at six in the morning, I hope."

"I take rain any day over get up early." Padma huffed, placing her arm over her eyes.

Love places a hand on the girl's forehead affectionately. "Work hard now and be proud later,"

"Yeah, yeah, easy for you to say when you're not the one who has to wake up at six in the bloody morning."

"Emerson, is this yours?" A feminine voice called from behind her.

Love turned to see an older Ravenclaw girl holding a very familiar green amphibious in her hands making her gape at it. "Hoppy, how–?"

"I found him near the entrance," said the older Ravenclaw as she gave her the toad who croak when he settled on her hand. "Looks like he got lost or maybe he was trying to make a run for it."

Love frowns glancing down at her croaking toad."I hope not, anyways thank you for giving him back."

"No problem."

With that, the girl walks away leaving the trio and the amphibious behind. Love holds Hoppy in her palm, inspecting the toad for any harm that might come to him when he was on his little adventure.

"You were sleeping on my bed this afternoon, how did you get from there to here?" Love mumbles looking at his blinking yellow eyes.

"Maybe he's going through a rebellious phase?" Padma offers, returning to her self-pity after a moment. "Y'know running away from home and all that."

Love hums looking down at her toad, "Maybe, but don't go turning into Trevor now."

"I kind of want to get a pet," Emmanuel told them, placing his book down.

"What do you have in mind?" Love asks as she places Hoppy on her shoulder. "A cat perhaps?"

"An owl?" Padma added, looking up at the starry ceiling.

"It's not like I have many options." Emma purses his lips and shrugged. "Anyways, it's just a thought, I might not be ready for the responsibility yet."

"Fair..."

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"What do you think you're doing, Mr Salazar?" Snape's cold voice drawls around the potions classroom as he stands in front of Emmanuel, who tensed up at the professor's words.

Emma glance at him before looking down at his potion, they were working on Anti-Paralysis Potion, and it was an extensive potion, they could use all the help they could get. "What you told us to, sir."

"Is your stature affecting your hearing?" The professor sneers, staring down his hooked nose at Emmanuel. "I did not tell you to mix the Mandrakes roots with the lacewing flies yet, that is after you blend the ginger with the water, which you are not doing."

Love shared a look with Padma before glancing at her other friend who was turning a deep shade of pink. From under the table, she grabbed his hand which was turning white at how tight he was clenching it and tried to smooth it open.

"Professor, but the book says–" Padma tried to speak but she was cut off by the older man.

"You do what I told you to," Professor Snape sends Padma a sharp look, "And when I tell you to do what the book says you do it which I did not today. Back to your potions, those who don't get it done today will have to make an essay on it for the next class."

"Throw that away and do it again," Snape continued, he tap his wand on the corner of Emmanuel's cauldron and in the next instant, its blue colour changed to bright yellow, not at all how it was supposed to go.

"It's going to take me all class," Emma mumbled, his eyes meeting Snape's for a short moment.

"Then we should learn how to listen and follow instructions." With one last look of disdain, he turn on his heel to scrutinize a couple of Hufflepuffs potions who stiffened when the professor approached them.

Finally managing to hold the boy's hand, Love to tighten her hold three times in return he holds her hand tightly before having to stand up to throw the potion away.

Love turns back to her potion, which in her opinion, it was the hardest potion she ever made so far. Beds of sweat dripped down her forehead as she grinds the bitterroot - which to her feels like they are made out of diamond– to a fine powder so she could add it to the potion and let it seemer.

She grinded with all her strength in hopes to accelerate the process, she didn't want to do another essay this week, alas she usually enjoys doing potion homework but this week has been a bit shit, so she rather not get any work for the weekend.

After what felt like a lifetime, the bell rang, and mostly no one got to the potion right, Love was thankful that she was not one of them, but her friends were not that lucky.

"I just don't get why he has to be such a massive cunt," Emmanuel huffs angrily as they sat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the courtyard.

It was a nice day, one of the last to have sunlight and warmth which was rare in October. So, the trio decided to spend their free period outside before charms.

"Professor Dumbledore should revise his staff more often because Snape could use some examination." Love mumbles, head looking up at the sky, eyes closed as she let the sunlight fall on her face.

"Snape needs to be sacked, he does," Padma grunted, from next to Love, whilst doing her Astronomy chart homework she had forgotten about.

"You got that right," Emma said angrily, crossing his arms and shaking his head vexingly. "He even deserves more than to be sacked. He should go to prison, I don't understand what it is about me that he enjoys harassing.— Padma, if you answer I swear to Merlin."

"Hey, I wasn't going to say anything, that you thought I would it's your own mind coming up with answers." Padma snickers, earning a nasty glare and a slap on the arm from the boy. "Sorry, Sorry, I promise Emma the only one who has deep problems here is snape,"

Love hummed in agreement, "It's him, not you."

"... Thanks," Emma mumbled bashfully.

"Anyway, in another piece of news guess what Parvati told me– uh, why is Harry Potter coming this way?"

Opening her eyes, Love watches in confusion as the boy nervously walked towards them.

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The night the September 1 of 1991 was a very memorable evening for Harry Potter, because not only it was his first time in Hogwarts, the place his parents and uncles talk about so much and with so much nostalgia and fondness, the place he had been counting the days to go since he could remember, the place he was meant to make a home out of. He also met her.

