#something about dark wolf grabbed me so violently

[iwriteasfotini]

November Full Moony Excerpt

I must continue to honor the Wolfstar/Remus themed excerpts on the days of a full moon.

This one is from The Wolf and The Star but is is a flashback to third year, because that installment is from James' POV, so we missed this special day in the forest for the boys.

REALLY ANGSTY, Remus POV, the boys are both fourteen

Rating: Teen

Words: 829

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“I really like you Remus,” Sirius finally spluttered. It was ironic, because they were best friends and talked all the time about everything with minimal embarrassment, and here Sirius was barely able to form a complete sentence. 

“Ok.” Crapping cornish pixies! Even in the dark Remus could see Sirius’ face fall. He sat up straight and shifted onto his knees, scooting closer to Sirius. “I meant, Sirius… we can’t.”

Sirius’ brows furrowed, “why not? No one would have a problem with it, I’m pretty sure James already knows.”

“Knows what?”

“Well, I don’t want to make assumptions, but, I kinda got the impression you liked me a bit as well.”

“Oh Sirius, I can’t do this with you. I need you. You make the time around full moon bearable, even somewhat enjoyable. But it’s also so much more. You are my best mate. And I can’t…” Remus didn’t know why but he was suddenly holding back tears. 

Sirius looked stricken. So Remus grabbed for his hand. 

“Sirius, I am a werewolf. I am a monster. I would kill you if you came around me during full moon. I don’t deserve to be with anyone, least of all a pureblood wizard from an ancient bloodline. Someday that stuff, it is going to mean something to you. You’ll want kids, you’ll want to continue the lineage. And your family would never support you dating a bloke.” The words were tumbling out of Remus so fast, he could barely make sense of them himself. “And even if you said it’s nothing, we are only fourteen years old! Someday you would get sick of me, sick of my lycanthropy, sick of living on the fringes of society, where I will always be stuck. And you’ll want to try having a normal life. An uncomplicated life. I know you think —”

“Stop,” Sirius said, squeezing Remus’ hand. Remus quickly brushed his tears away and took a shaky breath. “Stop right now.” Sirius reached over and ran a thumb under Remus’ eye. “Rem, I know exactly who I am, and my family will never support me, regardless of if I am with you or some other lad, and we both know it is for way more reasons than my sexuality. You might see yourself as a monster, but I don’t —”

“That’s because you’ve never seen me —”

“I don’t. And I never will. The wolf is part of you, it makes you unique. Your heart shines so bright Moony. No true monster has a heart like that.”

Remus hung his head. His chest was trembling, trying to hold back more tears. If Sirius had ever seen him in the Shack… He heard the Ministry of Magic kept cages where registered werewolves were to report at each full moon. Metal cages, with bars. Like you would throw a violent dog into. But the werewolves entered and exited those cages as men and women, the mere thought was degrading enough to send him into a mild panic attack of shame. No one could love someone who had to be confined to a cage. 

“And you might think low enough of yourself to think you don’t deserve anyone,” Sirius plowed on, but Remus finally cracked, breaking into hysterical gasping sobs. He couldn’t breathe. 

“Woah!” Sirius dove towards him and wrapped him in his arms. “Woah, take it easy Moony.” Sirius was rubbing slow circles on his back. But the panic attack was keeping Remus from catching a full breath of air. “Moony, Moony, Moony, deep breath,” Sirius said very slowly. 

Remus trembled and gasped for air, he batted Sirius’ hair out of his face. Then wrapped his arms around his best friend. He let Sirius’ scent wash over him, he felt Sirius’ heart, beating far slower than Remus’ own. Sirius was still whispering in his ear, but Remus wasn’t taking in the words. His head was foggy from lack of oxygen and yet he couldn’t, couldn’t catch a breath.

Right here, right now, he had Sirius. Things were ok. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Slowly his lungs filled and emptied fully. He clutched at Sirius with all his strength. Sirius was his rock, the heart which lived outside his body.  

“I can’t lose you,” Remus whispered. “My mam is dying, I can’t risk it Sirius.”

Sirius sighed, and nodded slowly. “Ok, if you aren’t ready, I can be patient.”

His breathing under control and trembling subsided, Remus scoffed, “since when?”

“Since I can, but Moony,” he pushed Remus back so they were face to face, only inches apart. “I’m not going to wait forever.”

Remus nodded. Sirius deserved someone whole, someone unmarred, someone as beautiful as he was. He’d keep Sirius waiting until the other boy lost interest, until someone more suitable caught his eye. It would happen eventually. They were quickly growing up. And then he could keep Sirius as a friend, forever. If it meant they could never be more, well it was a price Remus was willing to pay.

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This installment will start posting on 7/11/25. You can find out more about the series and what is currently being posted on Ao3 from my pinned post.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hellooooo! Halloween is approaching and I was thinking… how about a werewolf (but like can turn whenever) s/o (prefribly like male pronouns or gn) with Jason? Maybe Jason fixing his bf up after he got into a fight and like petting him and comforting him cause the bf though he had scared away Jason with his wolf and aggressivity? Like the scary kinda punk-ish and bad boy one type of boy? (I loved your punk girl x Jason btw! Soo cool!) sorry if it’s so detailed, feel free to refuse ofc!

this is pretty late lol but its 2.5k words so... It's written as gender neutral but the word boyfriend is used twice I think idk. Enjoy!

Violent In-laws--- Jason Grace/ Punk male or gn werewolf! reader

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Jason turned over, his mattress on the floor squeaking with protest. He pulled his pillow over his head and felt soft feathers billow out, vaguely registering that he must’ve torn it up in his sleep. He peeked out the window of the stone cabin and realized it was still dark out, meaning his pillow problem was for later. 

There was light rain on the roof but that wasn’t what had woken him, so he lay on his back for a moment, listening out for someone or something outside. 

Had Piper tried to cut bangs again instead of sleeping and messed them up again?

A scratchy sound, nails on chalkboard, came from the doorway. Jason sat up and felt around near the head of his bed, knocking over an empty cup and finding his glasses under a coffee stained paperback. 

His phone torch was as second later and he shuffled out of bed, his purple and gold doona cover twisted around his leg. When he managed to untangle it without face-planting onto the cold ground, he got to the door and opened it a little, peeking out into the soggy night and hoping it wasn’t a monster, because he was far too tired to fight. 

“Woof?”

Jason blinked into the empty space in front of him and then looked down at the shaggy figure on the ground. He frowned at you, but with concern, not anger. “You should be in bed, you’ve got cabin checks tomorrow, remember?”

“...Woof.”  

“Fine,” Jason relented quickly, and swung the door open. He shut it behind you and turned the little battery powered yellow lamp on by his bed that Leo had made when they found out there were no powerpoints in cabin one. “But we can’t stay up or-”

Then he saw the shining puddles on the ground, paw sized and dark red. 

“Hey,” Jason started, his stomach sinking quickly. “Are you okay?”  

He watched you sink down on the floor next to his bed and rest your head on your sticky paws with a whine, looking up guilty. “Woof?”

Jason ran to the bathroom and felt around until he grabbed the first aid kit, bringing it back to you with a glass of water as well. “Here, I’ll fix you up, just stay still so you don’t bleed out anymore. What happened? Did someone-”

He cut himself off when your tail went between your legs and sat down on his popped pillow instead, unzipping the red bag and pulling out rolls of bandages and a tube of antibiotic cream. “You can come up here, the ground’s cold. I have to wash the sheets tomorrow anyway, for cabin inspections.” 

When you stayed on the ground, looking up with big sad eyes, Jason rolled his own, and patted the spot next to him encouragingly. “Up.”

You hobbled over and then flopped down on the mattress with a little huff of pain. Jason winced at the sound and brought your paws onto his lap, dabbing them with a wad of gauze until there was less blood and he could dip more gauze into the water and clean the last of it off. “What happened?”

“I was just in the woods,” you muttered, sitting next to him with your forehead digging into his shoulder as he wiped your hands clean. “And then there was a pack of wolves. They chased me for a bit and got a few bites in, but I’m a lot bigger.”

“Are you okay?” Jason asked quietly, looking down at the ripped up black and gray striped long sleeve drenched in blood. He picked up some little scissors from teh first aid kit and cut off the sleeves at your shoulders. 

There were cuts from your fingers to your elbows. Jason began wrapping one of the bandages around your wrists, making his way up to the last deep scratch as you sighed. “I hid in Bunker 9 for a while until they left. Leo forgot to shut it again. Then I came here.”

“You shouldn’t have been out,” Jason shot back gently, tying off the bandage and putting one of those little clips on it. Then he started on your other arm, making sure to put enough pressure on. “What if it wasn’t wolves, what if it was harpy’s, or hellhounds, or, or what if it was something you couldn’t fight, and-”

He looked down at you, expecting an apology, but you were just staring up at him, dried blood smeared on your cheeks. Somehow you still had those soft dog-like eyes rimmed with eyeliner that made Jason’s chest feel tight and warm. You smiled a little, “but I’m okay.” 

“What if next time you’re not?” Jason argued, feeling his eyes prick at your stupidity. Didn’t you realize that just cause you could turn into a big flesh eating canine you could still get hurt, or worse? The woods were literally purposely stocked with monsters, and you acted like it was your playground. “What if something happens and I can’t fix it?”

You ducked your head, and Jason knew that if they still could, your ears would be flat against your head like they did when someone found you chewing on something you shouldn’t be. “Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t think that-”

“You never think,” Jason muttered grumpily, tying off the last bandage and picking up the smaller one for your hands. 

You smirked a little bit, sharp teeth revealed. “That’s why you love me.”

“Shut up,” Jason said. “I’m still angry at you.”

“Okay,” you said, resting your head back on his shoulders and closing your eyes with a little grin. Thank the gods, Jason couldn’t stay angry for very long when you were giving him the puppy eyes that everyone fell for, despite the fact you stomped around in doc martens and a studded belt everyday. 

Jason threaded the bandage through your fingers, layering it enough that it cut off the blood dripping down your palms until it was just white and no longer splotched with red. He pinned them into place and then kissed your hands gently, wondering if you’d fallen asleep. 

“Are you finished being angry?” you asked, opening one eye and sitting up properly, going to rub your eyes with your hands. 

Jason held them in place and squinted at you, chewing on the inside of his lip, a bad habit he’d been trying to break for a while. Then you leant forward a bit more than you needed to for just a conversation, “you shouldn’t do that.”

His resolve left his body once you tilted your head a little and he sighed, a smile creeping across his scarred mouth, “Oh yeah… why?” 

“Cause it’s my job,” you said, your words muffled by Jason’s lips. 

He bit down a grin and slid his hands around the back of your neck, careful not to yank on your safety pin earrings that were actually just normal safety pins. His eyes closed involuntarily and he sighed again into your mouth when you leant forward, pulling his face closer, bandaged hands on his jaw line. 

Jason parted his lips and felt his cheeks warm at the feeling of you so close, smelling like rain and blood and wet animal fur, bitten down nails coated in black polish scratching a little at his cheek bones while you pushed him back into his crumpled bedspread. You rolled over, holding Jason tightly and pressing your mouths together once more until you pulled away a fraction, “so… you’re not angry anymore?”  

“Nope,” Jason said, his hands fiddling with the tag of your band shirt. “Still angry.”

“What a shame, I guess I’ll have to give you a while to cool off,” you muttered, and pulled away with bright eyes and puffy lips. You sat up, shaking pillow feathers off yourself and began to stand, “seeya tomorrow, isn’t your sister visiting?” 

“Fine,” Jason huffed, grabbing at the edge of your shirt and chopped up long sleeve to pull you back while you stepped over him. “You win, ‘m not angry.”

“Pardon?”

Jason opened his mouth to speak louder and then caught sight of the grin on your face. He glared until you sunk back down onto the mattress opposite him and rested your bandaged hands over his, palms up. Jason brushed his fingertips along yours, “I just get worried, and you don’t seem to care that you get hurt, or that it stresses me out. We’ve had this conversation so many times and you keep getting into fights.” 

You stared up at him blankly, then your head drooped. You spoke like you were telling yourself off. “I started them.”

“What?”

“I started the fights…” You began to rub your face again and Jason tightened his grip on your arms, pulling them back down before you broke a scab and started bleeding again. “I was trying to… I…” You looked up, “I have to change everyday, I have to run around and bark and do all that stuff or I start to itch everywhere and it hurts so much. The quickest way to be okay is to just… attack something.”

He wiped a tear from your face and gulped, “why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Didn’t want to scare you.”

Jason pulled you forwards into a hug, hoping it was tight enough to push all of the bad feelings from you and make you feel better. “You do scare me, but only when you’re hurt… And when you sneak up behind me and grab my shoulders.”

“...But it’s funny.”

He pressed a finger to your mouth before you veered the conversation somewhere else. “Hey, hey, listen to me. You chase your tail and you chew on your own clothes to make them look more punk and you tried to bite your reflection yesterday, no offense, but you aren’t scary.” 

You squinted up at Jason, “should I be offended?” 

“Other people are scared of you, but not me. I promise.”

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Jason ducked a stray knife boomerang and followed the path past the campfire and the Infirmary, peering up at the lava wall already filled with hunters yeeting stray campers down into the foam mattresses that really didn’t do much.

He was about to go ask one of the less scary girls in silver where Thalia was when he heard her yell across the entire field. “JASON!”

“Thal’s,” he said, a smile on his face as the tall girl ran up, the immortal shimmering around her wavering in the sunlight. “You’re here!”

She ruffled up his spiky hair and then hugged him properly, lifting him off his feet easily, his face squashed into the spikes on her leather jacket. “Little brother, I missed you! And now we get to fight people together! We’re gonna stick around for a few days and I already-”

Thalia pushed him away and then to the side, an arrow loaded in her bow loaded in less than a second, the sharp tip lined up with your snout as you cocked your shaggy head at her, blinking slowly. 

Jason sighed, “I told you to give your hands a rest, you’re just gonna pop Will’s stitches!”

“Don’t worry,” Thalia said. She whistled, presumably to call her little white wolves over, and aimed her arrow at your chest while you stuck your pink tongue out at Jason, “I got it.” 

“Please don’t… this is my boyfriend.” 

Thalia lowered her bow and frowned with concern at him, like she was wondering if he was mentally okay. Considering how this looked, she had every reason too. Jason pushed her weapon out of the way a little and she slid her arrow back into her quiver when he walked up to you, “this is my sister, she won’t kill you.”

When you just blinked up at him and wagged your tail happily, Thalia gave Jason a strong side eye. “Uh, little brother-”

“Stop making me look like a furry,” Jason hissed through gritted teeth, nodding towards Thalia, who looked a second away from calling for help. He smirked, “or I’ll tell Lacey and Harley they can’t play fetch with you anymore.” 

You glared at him and folded your arms, which were still wrapped up in fresh bandages that Austin had done up a lot better than Jason ever could. To avoid chafing you had to wear a singlet, but you’d managed to make that look grunge with a black choker and ripped up jeans. You’d even put fingerless skeleton gloves on, but Jason wasn’t sure how safe that was for your injuries. “You’re no fun.”

Thalia made a choking sound, her face pale. 

“What?” Jason asked. Then he remembered not everyone was used to you. “Right, this is my boyfriend, he’s a son of Apollo, and Apollo’s the god of wolves or something.”

“Also, the Twilight movie came out the same week he had me,” you piped up with a shrug, silver earrings [of course, not real silver, Leo had found some sort of alternative in the boxes upon boxes in Bunker 9] shining like Thalia’s jacket as she stepped back, her bow slipping out of her shaking hand. 

You glanced at Jason, hands in your pockets, and rocked on the balls of your feet nervously. “Y’know I actually had to help Lou Ellen will this thing, I should probably head off-”

“I am so sorry,” Thalia said with wide blue eyes,

It was your turn to back away this time, and Jason stood there, thoroughly confused, until he too spotted the little pack of white wolves racing over to Thalia. Then he connected the dots.

You grabbed onto the sleeve of his teddy bear jacket and he figured your tail would be between your legs if you were to change back. 

“Did they-”

“Yup,” you hissed, fiddling with the bandages around your arms and watching as the wolves tracked circles around them and butted playfully against Thalia’s legs. “Yeah, it was these guys.”

Thalia blinked. “To be fair, I thought you were a hellhound. It was dark.”

You spun around and beamed at Jason, “I told you I was scary!”

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[reashot]

Homo Homini Lupus Est.

Ruby can't believe that she's going to Beacon Academy with her big sister Yang. And right now she is busy packing all of her belonging but before she can finish doing so. Her father comes inside her room to talk to her about something.

Tai: Ruby wait! Before you go to Beacon, remember what am I about to tell you. Because this will save you in the future.

Ruby: What is it dad?

Tai: Ruby I want to warn you about boys. And why you should be cautious around them. No in fact you should just stay away from boys all together while in Beacon.

Ruby: But why dad. I met boys before. And you seems to be okay with them?

Tai: Yes. Boys around your age, Ruby. Not boys around Yang's age. And boys around that age only interested in one thing and it's disgusting!

Ruby: *gasp* You mean like weapons?! I knew it! Boys like talking about weapons after all. Ha, ha. I'm so glad that I decided to go to Beacon. *squee*I bet I can have plenty of "boy friends" to talk about weapons with.

After hearing the forbidden words Ruby coming out off Ruby's lips. Tai's mind Immediately wander through a dark place and Immediately assumed the worst. He imagined about how Ruby being tricked by a (blonde) scumbag Immediately after stepping into Beacon academy. First he will cajools her with talks of weapons. Ruby being her kind naive self will trust him and then he will bring her to his room and decides to "share" Ruby with the rest of his teammates...

Tai:

Ruby: Dad! Why are you screaming?!

Tai: RUBY!!!! *grabs Ruby* Promise me Ruby, promise me that you will stay away from boys while you're in Beacon. No! In fact you should stay away from any boy, period! Daddy doesn't want to see you being taken away by a (Blonde) haired womanizer! *violently shaking Ruby*

Ruby: B-but dad boys are half of the world population. How am I supposed to do that?

Tai: I don't care! Just don't okay. Please stay as daddy's little girl for the rest of your life, okay. Please promise me!

Ruby: Y-you're asking too much dad!

Tai: Shut up! Remember this Ruby all boys are Wolf. Given the chance they will devour you whole Ruby! So do your best to stay away from them okay!

Ruby: O-okay fine. I promise to stay away from all boys. Just please, stop shaking me, dad.

Tai: Oh thank you Ruby, thank you... *hugs*

Ruby: (I mean what are the odds that a boy would be interested in me or I will be interested in a boy?)

Meanwhile some times later in Beacon:

Jaune: Hi my Name is Jaune Arc what's yours?