Harry Potter often likes to remember the first time he met Love Emerson. He could remember every little detail of his interaction with her.

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron Weasley, who had been a friend of Harry's for the longest time whispered. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."

Harry smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Harry didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment, not to mention, he wanted– no, he needed to be in Gryffindor, like his whole family had been because regardless of what his mum and father says, that all houses are great and that they'll be proud of him wherever he gets sorted, he knew that deep down they were hoping he gets sorted in their former house, so it was making it all feel a bit worse.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause --

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Harry could see Ron's twin brothers catcalling.

"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Harry's imagination, after all, he'd heard about Slytherin, but he thought they looked like an unpleasant lot.

He was starting to feel definitely sick now. He didn't want to disappoint his family, what if Ron gets into Gryffindor and he doesn't? Or worst what if he gets sorted into Slytherin? His father and uncle Sirius would love that.

His train of thought, or more like the nervous recked that was going on in his head was cut off short when he felt something softly bumping his arm making his head turn in that direction. It was a blonde girl, about his height, with bright blue eyes and pink cheeks.

"Sorry." She mumbled lowly and gave him an awkward smile. "The crowd's a bit crazy on my side, I couldn't count the many times someone had to dig their elbow in my ribs."

"It's alright." Harry smiled back at her dismissively, he thought that might have been the end of their conversation but it wasn't.

"This is awfully nerve-racking, isn't it?" The girl bit her lip as another student was called. "What house do you want to be sorted into?"

Harry turned to her again, meeting her nervous blue eyes which he was sure to mirror his own. "I hope I get into Gryffindor, my entire family has been sorted there."

"Ah, so you already knew about all of this?" The blonde girl quickly waves her hand motioning the hall.

"Not really," He thought for a second, he, of course, knew plenty of Hogwarts but not all as his parents and uncles wanted to keep a few parts a secret from him so he can experience them for the first time like the sorting, "Not all anyways, I thought we were going to do a spell or fight a troll."

"Now, that would have been quite tragic, to die before experiencing what the school was to offer would have definitely ruined my night but... it would have been a unique death, no doubt." She giggles making Harry smile a bit, he could help it, her laugh was contagious but his smile disappeared when he saw her eyes glance at his forehead.

He knew what was coming, It had occurred too many times for Harry not to know what was next. He brace himself for the unavoidable question to be thrown at him like it had a plethora of times before, for the question he hated for all the meaning behind it, for its–

"Has anyone ever told you that you have very lovely eyebrows?"

Harry blinked. "I– what?"

"They have a nice arch and they're the right amount of bushy," She told him, glancing at them. "My sister would be jealous of them–"

"Emerson, Love," McGonagall called making the girl's eyes widen.

She let out a nervous breath before walking away from him, leaving him more confused than ever. He watches as she sends the professor a nervous smile before sitting on the stool, – what did she mean by his eyebrows? Were they actually nice?-- the hat was placed on her head which cover half of her face, and it hummed — Nice arch? The right amount of bushy? What a weird girl– It took the hat a moment before he spoke.

"RAVENCLAW!!!"

When the hat was removed from her head, the girl was sporting the biggest smile, there was no more nervousness or awkwardness or anything other than excitement, her eyes gleaming as she sat down at the cheering table next to Terry Boot who was quick to offer her a handshake.

Harry didn't even notice he was staring until she looked back at him and send him a smile and a quick thumbs up before looking away when someone started to talk to her. Really, really weird girl.

He got sorted into Gryffindor, much to his relief, the hat attempted to get him into Slytherin but he would rather not talk about it now or ever, he'll take that secret to the grave. On better news, he couldn't wait to tell his parents, though he might be a bit worried about his father and uncles sending him a howler or something else more embarrassing but it's a risk he's willing to take.

Sitting on the red and golden table, chatting with Ron and his other peers about their families and trying the delicious treacle tart- which was just as good as his mother had told him it was if not better- he couldn't help as his eyes travel to the Ravenclaw table.

The weird girl was happily eating a chocolate pudding, laughing at something someone said before adding something of her own. It seems right for the hat to have sorted her in Ravenclaw, he didn't know much of the bunch other than they were the smart ones, and he didn't know the girl at all other than the little conversation they had, but for some reason, it made sense to him that she was in the blue and bronze house. Thought, for a single second he felt disappointed they weren't sorted in the same house but the thought went as quickly as it came.

She was still weird, he would probably never speak to her again a fact he should be pleased for.

But after that night, Harry's green eyes seemed to have a mind of their own for wherever he went he searched for the weird girl with charming blue eyes who told him he had lovely eyebrows, his brain betraying him as it memorize every class he had with the girl whose soft hair looks like honey, eventually his heart joined the rebellion against him and threatened to beat out of his chest whenever he saw the soft dimples on her cheeks when a laugh breaks out of her pretty pink lips.

Whenever the girl was around he couldn't work properly.

It took him a bit to realize what all that meant, he even considered sending a letter to his father but he then thought about it better and decided against it, so, he settle for Ron who was just as clueless, the third option was talking to Fred and George who after teasing him were very helpful and help him conclude that well, he fancied the weird Ravenclaw girl.