Ruby: (inside of Ruby's head after meeting Jaune Arc)

Jaune: Uh you okay there? You been staring at an empty space for quite some time now.

Ruby: (I'm sorry dad, but I think I'm going to break my promise to you now.) Hi my Name is Ruby Rose would you want to be my boyfrie... I mean. Friends with me? 😘

[jellalism]

Dark Schneider x Reader fic: I can be a woman for you (Erotica)

Dark Schneider rescues a damsel in distress, hoping to have sex with her. To his surprise, the person he rescued is not a damsel in the strict sense of the term. But it’s close enough to a damsel for him to stick his cock in.

Word count: 5252 words

Genre: Erotica

Characterization: Dark Schneider is a dominant top. Reader is a submissive bottom. Reader has a penis. Reader is "not a man like most people imagine one"; implied non-binary.

Content warnings: Domination/submission, verbal degradation, biting

Notes: Reader has cleaned their behind beforehand; I couldn’t be bothered letting them bathe in the story itself. There are some feminine-gendered terms used for the reader: princess, (good) girl, cunt, bitch.

Read below or on AO3.

You barely know what is happening. One moment, you’re staring at the gaping jaws of a huge wolf-like monster, certain you’re going to die; the next, you’re in the arms of a muscular, white-haired man. The violent creature is now burning brightly, disintegrating into ashes. “No one attacks a lady while the handsome magician Dark Schneider is around.” The man gazes at the fire. It burns hot; hot enough to cremate the carcass.

You take a few moments to get your bearings. You’re being bridal carried by the person who appears to be your savior, having the power to annihilate a monster in the blink of an eye. His face is quite beautiful. He has a superb jawline, highlighted by the glow of the fire. He turns his gaze towards you. “Are you alright?” Then his face is scrunched up in surprise. “Wait. Not a lady, perhaps?” He seems a little disappointed. “Dammit, I really thought… Man, can’t you just be a woman for a little while?” He brings his mouth to your ear and whispers: “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You flush bright red and are left completely speechless. He doesn’t let up, though. He softly bites your ear.

“So? How about it?” He leans back again, so he can look you in the face. “You’re all red. I bet you really liked that, huh?” He grins seductively.

“I–” you begin, but it’s hard to speak. What is this situation?! One moment you’re within inches of death, the next you’re being courted by an—admittedly handsome—man mistaking you for a woman.

Dark sighs and lets you down. He seems to have read your surprise and confusion as rejection. “Fine. Not every man wants to get fucked in the ass. Not even by my amazing cock. I get it.” He turns around and starts to walk away.

“Wait!” You quickly grab his hand. It’s bigger than yours. As everything about him is—he’s almost two meters tall and incredibly muscular. He turns around again and looks at you. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I was just flustered. In fact, I would…” You gather your courage before speaking candidly. “I would love to feel your cock in me.” You smile shyly. “I’m not a man like most people imagine one. I can be a woman for you, if you want me to be.”

At your honest confession, a satisfied smile appears on Dark’s face. And you notice something twitch under his clothes, at the groin. Is that his…? If so, it is definitely very big. You swallow in apprehension.

“Alright then!” Since you were already holding hands, he pulls you close with one quick movement. His other hand moves around you. He grabs your behind and lifts you up again with one arm, with ease that makes it seem as if you don’t weigh anything. It elicits a gasp from you. Your head is at the perfect height to rest it on one of his broad shoulders. He brings his mouth close to your ear. “Time to get to my place. I promise you won’t regret having sex with the amazing Dark Schneider.”

You chuckle softly. “You do realize that by praising yourself, you’ve got a lot more to live up to? But…” You remember the situation you were just in. If he hadn’t been there, you’d have been dead. You were completely helpless in a situation that he solved in a fraction of a second. “I will admit you are pretty amazing, from what I’ve seen so far,” you finish softly. You wrap your arms around his torso. He still has one hand on your ass, using it to carry you while he walks quickly. His other arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer, pressing your face to his pecs. He smells just a tiny bit like sweat, though it’s muffled by other odors. There is a definite piney smell to him.

“Oh princess, you haven’t seen nothing yet.” He grins. “I will make sure that, by the end of the night, you’ll adore me as if I were a god.” He moves his wrist a little so it grinds against your genitals. You inhale sharply. He grins again. “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it.” He squeezes your ass.

He walks quickly, and his place is nearby, so you arrive in a matter of minutes. It’s a big, stone house, reminiscent of a fortress. It has even got battlements. You can’t help but wonder what kind of life this man lives.

“Impressed?” He looks down upon you, full of confidence. “You should be.” He kicks open the door and carries you inside. Then he closes the door behind him with another kick and carries you upstairs, into a luxurious bedroom. He throws you down on the large bed. It’s very comfortable: the mattress is neither too soft nor too hard. The blankets are a beautiful dark carmine color. You reach out your hand; it’s soft and pleasant to the touch. Moreover, the room is charmingly decorated. There is a light gray carpet and romantic lighting provided by various candles. The walls are decorated with paintings of landscapes. Not too much, but enough to make the room feel pleasantly lived in. Clearly, no expense has been spared when it comes to this chamber.

You turn your eyes back to Dark, and find that he has already removed his shirt. His torso does not disappoint. He is ripped. While you stare at him in silence, he looks down at you half lying on the bed, precisely as you landed when he threw you. “You better enjoy the view. We’ll be here for a while.” His voice sounds almost threatening.

He steps towards you, towering over you. His pecs become even more pronounced as you have to raise your head to face him. “What’s your name?”

You give him your name.

“Well then, y/n. I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.” He bends forward, leaning a knee on the bed. His face approaches yours and you suddenly feel a hand at the base of your neck, keeping you in place while he presses his lips on yours. His kiss is rough, fueled by lust. His tongue enters your mouth, fighting for dominance—and winning it, too. You feel your inhibitions loosen as you surrender to his touch. His hand slides under your shirt as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He lingers to play around with your nipple for a bit. Then he pinches it. Your face contorts and he ends the kiss to look at you sadistically. “What’s pleasure without a little pain?” He pinches it again, looking at your face with arrogant satisfaction.

“God, Dark,” you moan. He bends down a little more, placing kisses in your neck. His torso now hangs closely over yours, almost touching it. His body emanates heat; you can’t help but desire him to be closer still. The smell of his sweat has gotten a little stronger now, but it’s not overpowering. You lift your arms and grab hold of his broad shoulders. Subconsciously, you try to pull him closer.

He lifts his head from where it was buried in your neck, and the hand that was on your nipple now moves to grab your chin. “Look at me,” Dark commands as he holds your chin, pressing your head into the pillow. His long, white hair cascades down his shoulders, resting beside you. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll never want anyone else’s cock ever again. You’re gonna be my cocksleeve, and you’re going to love it. Got it?” He looks you straight in the eye with confidence that seems out of this world.

“Y-yes,” you manage to croak. Speaking is complicated not just by the way he holds you, but also by the arousing fear that he instills in you. Part of you dreads what’s to come—if he speaks the truth, you won’t be the same after he’s done with you.

“That’s ‘Yes Master’, cocksleeve.” His knee presses down in your groin painfully, making you cry out.

“Yes Master,” you gasp, and he lifts his knee.

“Good girl,” he says with an arrogant grin on his face. “Now let’s get this party started properly.” One of his hands creeps under your shirt again. He pinches one of your nipples, but doesn’t linger this time. “Lift your arms.” As soon as you obey, he roughly lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside. Then he sits back. You are lying on your back, while he kneels with his knees at both of your sides, at the height of your thighs. His impressive abdominals and pectorals are on full display for you, towering over you again. He licks his lips. “Now that’s a nice body you have. I’m glad I brought you home. Perhaps I won’t let you go after this.” A hint of excitement must have crossed your face, because Dark capitalizes on it. “Oh, yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Becoming my personal slut, for me to use whenever I want.” He grabs your groin and plays around with your balls through the cloth. “You’d like being dominated by me, right?” You nod nervously. “Well, I’m gonna give you what you fucking want.”

With those words, he grabs your trousers and pulls them down roughly, your underwear going with them. He slides off the bed to get them off properly. He pushes a pillow under your lower back. Then he lifts up your legs and lays them over his shoulders as he gets back on the bed. Your bottom is now completely exposed, and his hand creeps towards it. He grabs your ass, and squeezes it hard. It hurts a little, but it only turns you on further. Your already rock-hard cock twitches. “As I expected, you like feeling some pain with your pleasure. Fucking slut. I love it.” He removes his hand again and takes up a tube from the nightstand. “Lube,” he explains. “It’s impossible without it.” He puts a good amount on his fingers. Then his hand moves to your ass again. He flashes a wicked grin as his finger teases the rim of your asshole. “Gonna have to prepare you real good. My cock is pretty big, you know? But I’ll make sure that it fits.”

You glance at his groin. The bulge you saw earlier has only gotten bigger. Is that ever going to fit?!

Dark seems to read your mind. “Believe me, it’s going to fit. As long as I arouse you enough, your hole will welcome me.” At that moment, the tip of his finger enters your hole. A lewd sound escapes you. “Oh, now that’s what I like to hear. I’m gonna make sure you’ll moan much, much more like that. Until I’m satisfied. And believe me, that takes a while.” He sticks his finger in a little deeper and softly touches your prostate. Again, you involuntarily make a noise. “I love the way you are opening up to me. You’re such a good girl for me. I’ll give you a reward. I’ll keep massaging that sweet spot in you. How’s that sound?” And he immediately delivers, continuing to rub your prostate.

“Aahh, Dark!” Where your previous noises were subdued, you can’t hold in your moans anymore.

“That’s it, baby. It’s okay to make all the noise you like. In fact, once I enter you, there’s no stopping it. So you better get used to making all kinds of sounds you’ve never made before.” He moves his finger around a little, rubbing against your walls and the rim of your hole.

“Guess what?” He looks down at you, carefully, as if he wants to see every expression you make. Then, you suddenly feel him push in a second finger.

You moan in a high-pitched voice as your eyes stray upward for a bit, completely overtaken by the intense sensation.

“God, that really made you sound like a girl.” When you look back at Dark, he has his signature grin on his face. “You just made me harder still.” He grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge in his pants. It’s rock-hard, and as you touch it, it twitches. “Feel that? You turn me on so fucking much. I’m gonna have so much fun fucking you all night long.” His two fingers move in and out of your hole at a steady pace.

“Mmm… Feels so good,” you pant. It’s hard to breathe normally as the sensations wash over you.

Suddenly, he plunges in deeper. You breathe in sharply. The way his fingers move around in your ass is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He moves his digits apart, scissoring your hole. “Feeling good, huh? In a little while, my cock is going to go even deeper than this. And it’s thicker, too.” He removes his fingers from your ass. It feels like it’s gaping. “It’s not over yet, baby.” With a quick, cruel movement, he slams three of his fingers deep into you, as far as his knuckles.

You let out a little yelp. Dark slaps your buttock. “I’ll get all those sweet little sounds out of you.” He moves his fingers back and forth in you at a quick pace, making you moan over and over. It feels like you’ve lost control over your body, over your legs: you can’t move them even if you tried. He keeps his fingers a little apart at times, letting them explore the walls of your hole, opening you up further. “You’re really getting ready for me now. Just a little longer, and I’ll give you pleasure like you’ve never experienced.”

“Please… Give it to me.” Your voice cracks as you seem to be unable to control your body fully. “I need you inside me.”

Dark’s expression becomes fiercer. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’ll rearrange your goddamn insides.” His voice is low and threatening. It scares you, but god, it’s hot. He slowly pulls his fingers from your ass, and undoes his belt. He slides off the bed, letting your legs fall back on the mattress. He quickly removes his trousers. The bulge is even clearer now that he is only wearing underwear. You can see the outline of his cock. He removes his underwear in a swift motion, eager to get on with it.

His dick is huge. It is both long and thick, standing straight up, plastered against his abs. A vein runs over the length of the shaft, accentuating its girth. Dark has only a little pubic hair—white, just like the rest of his hair—just enough to emphasize his masculinity. His big balls are hanging low. No matter how you look at it, his body is perfect. “See, this is why I took the time to prepare you,” he laughs. It has a sadistic undertone. He knows what he is about to inflict upon you. “Your body won’t be the same after I’m done with you. I’ll change the shape of your cunt so it will perfectly fit my fat cock.” He grabs some of the lube again and liberally covers his cock in it, giving it a few good strokes.

You lift your legs again, exposing your hole. “Take me, Master.”

He licks his lips and makes his way towards you. “I will.” His voice is low and full of lust. He sets his knees on the bed, and crawls over to you like a ravenous wolf about to devour its prey. He slams his arms next to your chest, leaning over you. Then he brings his mouth to your ear. “I’ll fucking ravage you.” Next thing you know, he softly bites your ear, eliciting a surprised hiss from you.

He moves back slightly, still leaning on one hand but using the other to guide his penis to your impatient ass. The tip of his dick rubs against the rim. You bite your lip, struggling to contain your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

You are completely in his power. He, with his perfectly sculpted body—beautiful hair, astonishing muscles and impressive, almost intimidating genitals—is gazing down at you arrogantly, knowing he drives you crazy with desire. And he wants to hear you beg.

“Y-your cock,” you stammer. “You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met, a-and I’ve never been this horny. I want you so b-badly. I want you to fuck me. Use me however you like. I adore the idea of being in your—” Your sentence gets cut short as Dark pushes the head of his cock in, making you gasp for air.

“Good slut. I’ll give you all that you wanted, and more.”

“Y-yes, Master! Yes!” you moan as he slowly pushes his thick penis further in. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before; the way his length touches all your walls and the way you feel completely dominated. “S’good.” Your voice is breathy; you can’t seem to find the strength to speak normally.

“It’s only gonna get better,” Dark whispers. He moves his cock back a little before pushing forwards again. “I’m not even halfway in yet.” At that, you make a small sound. “That’s right, baby. Your ass won’t ever forget this night,” he says with a smirk.

He moves back again, and forwards—always taking his sweet time.

“You know, my body doesn’t just look good. I have the stamina of a wolf. I love taking my time in making both of us feel amazing. We’ll be here for quite a few hours.”

“Let’s fuck until morning,” you whisper, adoration in your eyes. You feel his cock twitch inside you.

“That’s what I like to hear!” His voice is strong; loud, even. After all his lewd whispers and horny words, the volume of this sentence feels like the start of something new. And it is. You feel him push his cock further in. “You feel that, cunt? That’s the cock of the mighty Dark Schneider in you.”

You moan loudly. His fat cock rubs against your prostate, but also goes beyond it, deeper. Deeper than his fingers ever went. It makes you feel strange inside. You can feel his every movement, every twitch of his length.

“Yeah, eat it up, bitch. Your ass is so hungry.”

“Oh my g-god…,” you groan. “S-so… big…”

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your thigh. Dark slapped you. “Don’t give up on me now. I still haven’t bottomed out. And remember what I promised you.” He leans forward threateningly and lowers his voice to a whisper. “I said I’d make sure it fits inside you.” He places his hands next to you, enclosing you in between. “But let’s take it slow, right? Wouldn’t want my slutty princess to suffer. Not too much, anyway.”

“Master,” you whimper. His large body hangs over you, his chest close to yours. You feel the heat from his arms at your sides.

“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “Not gonna lie, you’re still pretty tight.” He moves his cock back again. And forwards. Slowly, but inexorably; this man is the closest thing to an unstoppable force that physics shall ever know. You feel his power in every one of his movements. Back and forth. “Mmm, yeah, that’s better. Your ass is starting to get used to my tool, isn’t it?”

In between pants, you manage to answer him. “Yes, Master.”

He chuckles softly. “Already feeling overwhelmed, huh? But we’ve still got the night ahead of us, babe.” He pushes forward again. His cock goes in deeper still, making you moan loudly. “See, you can take it. Just a few more times back and forth and you’ll have taken my entire cock inside you.” He keeps moving slowly, each time going a little further. Each time, you moan in pleasure. Thanks to his careful prepping and slow pace, it doesn’t hurt at all.

Dark lets out a grunt as he pushes in his cock fully, his big balls tickling your buttocks. For a few moments, you can’t make a sound; you can barely breathe. Then, you gasp for air, trying to take in the intense, awesome sensations. You look up to see Dark’s arrogant grin. “See? Told you you could take it,” he whispers. Then, his face moves closer and he kisses you on the mouth. His chest is on yours—he’s letting his weight crush you as his cock twitches in your ass. His tongue enters your mouth, full of desire to make you all his. He explores every part of it. His tongue is aggressive, fighting with yours and winning with ease; it’s a dominant kiss.

Finally, he moves his lips away from you for a bit, and you gasp for air again—with limited success, as his heavy weight on top of you makes it hard to fill your lungs. “You’re my personal fucktoy now. Got that, y/n?” He moves his lower body, causing his cock to stir inside your hole. It feels as if he moves all your insides around.

“Mm-mm,” you say with a nod.

“Good girl,” he says with a satisfied smile. His hands run up your arms, to your wrists. Then he raises them above your head and pins them to the mattress. It feels as if his fingers are made of steel; there’s no escaping his grip. Not that you want to escape. “Let’s continue.” He slowly raises his core, making his large member move back, before slowly pressing down again, deep inside you. As he presses his thick dick deep into you, you breathe out deeply, as though all the air is being fucked out of you. His chest remains close to yours; it’s as if his body is enclosing you. It feels like every part of you touches a part of him. You’ve long since wrapped your legs around him, feeling his muscular thighs and buttocks as he moves his cock inside of you.

“God, you look like you’re in heaven.” Dark seems to be amused. “Tell me. How does it feel to be fucked by Dark Schneider? To be fucked by your master?”

“Feels… so good… Master,” you pant. At that moment, he presses his cock deep inside, his balls softly slapping against your butt. It takes your breath away, and you’re pretty sure you’re making a face that you’ve never made before. “Fucking amazing,” you say with a breathy voice. “Impossibly good.” It’s hard to form full, coherent sentences when he’s so deep inside of you, overwhelming you with physical pleasure and dominating every thought you have.

“That’s fucking right.” He buries his head in your neck and then—bites?! You hiss through your teeth, more from surprise than pain. He moves his head and looks you straight in the eyes. “I’ll make you mine. I’ll mark you, so everyone knows you’re mine. My bitch. My plaything.” He moves his mouth to his bite mark and starts licking it. It’s a strangely soft and gentle sensation, juxtaposed by the bite and the way his penis fucks your hole. He isn’t rough there, but a member that size pushes your body to its limits, no matter how careful he is.

“So… you can be sweet too,” you manage to whisper with some difficulty. “Master,” you add.