Harry Potter fancied Love Emerson.

"I know you enjoy gazing but stop staring at her before she catches you and thinks you're insane, mate." Ron's voice cut through his thoughts. "Then you'll really have zero chances with her."

"I'm not staring," Harry mumbles, looking away from the girl to the book in his hands trying to hide his crimson cheeks.

Ron scoffs as he leans on the pillar, he and Harry had been standing by for the past ten minutes in hopes that Harry gather enough courage to walk up to her. "You always do, it's a bloody miracle she hadn't caught you yet."

Harry didn't bother answering, he only sends his friend an annoyed look making him hold his arms up in defence.

"Come on, Harry, talk to her!" Ron encourages, placing a hand on his shoulder and sending him a grin. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Before Harry could muster a word, another voice beat him to it, a very familiar voice much to his dismay.

"Talk to who?"

"Dad, what are doing here?" Harry exclaimed turning to face his father and uncles who he had noticed were coming behind his father.

James gave him a cheery smile. "I told you I and Sirius would be making rounds a few days a week, did you forget after all the fun we have when we're here?"

"No, no I didn't. I couldn't even if I wanted to." Harry mutters, remembering a few embarrassing moments his father and uncle had made him go through in the past weeks.

"Good, I was starting to worry you had." James sends him a cheeky smile, not innocent at all before turning to Ron's eyebrows wiggling. "Ron, who is my son supposed to talk to? A boy? A girl perhaps?"

"Harry's talking with a girl?" Sirius's voice broke through as he came up to them, and next to him, Remus Lupin grinning at the boys. "And I'm the last one to know?"

"I'm not," Harry exclaimed, trying to keep his cheeks from heating up.

Ron scoffs loudly making Harry nudge him on the ribs with a sharp look.

"So, it is a girl?" James exclaimed eyes going wide, a smile forming on his face. "Who is she?"

Harry's eyes momentarily glance at Remus who was smiling knowingly having known about his nephew's crush since the first week of classes, he had called out Harry in class for staring but he hadn't specified who he was staring at, he just likes to startle him from time to time. Remus also tried to talk to him about it whenever Harry came by for a cuppa but he always avoided the subject like a plague, which was a bit of contrast with his father who always used to jump at every opportunity to talk about his crush on Lily.

Ron went to open his mouth but Harry clasped a hand over it. "No one, can we just go now?"

"Is it Ginny?" Sirius asks, eyes roaming about to try and find the ginger Gryffindor.

"What?" Ron shrieked, looking at Sirius with a frown similar to Harry's, both wondering how the man could have come to that conclusion. "No, Harry does not fancy my sister and never will, he fancies–"

Harry lunges towards him, the boys struggle against each other to keep the other from doing something, and then Remus spoke up making Harry freeze.

"Could the mystery girl be Love Emerson?"

Harry sends Remus a glare of betrayal which he exchanges with a borderline mischievous grin.

"Yes, that's her, sitting on the fountain." Ron panted, pointing at the courtyard.

Sirius, James and Remus turn in the direction the ginger boy was pointing, his father and uncle more eager than his uncle Remus.

"Is it the blonde?" Asked Sirius, tilting his head to get a better look.

Harry pursed his lips, sighing knowing there was no way he could avoid this any longer nor the heat from raising to his face and nodded. "....Yes, that's her."

His father turns to him, and his eyes seem to sparkle with humour and mischief.

"Love, eh? That's a pretty name. What's she like?" James said making Harry's blush spread down his neck

"He's never actually talked to her. He just stares." Ron answers for him, earning the attention of the adults. "He was raving about how he spoke to her the other day but I hardly believe it was an actual conversation."

"Ron," Harry sends him a glare, not wanting to turn to the waiting eyes of his family.

Ron sends him an apologetic look in return "Sorry, mate, but it's the truth, we've been sitting here for the past fifteen minutes waiting for you to give her her book back."

"What book?" Sirius asks, turning back to Harry in expectation.

"Reckon is the book he's clutching, Pads," Remus mumbles pointing at the leather journal in the boy's hands.

Sirius frowns. "Well, why haven't you?"

"It's just not that simple."

"What do you mean is not that simple?" James quizzes, sending his son an amused grin as he points at the object in his hands. "This is the perfect opportunity to chat with her, son, the perfect excuse to show her the Potter charisma."

"But... what do I tell her? Hey, here's your book, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?" Harry huffs, shaking his head.

James nods eagerly. "I used to ask your out mum that way, look where it got me."

"Right, Lily rejected you until the seventh year and even then it was a stretch." Sirius scoffs a barking laugh.

"Well, it work in the end, didn't it?"

"Don't trust your father, Harry," Remus told the boy earning an outraged 'Oi' from the man. "Just go there, tell her you found the book laying around and wanted to give it back, then later when you see her again, try and talk to her about Hogsmeade, and if all goes right all will happen in due time."

"Yeah, go on Harry." Ron encourages once again.

Harry looked back at where the girl was taking the sun, he took a silent deep breath, his ears catching the comment of reassurance from his father and uncle as he walked forward. By how nervous he felt it might seem like he was going off to war or something like that, it was even worse knowing that his father, uncles and friend were witnessing this.

But Ron was right. What's the worst that could happen? He already spoke with her once– well twice if you count the first year– it went fine, dare he even say it went fantastic, she even touch his face, she laughed with him and smile at him, so Harry has high hopes that today could also go brilliant.

Before he knew it, he was standing right in front of Love, her eyes gazing up at him in confusion, he would have noticed the odd look her friends gave to each other if he hadn't been too immersed in Love.

"Yes?" She asks, sending him a puzzled grin.

"I–" He gulps before clearing his throat, glancing down at the object in his hands. "I- I wanted to give this back to you."

"Is that my journal?" Love asks eyes going wide as she spotted the leather-bound book.

"I believe so unless there's another Love Emerson around." Harry chuckles nervously as he attempts to joke.

"Not that I know of," Love stood up, eyes going between the book and the boy as she gave him a dazzling smile. "I've gone mad from looking for it for weeks... where did you find it?"

"Uh, y-you know, around."

Love laughs softly, shaking her head and walking a bit closer to him. "Of course, I've been breaking my head searching for it but Harry Potter finds it easily."

Now, Harry would never use the term feeling butterflies in his stomach, he didn't believe it was real, sure, he feels his nervous system failing him whenever Love was around and how thinks he might have a heart attack when she looks his general direction, yet he doesn't think he ever felt the said butterflies, but now, having her so close– she smells like coconut and expensive perfume– and her saying his name did something new to him.

His brain froze, which cause him to drop the journal to Love's feet hardly making her wince.

Feeling his whole face heating up, Harry quickly bent over to pick it up muttering a few sorry's while at the same time, Love did the same which he hadn't noticed until he bent back up and felt something hard hit the back of his head.

"Oww." Love groaned.

Harry's eyes widen and his mouth went dry when he saw Love holding her nose between her hands while Padma Patil and her other friend stood up to look at the girl.

"Holy– are you okay?" Padma asked, glancing at Harry and then back at Love.

The girl muttered something which no one could understand due to the hands that were covering part of her mouth.

The short boy grabbed her wrist in an attempt to free them from her nose. "Let me see."

Love winced as she drop her hands. Harry felt his stomach drop dramatically down to his feet, though he felt something heavier falling too he didn't look down to check, he didn't care, he couldn't, not when he saw the blood on her nose, which was dripping to her white shirt, staining it. "Is it bad?"

For Godrics sake, this is all going horribly, when did things take this turn? His head didn't even hurt that bad.

"Love, I-I'm so sorry–" He took a step towards Love while making a nervous attempt to apologize for causing her a broken nose when his foot slid with something making him stumble forward, in Love's direction, the force in which his body stumbled against her pushed the girl backwards, the back of her knees colliding with the side of the fountain forcing her to drop down into the water with a gasp but not before her head hit the statue of an odd looking bird that was in the middle of the fountain.

"Love!!" Both her friends cried, quickly moving into action.

Padma entered the water to grab the girl and the boy helped her to pull Love out of the water. She had a bit of blood running down her head making Harry feel slightly dizzy.

"She's out."The boy said worriedly as Padma got out of the fountain.

"Let's take her to Madam Pomfrey." Remus was quick to arrive, he swiftly gather Love into his arms, not worried about getting wet one bit and picked her up, "Come on."

Love's friends quickly gather all of their things including the damn journal which was for some reason back on the floor and followed Remus inside the castle, the commotion had gathered a few spectators, but Harry couldn't be bothered, he froze, he felt his soul leave his body, he was close to weeping, he wanted to die right then and there, he wanted to go up to the astronomy tower and throw himself off, he wanted to—-

"Harry, come on, son." He felt his father grab him by the shoulders and take him away from where he was standing, back to where it all began.

Sirius let out a breath from his nose, looking at his nephew— who was still in shock—with a hand covering his mouth. "Well, that went...." he didn't finish, he couldn't he only let out a sigh.

"Awful?" Ron mumbled, cringing a bit.

"It'll be okay, Harry." James send his son a sympathetic look as he hesitated. "I'm sure she'll forgive you, y'know, once she wakes up."

Harry, finally snapping out of it, groaned loudly, both hands covering his face in shame, embarrassment, distress, anger, too many emotions to count but one thing was undeniably true, he fucked up.

A/N: Hope you enjoy it. Tell me what you think about it.

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

I know this is a really stupid question, but why is the Jan stevens kink (I don’t know what it’s called sry) kinda upsetting for some people? Like, toxic or whatever. I totally respect it, it’s just not clicking in my head if that makes sense? I’m just not totally clear on what’s wrong with it. I haven’t thought about it much though, so maybe that’s on me. I just thought maybe you could enlighten me, ‘cause now I’m curious. Thx 💟

hi!! ofc, happy to explain it!

the way i wrote it, it's really not extreme -- and that's the level of that kink (i generally referred to it as alvinolagnia -- a belly/midriff partialism -- will include some info at the end of this post) that i was personally comfortable with writing. there is nothing wrong with that kink per se -- however! if we are talking specifically about feederism there is a lot of..... let's say... disturbing stuff associated with it. in certain spaces (online and irl) a lot of feeders are men who enjoy forcing their female partners to eat absurd amounts of food and gain an absurd amount of weight -- so much so that they need to rely on their partner to do things for them. it also involves those men calling those women pretty nasty slurs, and a popular one is to call your partner a pig. a lot of fatphobia combined with misogyny in that community, but also glorification of obesity (we are talking about people who gain so much weight they can barely walk by themselves anymore). it's..... a lot.