“I can be as gentle as my partner wishes me to be.” His mouth is close to your ear, his voice a mere whisper. “But I pride myself on being able to read others quite well—what turns them on, what they want. And I’m pretty sure you want only a little sweetness with a whole lot of domination. Don’t you, little slut?” He hisses that last word as he brings down his cock quickly, penetrating you deeply. You squeal in surprise. “You’re mine now, cunt. All mine.”

He continues at a higher pace, moving back so that only the head of his dick is still in your hole, and then bottoming out again. Your wrists are still pinned to the mattress, above your head. He shifts his hands, bringing your wrists together so he can pin them with only one of his large hands. His other hand goes between your chests, pinching your nipple. “Fuck, you feel good,” he moans.

“Master… You’re so big—it feels like you’re splitting me in two.” Your voice is soft. You’re barely able to speak as his large cock is slamming into you over and over. It doesn’t hurt much, but it remains wildly stimulating. Nothing has ever penetrated you this deeply, nor has anyone fucked your prostate this good. With each movement, his thick member massages that sweet spot inside you. It’s especially mind-blowing when the head, even larger than the shaft, passes by it, pressing down on it.

“You’re drooling,” Dark says with a low chuckle. He buries his head in your neck to lick it up, slowly moving his tongue from the side of your head to your mouth. Then he enters your mouth again, conveniently open from all the moans that he’s fucking out of you. His tongue is as aggressive as his cock, entering you and making sure there’s no part that remains untouched. He pushes your tongue aside as if it’s mere air, completely dominating you.

His hand, that was on your nipple, is now sliding lower. Down your abdomen, until it reaches your erect member. His large hand grabs it, envelops it. His thumb rests on the tip, rubbing it a bit. There’s some precome on it, making his rubbing smooth. Then, he starts to move his hand up and down. Even though it’s so slow, it turns you on crazily. You were already close to coming from all his thrusts in your ass, but now that he is serving your penis with his hand, you can’t hold it in any longer. You moan into his mouth as your sperm shoots over his hand and your chest.

He breaks off the kiss and looks at you. It’s hard to look at him; you feel a little bit ashamed for already having come from just a little touch. “My work in your ass must have really turned you on for you to come that quickly.”

You nod silently.

“Good. I’ll take that as a compliment.” He brings his mouth to your ear again. “And you’re doing a good job too, you know. You’re such a perfect cocksleeve for me. Such a good girl.” Meanwhile, his assault on your ass has not abated. “Tell me, where do you want my come?” He lifts his head up again to look at you.

You can feel his cock twitching more than it did before, slowly nearing release. “Mm… Inside, master. I-I want you to f-fill me up.” His relentless pounding makes it hard for you to speak.

“Yeah. I can see it in your slutty eyes; you want me to fucking breed you.” He grunts as he slams into you, harder than before. His pace has decreased, changed into slow but hard fucks. When he bottoms out, he lingers there, letting the head of his cock roam around. “God, you have such a sexy expression right now. All fucked up.” He bottoms out again powerfully. You scream out in pleasure and pain simultaneously. It hurts, but it also feels so damn good. “Yes, that’s it,” Dark pants. “Let me hear your moans. Let me know how much you love being my bitch.”

“Hnng, M-… Ma-” But your words are cut short by your scream as he slams into you again.

“You don’t need to speak to tell me. I hear it in your moans and the way your ass is eating me up.” He chuckles darkly. “Fucking hell, I love you and your sexy hole.” He slams into you again. And again.

“Damn,” he moans. “I’m getting really close now.” His thrusts speed up again, his breeder balls slapping against you. The bed creaks softly under his powerful movements. He fucks you deep into the mattress and pillow that you are lying on. “I’m gonna fill you up real good. You’re never gonna want any other cock than mine again.” He speaks fast, with an unsteady voice—signs that he is nearing orgasm.

He slams into you one last time, and then ceases his thrusts. You feel his cock twitching and the thick liquid shooting into your ass. “Fuuuuck.” He twitches a bit, making movements that aren’t quite thrusts but do move his cock back and forth a last few times. He finally lets go of your wrists that he had pinned to the mattress, and collapses on top of you. The weight of his torso is crushing, but you don’t mind it. You wrap your arms around him, as if you want him closer still. His dick is still twitching, still shooting sperm, and Dark is moving around in your ass a little bit. “Fucking hell,” he moans. “That was a proper fucking load that I’ve just shot into you.”

“Mmm, thank you, master.” You’ve gotten hot; sweat glistens on your skin. But you feel hot inside too, thanks to his cock and the warm fluid he pumped into you. You close your eyes, savoring the sensations. Dark seems to be in a similar state of mind, his body relaxed as he lies on top of you. But after a minute or so, his cock having ceased its pulsations, he gets up from you, slipping his cock out. You open your eyes just as his hands grab your sides and he roughly turns you around, making you lie prone. The pillow that was under your ass is now supporting your groin, making your ass stick out.

Dark places his hands on your hips again, and then you feel the big head of his penis at the rim of your anus. “You didn’t think it was over, did you?” he says cockily. He pushes in with a grunt, eliciting another moan from you. “You see, I’m a man of my word. I promised you that you wouldn’t be able to walk after tonight. I mean to deliver.”

He penetrates your hole deeply—somehow it feels like he reaches even deeper than in the previous position. You want to moan, but the sensation is so overwhelming your breath is stuck in your throat for a moment. He moves again, fucking you deeply, hitting your prostate good, and you moan loudly in ecstasy. “Fucking hell,” you mutter under your breath.

“That’s what I like to hear, my princess.” He removes his hands from your hips as he lies down upon you, his huge pecs pressing down on your shoulder blades. His thighs are on either side of yours. You feel the muscles in them contract and release as he fucks you. His right hand moves under your torso toward your face. He stops at your chin, holding it tightly. You can’t move your head anymore unless he wills it, and he knows it. “You’re in my power now, my sweet, sweet girl.” His possessive tone at your ear only serves to turn you on further, making you moan louder involuntarily with the next thrust.

“That’s it, let me hear you. I’m going to fuck all kinds of sweet noises out of you.” He interrupts himself for a particularly hard thrust, making you scream. “All. Night. Long. That’s a promise.”

Notes

The line “You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. But you’ll thank me for it" was strongly inspired by this art by len_barboza on Instagram. So hot...

[night-dark-woods]

finished the horror short story collection Salt Slow by Julia Armfield- 3/5 i think. i love love love her prose, but the themes of the stories aren't anything that grabs me. Some snippets i really really liked:

Two a.m., dark throat of summer.

It was 4 a.m. on a Tuesday; thin light, city moving like an agitated creature.

I took to watching from my window for the heave of sundown, the roll and shrug of something searching for a comfortable way to lie.

The sun sharded through the open window, amber in the thunder-smelling midday and filling Jenny's face with momentary electricity, as though she had been set alight at the neck.

damp fur, a smell more like a temperature

Now and then, she presented Helen with tough things on which she was encouraged to gnaw- coconut shell and softened slabs of pumice, all the better to blunt her harsh new mouthful.

and the themes not interesting me is partially personal pref i think (not particularly compelled by grief-of-losing-someone or breakups/gradual loss of relationships) but also idk some of them feel very... jennifer's body? if that makes sense.

i don't really have a better way to phrase it, but especially 1) the short story about the girl whose father remarries who gets a wolf for a step-sister and becomes increasingly feral to match the wolf & 2) the one about the (all-female) following of a girl band made up of creatures who are siren-adjacent, that are compelled to go into violent bacchanalia-like states. idk. the way she writes/talks abt gender just feels very cis. like she's doing something interesting i guess but i can't see a space where transness Fits, thematically, in any of her stories. & if she wasn't so clearly writing About Gender in every story i'd be less critical, but she seems interested in disecting gender but only from a very very narrow angle.

[the-sand-guardian]

Whumptober Day 3: "I Warned You"

“Gatinho, no- I’m not letting you do that,” Roier shook his head again as Cellbit refused to let up his pestering. The two had been going back and forth for at least 15 minutes as Roier tried his best to get Cellbit off of his case. 

“What’s the worst that could happen? Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone there with you this time?” Cellbit was relentless. Roier had accidentally made the other aware of the fact that that night was to be a full moon, and Cell had taken that to mean that he was being encouraged to come along and see Roier’s transformation. Roier, of course, vehemently opposed this idea. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to be around you for it, you know that,” He tried yet again to explain. “But it’s just not safe to have you so close for that, alright?” 

“I’ve survived worse- Guapito, please, just this once?” Goddamn was his husband stubborn. 

Roier stopped walking and looked at him. “You’re not going to let me get away with this one, are you?” 

Cellbit shook his head. 

Roier sighed and nodded. “I suppose- Just this once though, and if you get hurt you’re not allowed to complain when I call you an idiot, deal?” He stuck out his hand for the other. 

Cellbit grabbed his hand tightly and shook it. “Deal.” 

Roier shook on it and shifted to hold Cellbit’s hand as they walked together. They still had lots of work to do before nightfall, and twenty minutes of arguing wasn’t helping their case. Roier pulled Cellbit along with him towards their home. 

Roier, of course, had been a wolf since he was 7. He was used to what happened each month and had learned enough to get by. His transformations had slowly gotten easier and easier as time passed and he learned more about his own lycanthropy. First, he’d begin by cooking. 

Transforming hurt the worst on an empty stomach, and it was known for making wolves more violent, too. On Roier’s first transformation, the poor pup hadn’t eaten since breakfast and almost hurt one of his pack. He learned that lesson quickly. 