HOWEVER. you could argue that most kinks have their extreme sides. in the bdsm community, for example, you could have a light dom/sub dynamic in the bedroom, or you could be someone's full time slave, have your partner control every aspect of your life, including your finances etc. so basically, another person practically owns you. that's also real icky haha. but then again, we all like to read a nice smutty fic with light dom/sub dynamics, right? and i think there's no harm in that.

what rubs people the wrong way about this kink is that it can get real disturbing and extreme real fast -- and a lot of people who are into it ARE on the extreme side. however, there are definitely people who just enjoy some harmless belly kink stuff, but i feel like they are not as loud as the disturbing part of that crowd haha, so people don't tend to pay attention to them. for them, belly kink + feederism is immediately something very extreme.

i think a lot of the ick people feel for that particular kink is because of deep fatphobia that runs in our society. people would literally rather drink piss than feel bloated for one (1) hour haha. bc when you look at it, how is that ickier than like... feet? or piss? or even breeding, which is a very popular kink online lol (also with that one you could find heaps of Problematique(TM) stuff, such as forced pregnancy stuff etc.). or like plain old choking. how is choking less disturbing that like... being bloated and getting off on it lol. so that's for sure something to think about.

so basically, the overall take would be -- every kink can range from fun, mild, and harmless to very disturbing/borderline abuse -- some kinks can skew into the icky territory much faster than others though, so that is also something to keep in mind.

so, there -- those were yourlocaldisneyvillain's hot takes for today. enjoy kink!week :))) see you tomorrow :*

(that being said -- ppl are allowed to dislike or be grossed out by any kink for any reason. there doesn't have to be anything deeper to it) some info about alvinolagnia/ belly stuffing/feederism that i already included in the jan fic is under the cut!

Alvinolagnia is another term for a belly fetish. Alvinolagnia is a partialism in which an individual is sexually attracted to the midriff or belly. The belly is widely considered as an erogenous region, meaning it holds multiple nerve endings that make it sensitive to various sensations. Therefore, having a belly fetish usually coincides with belly-related sexual acts including but not limited to touching/rubbing the belly region, using sex toys and other objects to stimulate the belly region, rubbing one's belly against a partner's belly, or licking or sucking the navel.

A kink that closely relates to the belly fetish is belly stuffing — which is when people get a psychological thrill and sexual pleasure from the idea of eating a lot — doing it themselves, or witnessing someone else do it.

Belly stuffing can be related to feederism. Feederism is a fat fetish subculture in which individuals eroticise weight gain and feeding. Feeders are individuals who are sexually aroused by feeding their partners and encouraging them to gain weight. Feederism encompasses people being turned on by feeding, belly stuffing, weight gain, fat, and often, dominance and submission.

[nichestartrekkie0-0]

Do Aenar have pets?

Ooh!! Yay thanks for the ask :))

Short answer yes! Long answer under the cut!

Not a shred of this is canon- as per usual haha :))

Yes and there's a few! Dogs are the main pets, with there being only a few breeds common in the Northern Wastes (They're mainly fishing/hunting/companion dogs so they're big) there's cat-like animals too! 'Tesh' is my conlang word for dog and 's'siiyan' is cat! Rabbits are common-ish as well as tame foxes- but they're more on the 'special' side. Dogs and cats have jobs like hunting or pest control, and foxes and rabbits are more emotional-support or therapy animals.

[There's also a saying about rabbits that leads them to be kinda unlucky- "Rabbits do not fare well amongst dogs" or "Tug'ge n'deq'fe sii'atii sheb'ibii tesh" or commonly "Tugge n'deq sheb tesh" and can mean many many different things- eg. Aenar are supposed to be isolationist due to their passive nature- or eg. kind-hearted people do poorly in stressful or dangerous situations or eg. empathy can be dangerous. It's a somewhat old phrase and kind of pessimistic.]

Birds like falcons/large prey birds are considered hard to tame but incredibly useful and lucky! Weasels or ferret-like animals are considered the luckiest!

There's not a huge pet market, but most Aenar stores carry some form of pet food. (all stores are small businesses and independently owned, there's no large industry in the Aenar territories- which makes things a little harder to get and there are a lot longer wait times for special-order items like eg. handmade clothes or dishware) Pet stores don't really exist, you have to go to a pet person/supplier or know someone who already has a pet to gain one. The Aenar live in tune with the environment, so just grabbing a random rabbit or weasel or street dog and taking it home is a big no-no.

Pets are pretty pampered even if they have jobs, they're the final member of the family and get treated with respect. Cushy dog beds and good food are staples of the normal pet experience. Animal cruelty is a jailable and deeply dishonorable offense, especially against dogs and/or smaller animals who cannot defend themselves.

Children are taught to treat animals with kindness and respect and are just like any other kid in the galaxy. (Every time they pass a pet dealer/person they ask if they can get another/new dog) Children are not expected to have pets until they are older though; 10-14 yrs old. If the parents get the pet any sooner, they are expected to take the brunt of the responsibility.