Next, he needed something to keep him entertained. As a wolf, Roier was usually content to roam the woods, killing deer and tormenting small wildlife, but with Cellbit this wasn’t exactly an option. He brought out a few of his old toys from his teenage years back out into his cave with Cellbit’s assistance. Hey, if he wanted to tag along so badly, Roier had no issues with making him work a little for it. 

After Roier had eaten a rather hearty dinner and the cave was prepared, he checked with his husband one last time to confirm that he was still adamant about going. He was.

The sun slowly began to sink under the hills in the distance, and both men sat just in front of the cave looking out at the horizon. Cellbit was wrapped in a blanket and had thrown on his husband’s hoodie as the night air began to settle around them. Roier shut his eyes for a moment before giving Cellbit a kiss to the cheek and rising to his feet. 

“Promise me that you’ll hide when I first come out here, gatinho?” 

“What for?” 

“Just give it five minutes, ok? I need you to get as far from here as you can, and then you can come back. Please, just promise me that you’ll listen to me this one time?” 

“I promise” Cellbit nodded and began to stand up and Roier ducked into the darkness of the cave. 

Transforming might have gotten easier, but it still fucking hurt. Roier’s bones had already ached for days in anticipation, but that was only about to increase tenfold. His body shifted and contorted as the sun sank lower and lower. Roier doubled over, clutching his stomach as it warped and expanded. He failed to bite back a scream as his legs gave in as he hit the ground. 

After several minutes, the stretching and shifting of his skin and bones slowed, then stopped. The transformation may have been over, but by Christ did he still hurt. Roier let out a loud howl into the darkness of the night. 

“Guapito? Guapito, are you ok?” A voice asked from the mouth of the cave. The wolf knew no sounds but those he or the creatures he killed made. This voice was not that of a deer’s. 

The wolf turned its hulking form towards the opening of the cave. A small creature stood at the opening, a small weapon drawn in its hand. The creature was not unlike the wolf’s other form, but the wolf knew of this creature. Humans. Humans, who kill unless they are killed. 

The wolf let out a snarl before charging in a flash of brown-grey fur. Its vision was flooded by red, and there was a scream. Something poked the wolf before tearing into it. Then, the creature stopped moving. The wolf could relax. 

The wolf was hurt, but just a little. Maybe it would only hunt for a little bit tonight and then sleep. That sounded nice.

The next thing Roier knew, he was awake. Fuck, when did he get cut? Something ached deep within him that he couldn’t quite puzzle out. He stretched, hearing a few leftover dislocations click back into place and provide him just a little more relief. He peered out of the cave, only to spot the curled up figure of his husband in a puddle of dark red blood. He rushed out of the cave, tears already pricking his eyes. The body did not move. Roier’s breath caught in a sob as he turned over his husband’s limp body. 

“Gatinho-” He began to weep as he pulled him close one last time. 

Thank you for reading! I've also posted this to Ao3, where I'll be cataloguing all of my works for this month! I also have 3 other WIP fics, so if you enjoy my works please go show some love over there or feel free to shoot me an ask!

[zaceouiswriting]

Just another night in my pick-up truck

Characters: Theo Raeken x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

Finally, after hours of searching, I found this stupid side street. How hard can it be to find a place to sleep? No one lets me park my car anywhere for the night. Not even in hidden places. What should I do? Without having an apartment?

I can't count the number of times I've been chased away by angry homeowners, unsympathetic police officers, and even hunters.

But here now? I actually feel safe for some reason. So far from the main street that no one but the locals knows about this long-forgotten street. I hope to get a good night's sleep. Maybe then I can finally think about what to do next.

As I slowly reclined my seat, it took me about a minute before sleep finally got the better of me. Finally, the warmth overcame me as I pulled my blanket higher under my chin and crossed my arms across my chest.

Out of nowhere, I came across this fateful bride while trying to reach my sister. I killed her! I know that and will never forgive myself for my past atrocities. Suddenly my hand came into my field of vision, and I was finally able to reach her to save her life. Suddenly the dream was gone.

I turned around in a panic, but there was nothing instead than the terror fields of my dreams. "Fucking wake up!" I don't know that voice! What the hell is going on?

My eyes suddenly opened to reveal the darkness of night enveloping my car. "It was just a dream," I mumbled groggily.

"No, you fucking dimwit!"

"Ahhh!" My scream was probably the most unmanly thing I've ever made, high-pitched and fearful. In the next second, my claws popped out, ready to fight. "WHO-?"

"We don't have time, wolf boy, now drive!" The stranger shouted at me. I stared at him, perplexed, my eyes wide in confusion. "Don't look at me, you idiot, drive!" he yelled louder, even more aggressively this time.

Tempted to open my door, I tried to grab it, but the guy was too quick. Before I knew it, his hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer to him. So close, even through the darkness, I could see his bright, sparkling eyes and cold expression. “Hunters are out here. Now put your hands on the damn steering wheel and drive!” he ordered me sternly.

I couldn't take his frozen stare any longer and nodded my head. But he didn't let go of my neck, expecting something. I could only stare out the windshield, slowly putting my hands on the steering wheel. Finally, he let go of me, pushing himself off of me

Frightened beyond belief, I did not even try to flee again, knowing deep down that I didn't want to mess with this guy for some reason.

As soon as I started the engine, I heard a rustling from the side, but I didn't dare look. But what surprised me was the light reflected from behind. I knew immediately that the guy next to me was right.

Without thinking, I laid in the gas paddle and left the hunters in the dust. Everything seemed perfect. That was until I heard it... gunshots. I jerked the steering wheel at the sound and spun the car out a little. "Can you fucking keep that stupid car steady, for Christ's sake?" The stranger's angry voice made me wince again. Snorting and gasping, seemingly on the verge of an explosion, I ducked my head and tried franticly to balance the car.

"Finally!" he exclaimed moments later. Just to open the window and shoot? It surprised me so much that I spun around again but got back in line faster than last time. This time the guy only cursed once before he started shooting again.

Trembling because of the sounds of the weapon, it is hard to contain myself. Tears start to form in the corner of my eyes. "Keep your head down!" The stranger suddenly screamed. I thought he was concerned about me, but his eyes were still cold. "After all, you are my fucking prey, and these fuckers should keep that in mind!"

The fight shattered several windows and audibly hit my poor pickup truck.

Luckily the fight was over quickly, with a violent crash behind us. As I looked over at the guy who might have saved my life, concern grew in my heart in seconds. "You got hit!"

The guy looked down at his arm, confused. "It's just a graze," he commented softly. "You needn't worry, wolf cub." A devilish hot grin on his beautiful face made my stomach turn. "Next left, then right, then just straight ahead."

I nodded as he told me. We drove for hours until we came to a small town. "You can let me out over there." He pointed to an empty parking lot. But when we came to a stop, he didn't go away. Instead, he casually leaned against the closed door, looking straight at me, chewing gum. "You're way hotter than they told me, you know." As my cheeks flushed, his grin only widened. "Do you have a phone?"

I couldn't move and just stared at him. But he quickly found the phone and took it in his hand. "Not even a password? You're living on the edge, aren't you?” He shamelessly examined me, even moving my shirt a bit without me doing anything about it. "If you need anything, call or text me."

Immediately after putting the phone back down, he elbowed the door open, rolled out, and landed on his feet. What a damn braggart.

"And sorry about your baby," he murmured sympathetically as he surveyed the exterior of my beloved truck. Only then did I realize with horror what had happened that night. "Drive to the garage at the east end of town and give this card to the mechanic. They'll fix your truck for free!” With a final salute, he pulled a backpack from my truck I hadn't seen before and slipped on a snapback before winking at me, licking his lip lasciviously, and walking away, chuckling.

I couldn't understand why he was giggling until I felt something wet drip onto my forearm. When I looked at it, it appeared to be water, but when I touched my chin. With my hand, I traced it back to my mouth. "Oh shit!" I cursed at myself, "Please, earth, swallow me whole, now!"

As if showing another guy weakness wasn't bad enough, I also drooled over myself because of him. What the hell is going on? When I suddenly felt myself hardening, I was left with only one thing I could do. The horn of my truck could surely be heard across town as I kept banging my head on it.

For a second, I could have sworn I heard that motherfucker laughing at me. But he was long gone. I swear if I see him again, I'll make him pay!

But the question is, will I be the one to make the stranger pay, or will the seeming hunter be the one to get me?

[Masterlist]

[lightvsdark18]

Damien's time in Twisted Wonderland

(Instead of summarizing every book, I'll point out the important details or funny moments to make it easier. Used Mewshi Q's playthrough)

Prologue

Damien's gateway laid in front of the Dark Mirror. Felt like he woke up from a dead slumber. Called Grim a dog and responded the robes were too big for him. Smacked the dog on the head and left.

"Hold on, I'm not going anywhere with you until you explain where I am, and why I'm here."

Took a minute to comprehend him being in a different dimension.

The hell just happened? And quietly took the trash out.

Explored the dorm and came across the ghosts, unfazed and continued down the hallway just to hear screaming behind him.

Threw a washrag at Ace and went back to his work, smirking.

Angry at being punished for Ace and Grim's shenanigans.

He argued with the headmage on why he's being kicked out when Crowley promised to get him home.

Unfazed at the three running away from ghosts and headed farther in the mines just to be terrified by the phantom. The boys mocked him until Damien dragged them in to hear it growl.