Stray or wild dogs are common in the city, but everyone feeds them/shelters them often so they don't really have much to worry about. There's shelters for these 'city dogs' in local communities. Basically, they're simple shelters with heat, food, and water that the dogs/cats can return to at night, kind of like a chicken coop. If there is a dog/cat/animal with a medical condition or that is in poor shape, there is always someone willing to take the dog away from the street life. (Although most of the animals are certainly over-fed from the marketplace peddlers)

I think that's all I got on pets, but if you have any other questions, feel free to ask!! Thanks!! <3

[thebluester2020]

[OC Stuff] "The Thirteen Isles"

Mini-pause from ranting about OCs and Gods for a second in order to world-build about the Isles- [Shout-out for @cowfii for inspiring me in terms of the Horizon Grasslands ✨]

Also this is to tide y'all over since I write pretty slow for my actual fanfics 😭

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Entry #3 :: "The Realm of the Isles" [Pt.1]

So although the entirety of the world is simply known as the "Thirteen Isles" (or Thirteen Realms/Lands depending on who you're talking to). It's not exactly thirteen.

To the north, the seventh and ninth isles are uncharted lands thought to be cursed, to the point where they haven't been given official lands and are only referred to as "The Void Waters" due to the ocean in that area having no life within' them and being as black as...well, the void.

But that's besides the point. We're here to discuss the official isles and what species are contained within' them! And worldbuild along the way-

First things first, we'll discuss the isles that are more "civilized" (aka the places that have the most technology in peoples' daily lives)

Oh, and did I mention this world is a mix between Fantasy and Modern?

[1st Isle "The Gathering"] + Despite being known as the most technologically advanced isle. It's still pretty in tune with nature as that is the source of the "electricity" that runs the high-rise buildings, street lamps, phones etc. However, due to many races requiring the presence of magic and nature to function, the Monarch Government that acts as a "Judge" for the other isles, decided long ago that mortal kind shall never go too far with their advancements and that there have to be limits.

Henceforth, although their intelligence and capabilities are on par or better (in terms of our own society). They make sacrifices for the betterment of making sure there isn't mass extinction or anger/interference from the gods.

TLDR ; The most advanced isle in terms of technology. However nature is still very much present, as there are trees that rival the height of buildings and the roads are typically dirt and grass. The Monarch Government make decisions from this nation and people usually come here for the fun and collegiate opportunites rather than attempt to find a permanent home (though there are a lot who have done it).

[2nd Isle "The Great Forest" ] + Per the nickname of the isle, it's an isle completely shrouded in forest. Here the trees are large and the animals even larger! But, besides having larger-than-life fauna, the Great Forest is also known for having the "rest" of the elven species living here unlike their Sun elf cousins. Because of the danger located on the forest floor however, the elves as well as the dwarves that live amongst them take seclusion high up within the trees and make their kingdoms and homes there.

However, due to being the closest to the Gathering isle, the Great Forest isle commonly requests for help from the isle when the danger on the forest floor becomes too great for even the locals to handle.

TLDR ; Giant forest where the locals are elves, dwarves, and a few other species. However, don't catch yourself being on the forest floor because it's dangerous.

[3rd Isle "Sunlight's Landing" ] + A harsh desert land where the sun shines the harshest and the society is purely made up of Sun Elves. Because of the race's naturally arrogant and prideful disposition, all due to their way of life revolving around their beauty. This has caused other races to look upon them with annoyance at best and disapproval at worst. In recent times though, there have been attempts for scholars to try and form a friendly relationship with the race via visiting the royal family that leads the isle.

But...so far, attempts have been unsuccessful as the royals regard curious diplomats and scholars with a cold glare and a fierce warning.

"Curiosity breeds nothing but trouble. If you continue to try and sate your curiosity here then death will be all that you find."

TLDR ; Harsh desert land made up of Sun elves only. The local species has an arrogant nature and treat outsiders with disdain, if an outsider tries to stay around too long, they risk being killed typically.

[4th Isle "Rogue's Crater" ] + A barren isle that, despite the name, isn't filled with bandits or escapees from the law at all. Rogue's Crater is an isle completely covered in lava and hardened rock, grass rarely grows here and any tree that manages to spring up is quickly burned down from the frequent volcanic eruptions that take place here. Yet, although it isn't suitable for most people being able to live here.

It's perfect for the resident Dragon-kin who like to make their homes here during nesting season, preferring their nests and breeding grounds to be deep within the scorching hot craters of the isle where they'll stay put for years up until their hatchlings turn eight years of age before their kicked out to the rest of the world.

TLDR ; Dragon-kin isle that's not suitable for visiting much less making a home in. The Dragon-kin are the only ones who use this isle and it's solely for raising their young.

[5th Isle "Loquitor Wilds"] + A large and wild land that is mostly ruled over by large talking animals. Also known as "Loquitor Beasts", a group of mortals thought to have been cursed long ago by the gods, despite having human intelligence however, the Loquitor are in a constant battle with themselves as they balance a fine line between their human and animal nature. Because of this, it has led to many unfortunate accidents where a curious wanderer will come across a Loquitor who has either fallen into a totally wild state or was caught in a moment of weakness where they were struggling with themselves.

Despite these ever-present risks though, the race is friendly and accepting to those who come along, leading to scholars and mages attempting to try and find a cure to hopefully silence the other half of their nature for good and help the species live a normal life...albeit on four legs or with a pair of wings.

TLDR ; Talking animal race who like to live a life as close to their normal counterparts as possible due to a cursed wild side they can't control. They do have human intelligence though and are pretty friendly to outsiders so long as they aren't caught in a moment where they are struggling with themselves.

[6th Isle "The Horizon Grasslands"] + Also nicknamed the "Farmer's Paradise" due to the fertile soil and constant pleasant weather. Here, if one were to wish for a simpler life, this would be their first stop as the local population consists mostly of humans, animal hybrids, and a few Loquitors here and there are always happy to visitors and new residents alike. But...deep in the caves that dot the isle, there is a rather well-kept secret that's well-known amongst the people.

That they should be wary of any farm animals that manage to escape from their owners' fences and holds before venturing off to the wild. For they'll attracted to the sweet-smelling and highly contagious spores of the fungus known as the "Bleeding Crown" where they may risk being well...infected.

But of course, such a thing has never happened due to the wary eyes of the residents and the caves being sealed off for centuries!

Right?

TLDR ; Farming isle with sweet residents. Just be careful of animals accidentally escaping or they may run into the scary fungus.

[ravenwolf1132]

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS!!!

Alright guys! You like my art? You want some for your own? Well, today's your lucky day!

I'm starting commissions!

I really need your help. I need to start doing commissions between finding a new job and my current one that pays Jack Shit™. As it is already, I'm struggling to make my part of the rent, not including utilities. 

So without further adieu~

(It was difficult to find pieces I was actually proud of.)

Things I will do:

Dungeons and Dragons (Player characters, scenes you want immortalized, concepts, you name it. I just need the details of what you want)

Fan Art

Transformers 

Jojo

Steven Universe 

The Owl House

My Hero Academia

Etc. (these are all Fandoms I'm a part of)

OCs (Once again, you need to provide details, how tall/old they are, hair color, eye color, skin color, etc.) - Including Furry Art

Various P/0rn* (I will veto anything that squicks me out) - Best to keep it Vanilla, but what I will allow is;

Bondage (Leather, Shibari, Machines, Etc. )

Double-penetration

Tentacles

Breeding 

Anything else will have to be negotiated

*I warn you, while I’m willing to do p/0rn, I don’t draw it very often. If at all. Quality and Time may vary (In other words; this option will most likely get expensive. If you have the money and patience, go for it)

What I will NOT do:

Various p/0rn

R/ape/non-con (dub-con is on thin fucking ice so its best to just not)

Watersports/Scat/Farting (no kink-shaming, but I have to be in a VERY specific mood to even remotely enjoy watersports alone. If that’s your thing, you do you, boo, but for me… ew.)

Anything with feet being the focus (can't draw feet, especially in the detail most of these clients want)

Zoo-philia (furry art is ok because the characters are perceived to be sentient and of age)

NO PEDO - I will fucking report you

Landscapes, Cityscapes, Room Design, Machines/Mecha - This type of art is difficult for me and not one I have a lot of confidence in. If this is the art you’re looking for, I suggest looking for someone specializing in Landscape Art. Because I assure you, it will not be as good as you think and you will most likely be wasting your money on me. If you have the money to spare, don’t mind a long wait or the quality, and would like to humor me, then by all means go for it. (Transformers gets a pass because I’m in that fandom)

Prices:

$10 initial labor cost and $10 per every extra hour standard - this is how much I make at my current job and, as you can see, that ain't enough! So yes, this charge is non-negotiable. 

10% p/0rn charge of the total price - I don't usually draw p/0rn. Period.

50% of the total price for each additional character

There will be a down payment upfront at half the estimated value of the piece, adjustments can be negotiated upon full payment.

We can negotiate prices based on my schedule and your budget. This means the longer I take to make the piece might not affect the price as I am only charging by hour not day. BE WARNED: the quality of the art piece may vary. This is the first time I'm doing commissions. 

Sketch

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Lineart

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Flat color

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Full color 

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[sakumasmut]

tea anon here (can i claim that-? i only sent like two asks 0(-( ) and i'm having keito brainrot AGAIN (says it like thats not 24/7) just. keito as a succubus, he literally /needs/ to get bred so bad and so often or else he'd feel awful and horny but at the same time just asking one person for sex so many times just seems so unreasonable . so he asks eichi for a little favour and next thing you know he gets a week off as well as an email sent to almost everyone come and try a willing toy . keito is really squeamish about it at first but it eventually becomes a norm to find him desperately grinding down on someone raw as more people wait,,,, - 🍵

Oh my god nonnie you keep coming up with the best ideas. becoming a very big fan of keito just being a whore. and yes I will add you to the anon list!

Succubus!Keito Ramble

(wasn’t sure if you were implying afab keito or not so I kept his genitals gender neutral)

Needy Keito is always good but him absolutely needing to be bred to feel well? Great prospect. Poor man, not wanting to be a bother to others but feeling himself grow weaker no matter how many toys he tries to please himself with…good thing he can always rely on Eichi.