"If you two are going stand there and argue, then I'm fighting the thing alone. I'm not getting thrown on to the streets in an unknown world because you two can't get along for two seconds."

Shun they killed the thing.

Pure disgust at the loud crunching sound from the crystal.

Glared at Crowley.

"... What?"

"Uh, I don't really want-"

Sat on the bed while checking out the camera, getting Grim to pose to see if the photo is different or special.

Book 1

"? What's up with the collar?"

Headed back upstairs "What can I say? You did something you weren't suppose to and got in trouble."

Checked out the portal and got pushed in.

Furrowed brows at the concept of painting roses without reason and pushed the paintbrush being handed to him away.

Dipped on the fight.

Flicked Ace and Deuce's foreheads and dashed after Grim.

Grabbed the student's hand and glared.

The tart is Ace's problem, not his. And had to visit Crowley's office for his uniforms and a note for Sam.

Ace entered the dorm uninvited and Deuce apologized for the intrusion, offering a small chestnut tart as a gift.

Froze in the shower.

😶 at Cater's unique magic.

Natural towards the uniform.

Called the rules asinine.

Shook violently at the floating head.

"So he's like this because of lack of freedom?"

Threw a pillow at Ace.

Stunned at Riddle's speed.

"How idiotic. Sounds like you just want to abuse your power over others with the excuse of helping them."

Half expected the punch.

Tackled Ace to the ground.

Went "the hell is going on?!" to Crowley.

Fought with a broken ladder step.

The phantom's rose bush slammed against his left side and sent flying into the maze. Couldn't jump back in the fight from the pain.

His heart broke at Riddle's question to his mother.

Frowned at Ace and grew disgusted at the crunching again.

Went to the infirmary too.

Then was sick for two weeks.

Went from disappointed to natural.

Spat it in his napkin.

"Don't worry, Cater, I'm also not a sweets person."

"... How did you get into this school?"

Book 2

"What a jerk."

Stole a chocolate croissant from Grim to annoy him.

Used Grim as a flamethrower.

Glared at Crowley.

"So like football?" Took a moment to comprehend the sport not existing.

Tried the sport out.

Looked offended at Crowley.

Pomefore students tried to convince him to join their dorm the second they saw him.

Felt unsure about those twins, and had his arm yanked by Cater.

(Didn't do any tail stomping) Winced at the boys' asses served to them on silver platter.

Sat outside to clear his mind for a bit and stood up from a noise.

"If you're not going to tell me your name, then neither am I."

Disappeared. "What...?"

Didn't tell Grim anything.

Wasn't wearing a tie.

Listened in the shadows with Riddle and Cater.

Natural to heavily concerned at the 0-100 situation.

A bit freaked out at the large wolf.

Grabbed one of the brooms as a weapon and smacked the oversized cat.

Leona swung his claw and got Damien on the left arm. Four clawmarks that later became scars.

Looked bothered during Leona's past.

Dipped on playing Magicshift.

His arm and now head hurt greatly.

Cheka reminded him of his baby sisters. Ouch.

Cautiously went up to the mirror and couldn't sleep that night.

Book 3

"What are you doing, Grim?"

"Says the person who ran on their first day."

"Another fight?" Squinted his eyes at them, suspicious.

Stared at him suspiciously.

Disappointed.

Paused at being underwater, then his face softened at Jack's excitement.

Quietly chuckled at the spotlight.

Glared at Crowley.

Disinterested "what?" Didn't like the nickname.

"What benefits will I get from helping you?"

Unhappily worked.

Looked at his nails while Azul tried to seem intimidating.

Stood outside his dorm and looked down at Grim. "If we don't get the dorm back, we both are dropping out as students."

Beated up the students with a folded chair.

Died on the ground.

Gagged on the potion.

"Damn" to the eels.

Grim's tail kept hitting him in the face.

Felt suspicious of the scroll, then Grim touched it.

"Hello, Iris."

The clever, A+ student figured out the vault because of Malleus' hyperfixation.

He has younger sisters, he knows how to be annoying.

Began to wonder if the dreams are tied to the housewardens.

"Did you have attack him?"

Shoved the photo into his pocket.

"Aw crap."

Couldn't find possible weapons and became a distraction instead.

The phantom punched him in the chest with the end of the trident. Got a broken rib and a nasty bruise.

"Damn" at Azul's past.

"Well, those three did pass because of the guides."

"You looked squishable."

Covered his ears before Grim ate it.

Shrugged at Silver and Sebek and headed back inside.

Heard a voice in the mirror, "What the f-"

Looked unpleased at seeing the twins.

"I'm making sure you put that photo back."

"But your past made who you are today. Because of what happened, it motivated you to work hard and outshine everyone."

Sighed and ordered the snack set.

[barilleon]

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

I got diagnosed with a few things this week, so I decided to revisit my least favorite fable.

Content warning for some violent language and a metaphorical description of intrusive thoughts.

There once was a village that lived on the edge of the forest. For the most part, the village and the forest stayed separate: the people did not go into the forest, and the animals did not go into the village. But once in a while, a wolf would chance an encounter and sneak off in the dead of night with a prize hen or piglet. And that’s how the people knew there were wolves in the forest.

In the village there was a little boy who, like all the other little boys, was taught the danger of wolves—their sharp teeth, ferocious growl, their powerful paws. Killing Machines. “When you see a wolf,” the little boy’s parents said to him, “you run, and you call for help.”

One day the little boy was playing outside in the view of the forest. The sun was out, and a light breeze tousled his hair and rustled the tree branches. He heard this and looked to the forest. There, he saw wolves.

They were in front of him, with their bared fangs, flattened knife-shaped ears, and wild eyes. They growled low, and he saw them leap upon something. He heard the blood-curdling scream, the frenzied yips. He saw fangs sink into supple skin, eyes leering at him. He felt blood, the tear of flesh, but his body was fine.

The little boy then remembered himself. What do you do when you see wolves? You run.

“WOLVES!” the boy called, tripping over his feet towards the town square. “Help me! I see wolves!”

The village woke with a start. The people emerged from their homes, reaching for weapons or the nearest sharp object. They ran to protect the boy.

“Where?” they asked. “Where are they, boy? We’ll get them.”

The boy couldn't give an answer. Though he saw them, they were not here. Not where others could see.

He gestured wildly, tried to explain, but no one understood. They lowered their weapons in disappointment. There would be no wolf hunt today. But something had to be done about the boy.

“You are scaring him,” somebody said to the boy’s parents. “Filling his head with stories of wolves. No wonder he had a fright. Probably saw a shadow in the forest and ran.”

“Do not worry son,” his parents soothed. “There are no wolves here.”

“I know,” said the little boy. But even then he could see them, their red eyes piercing him as he clung tight to his mother's leg.

The next day, the boy was out playing and it happened again. There were the wolves, and in front of them they tore into flesh, drained blood, gouged eyes. The boy shut his own eyes, touched them to make sure they were still there. His eyes were fine, but even closed he could see the wolves. He screamed.

“HELP!” he cried once more.

“What is it?” the people called out.

“Wolves—I see them! Please, help me!” 

He pleaded so loudly that many members of the village did come out to find him—but not as many as the day before. They grabbed their torches and weapons and followed the sound of his screams to the edge of the village, where he was curled up in a ball with his hands over his eyes.

“There are no wolves here,” the people said. Some of them began to get very angry.

“I know,” said the boy. “But still I see them. I don’t know how to make them go away.”

The people did not know what to make of this. How could you see something that was not there? The boy must clearly be lying. Perhaps he was bored. Perhaps he wanted attention. There is no way he could be this scared. He had yet to even see a real wolf.

They left him there, still curled up and crying.

That night he could hear them howling. He cried and cried, but not even his parents came. They had said everything to be said already: you cannot live your life in fear of wolves. You must keep moving forward, and think of happier things. And so there in the dark, surrounded by them, the little boy willed himself to think of happier things, to chase the wolves away on his own. He exhausted himself doing so, and soon he passed out.

It was the same the next night, and the next. And the next. For years and years and years. Days and nights filled with the howling, the gnashing of teeth, the violent killing. But when he cried, no one came. No one believed him.

The little boy is now a young man. He has not spoken of wolves since he was a boy. But he still sees them, almost every night. It is hard to think of happier things when the wolves are right there. When they are in the room with you, even when you shut your eyes. When you can see them clearly even in the dark, feel their breath on the back of your neck.

But years of this have hardened the man. With cold eyes he picks up his spear, waves it about, and chases the wolves away himself. Then, exhausted, he lays down and goes to sleep, eyes and mind weary in a way that sleep cannot fix.

[okruchlodu]

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. — Geralt ( @xradiant )

Draped in white silks (drenched and slick from the heat that fills the room, rising from the bath she's taken not too long ago, sea water and salt, the sweet warmth of her perfume; the windows steam up and the room smells like a storm, as she uses her magic to vaporise the water that drips off her curls onto the floor; the sharp pang of ozone; lilac and gooseberries) — she does not lift her eyes from the book sprawled open upon her thighs when he stirs from where he's been sitting near the fire, whetting the blade of his sword. From the open window, a soft, dry breeze, fragrant with pine and saltwater, spills in, rustling the silks of her slip dress, the pages of her book (yellowed and made stiff with disuse). The Witcher near her says something— more grunting than voice — but she does not deign to acknowledge it, shutting her ire and frustration within an icy heart.