His friend easily sets up a room for Keito to stay in for the week. Besides having the usual amenities it’s got chains, gags, and even a breeding bench should he want to be restrained. A few people are already expecting him, per the arrangements, and Keito’s stripped down immediately, the demon growing aroused despite still being very embarrassed about all of it.

Then he gets pushed onto his hands and knees, and lets out a whimper as his hole gets stretched out with a few fingers. It’s barely any prep, but it won’t matter once the first cock pushes inside him. Keito tries not to squirm, but the way his hips get dragged back each time the cock slides out makes him move around enough that the other people in the room are called over to keep him stable, the slapping of skin against his ass the only audible thing apart from his shaky pants.

A glowing womb tattoo begins to take shape above his crotch, and it gets bigger and brighter as his moans get louder, a sign of his own pleasure. When the first cock finally presses deep inside him to shoot a warm load of cum into him, the tattoo glows a bright pink, and Keito looks the most blissful he’s ever been in his life. The fun’s only just started for him though, as another cock quickly finds its way into his hole.

The tattoo gets brighter each time a fresh load of semen gets pumped inside him, and with it so does Keito’s desire. They move him around a lot, wanting to make use of the contraptions Eichi’s provided. One day his hands get restrained to chains on the ceiling, another his legs are tied to a spreader bar. He’s just so pliant and obedient to the people using him, all he can really do is moan and beg for even more semen. Some people don’t even cum inside him, preferring to use his mouth while their friend fucks into his other hole. Keito still swallows everything, more than happy to be used by two people at once. Even better is the fact getting bred so much is revitalizing him rather than tiring him out, so he’ll be fucked thoroughly throughout the night onto the next day and still be able to go without much rest.

Aaah reducing him to a cum slut would he so so good, but by the end of the week, everyone is Ensquare sees Keito as a free use cock whore. No matter how fixed up he looks afterwards, he’s never going to say no to someone wanting to pump a load into him right then and there, so expect him to bend over for you with just the word, eager to be bred over and over again.

[legendaryprofessorwisteria]

Legendary Pokémon breeders exist? I thought they were nothing more than the headline grabbing creation of *certain* publications that shall’t be named.

That seems like such an extreme and difficult thing to accomplish. I mean legendaries like Moltres or Raikou (actually Raikou cubs sound adorable) probably aren’t substantially more difficult to breed than Talonflame or Luxray, but for more destructive or mystical legendaries, it seems impossible that it could be done it captivity at all! And that doesn’t even consider the matchmaking headache that certainly comes with Pokémon able to hold a conversation.

How do legendary Pokémon breeders handle the extremely destructive powers of Pokémon like Groudon, or the insane abilities of Jirachi? (I’m going assume nobody’s regularly breeding Pokémon like Palkia, because the alternative terrifies me)

Curious as to which publications you're referring to, but there are enough sensationalist tabloids that I can see how you'd get the impression that it's fake, heh. But they do exist! Only a few organizations in the world, but they do!

In truth, these organizations are a lot less...regimented than your ask implies. They serve more than anything as aids to Legendary or Mythical Pokemon breeding naturally, with protection, pre-natal/post-natal care, helping raise the young especially when they're very young, and yes, arranging matches between Legendary (usually owned) Pokemon.

The difficulty of these things is...well, complicated. The Pokemon themselves are usually happy to help and understanding of what's going on as long as they're treated well, and most Trainer's Legendaries are more than able to be careful with their wild abilities. In addition, nearly every single staff member must have at least a basic license, meaning they must have passed a test proving they can battle powerful Pokemon like these and at least stand a chance - doubly so for people with the Dangerous Legendary License, which is absolutely a requirement for working with Pokemon like Groudon.

And, interestingly...Pokemon who can converse make things a LOT easier, believe it or not. They can make and easily communicate their own choices, so the role of these organizations often falls to providing medical or logistical help, including in figuring out where the young are going to go when they're old enough to separate from their parents. The only reason there are ethically created Mewtwo is because of collaboration between the not-so-ethically created Mewtwo and organizations like these.

Also, I hate to scare you, but there is an organization in an undisclosed location not far from my lab (even I'm not allowed to know where their HQ is because they're SUCH a hot poaching target) that specializes in working with Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina...and there's a persistent rumor that a Shard of Arceus stops by periodically. I certainly wouldn't describe it as 'regularly', though - these Pokemon can take as long as a human to mature to adulthood, and usually have a single chick once per fifty years or so - and don't start until they're sixty or seventy at least! The arrival of a new baby, even given that the organization's HQ is commonly visited by these Dragons as a safe place, is a rare thing to celebrate. They welcome about one per year or two, but can work with an individual pair or group and their chick for as long as twenty. One of my colleagues volunteers there on weekends and they share baby pictures, as they have a nine-month-old Palkia right now, and they're amazing.

After I spend a while at the lab, beef up my team a fair bit, and get my licensing sorted, I'm half-planning to work at one of those! Or at least, volunteer for a while or take a part-time position. It's a difficult job, but as I understand it, a completely wonderful one. I also hear that the pay and benefits are stellar, which makes sense considering how few people out there are even qualified to do that.