The fatigue caused by the day long journey from Tretogor to their inn somewhere in Novigrad, has made itself felt. Her mood is still quite sour, and she's spitefully refusing to relent. The wolf has pricked her with its fangs, gotten under her skin, stubborn, self-willed to a fault, exasperatingly mulish — she does not wish to further entertain his folly. She stretches out upon the chaise longue, proudly tosses a shock of rippling, gleaming raven curls off her shoulders, tossing the towel she's used to keep them dry aside without much care (it quite off handedly slaps the Witcher in the face, wet, still, and perfumed with her scent). Her violet eyes remain proud and expressionless, two shards of oval jewels, radiant, flashing with purple fire, strangely cold and menacing, even in their unyielding refusal to meet his once he commands it with his stride near her, so full of bold, purposeful intention.

Without so much as a glance, the sorceress is about to sternly ask him remove himself from her presence, his shadow blots out the light and she's reading, can he not see? Of course not, he's got his superiorly enhanced senses, how could he, the great white wolf deign to understand such trifling inconveniences, when he grabs at her face and captures her mouth in a kiss that violently thieves the breath from her lungs, and although she's ice and storm, the chill of winter under her skin, her lips are soft and inviting, sweet with lipstick. Yennefer gasps, a soft sound of surprise.

The book slips from her grasp, landing with a thud onto the floor. There is but a moment’s hesitation—enough time for her to recognize what is happening—before she leans into the kiss herself, unable to deny him. Her fingers find the collar of his shirt, and she demandingly pulls him nearer, leaving him chest to chest. Every touch of his lips and tongue now pouring feverish, wet kisses over the column of her neck, her mouth, her jaw, set a small fire that threatens to catch every inch of her body aflame. Yennefer draws back, her breath quickened, and violet eyes flash like lightning, seeking out his.   ❝my, the Witcher thinks he might somehow win my affections with a kiss... How sweet. ❞ Yennefer drawls breathlessly as he mouths at her neck, his breath tickling her skin; there’s an underlying threat in her tone, coy and teasing, despite her previous frustration with him, but her lips, too, are drawn into a smirk, tender exasperation blending with her need for him as she stares, violet eyes unyielding in their embrace. She pretends to push him away, eyes narrowing in accusation. Her dark head tilts to the side, violet eyes flashing a devious look, ❝perhaps he'd have better luck yet if he were less bolshy—mm... go... bring me something to drink, I need to cool off. ❞ She can no longer repress the taunting smile that erupts across soft, wonderfully narrow lips, and as he begins to pull away, she reaches up and forcefully pulls him right back to kiss his lips, her passion flaring, a heat that completely engulfs him;  she grasps at his jaw, anchoring his lips to hers, stealing his breath away before finally releasing him with a gentle push to his cheek to get him going. Gods. She can never stay mad at him long, not truly. He shall forever boast as her greatest and most damning weakness yet.

Somehow, she does not mind it.

@xradiant

[okruchlodu]

His voice, her name in his mouth alone is more than anything to leave her breathless.  She hangs over the edge of that precipice, simultaneously hungering for relief while also wishing to make this last as long as possible.  Then, she feels him press up against her.  Yennefer's back bows slightly while her head falls back.  Her legs instinctively spread, and her hands clutch at his throat even tighter.

She can feel the ache amid her own thighs, leading her to shift, hungering for some kind of friction, even as deep-red lips curl in triumph.  Her body is dappled with a light sheen of sweat and her perfume, sweet and wet on her throat, the swells of her breasts, the silk of her dark hair spilling around them like a mantle of silk, tickling his skin. Her violet eyes are dark, dividing their time between holding his amber gaze and becoming distracted by the close proximity of his lips.  His breath is warm against her mouth, pulling her back in before she can even think to stop herself. She grabs his hair with both hands and kisses him violently on the lips, sinking her teeth into them like a vampire. The medallion on his neck quivers against her cold skin, and she gasps.

Like a once-taut rope being cut from its perpetual suspension, she fervently presses herself to the hardness between his legs, breath spilling in sharp, wet gasps as she captures his mouth with hers again and again, as her hand furiously delves between them to grasp at the hard swell of him, offering up all her warm moistness for him to sheath himself in and gasping wetly at the feeling of him pressed to her core, and then he is where she wants him as she lets him sink inside of her, and she moves slowly against him, again and again until her whole body convulses with sensation, waves of intense pleasure radiating all the way up her back and down her legs within moments as he fills her.  ❝Geralt... ❞  a sharp, abrupt exhale,   ❝ I shall die– ❞  Yen cries through wet, shallow breaths, and digs her nails in the taut muscles of his shoulders, her lips seeking out his hungrily, her curls cascading over his neck and shoulders, tickling his skin. She does not move again, only gasps, only lowers her mouth to his ear, whispers,  ❝ show me how much you want me.❞  as one of her hands moves up the swell of his chest to fist a handful of his hair and draw his face closer to nip at his earlobe and the spot below it with her teeth and tongue, her breath billowing slick and hot between the curvy flesh of her mouth and his ear, the taste of his skin against her tongue sending an electric pulse of pleasure through her body that only makes her mouth’s attentions to the spot erratic and sloppy. Her other hand remains upon his throat, firmly holding him down even as she mewls into his ear, needing to move but refusing to do so; she wants to draw this out, wants to make him lose control: she loves unravelling him, like this: the sounds he makes, the desperation in his voice, how hard she can get him; there is just something hallowed about the image of a wolf sprawled out on his back, so susceptible to her wiles; a powerful, unyielding witcher is goaded so easily onto his back—far too eager to give in to the whims of his indulgent lover. Yennefer revels in it.

She licks a slow path from his ear down the column of his throat, still squeezing, sinks her teeth in the side of his neck, moaning as she allows the tiniest of movement, pressing herself harder onto him as though they could somehow get any closer, have him any deeper that she's already gotten him. It isn't long before these hot, open-mouthed kisses intensify even further. Her teeth nip harder, biting down with enough intent that surely there'll be a mark upon his throat come the morning.

@taleswritten

@okruchlodu sent throat . ( to choke him during intimacy ) combined with beg . ( to make him beg . ) for Geralt.

NSFT PROMPTS||hella accepting

If there is anyone he'd trust with this, it would be Yennefer. He trusts her more than anything in the world and with those hands around his throat, he still feels safe. Even as she applies pressure and cuts off his air supply a little that has his body acts instincitvly with a gasp.

He does not fight it, however.

With her straddled on top of him, looking like she does in all her naked beauty, it is becoming increasingly hard to not beg. His hands run over her thighs, up her back, before settling on her hips.

If she wants to tease him, he will do the same by refusing to touch the parts of her that she certainly most likely wants to be touched.

Feline eyes are constricted with his lust, golden eyes seeming even brighter with the lust he feels. He is hard, incredibly so, and aches to be touched. It must be very obvious to her, too, with the way he's pressed up against her and trying to resist rolling his hips.

Beg.

She tells him to beg and fuck, Geralt's ready to shove aside his pride by now. He wants her so badly that he'll do almost anything for her at this point - including beg.

"Yen. Please." A breathless gasping plea. It's as good as she'll get. Right now, at least.

[notgraceful4]

Kusuo Saiki, Rikki Nendou, Aren Kuboyasu, Shun Kaidou, Saiko Metori, Akechi Touma, Hairo Kineshi, Reita Toritsuka and Kusuke Saiki x reader who gets catcalled in front of them:

KUSUO SAIKI:

* Already knows when there about to say something inappropriate

* So he’s already prepared for it

* When you guys are walking down the streets next to each other

* He starts to slow down a little, so he’s one step behind you

* So when the people are about to open there mouths

* “Woah, look at that-

* “Ow, what was that”

* Saiki flicks some pebbles he finds on the ground using his powers to hit them in the face

* Before they can even finish there sentence

* Then he returns back to his place next to you

* If you ask him about what just happened he will deny it

* And carry on walking.

RIKKI NENDOU:

* You and Nendou are on your way to get ramen

* When some people wolf whistle at you

* It makes you feel uncomfortable and anyway could tell by your face

* Well not Nendou he looks down at you and asks:

* “Are you ok buddy”

* “You look like you need to poop”

* Yeah he doesn’t understand why you look uncomfortable

* Until you tell him that those people over there just made me uncomfortable is all

* Then he’s straight over there like:

* “HEY, what did you jerks say to my s/o”

* There about to mouth off until they look up at his face

* They end up running for the hills

* And Nendou turns around and looks at you confused and says

* “Huh, where did they go.”

AREN KUBOYASU:

* You guys are on your way to meet up with the others at cafe mami

* Your all happy and excited

* Until some jerks make an inappropriate comment

* “ Look at that fine piece of ass”

* He’s never turned around, so fast

* “Want to say that again punk”

* He’s storming up to them picking up a stop sign

* If you look up there’s punctuation surrounding his head

* The jerks are wetting themselves

* Aren’s a scary dude

* The jerks just shout an “Were sorry”

* And run away screaming

* While Aren comes back up to you making sure your ok

* What he just did may have been very delinquent like

* But if it means protecting you he can afford going back to his delinquent ways for one day.

SHUN KAIDOU:

* He’s talking to you about how you should be careful of dark reunion

* Then some people shout

* “How about you ditch that loser and come hang with us, we can show you a good time”

* Kaidou can tell you look really uncomfortable

* “Hey, leave her alone”

* Cue JUDGEMENT KNIGHTS OF THUNDER

* “What are you gonna do about it dweeb?”

* Ends up punching them, it’s not very affective though

* “That tickles”

* He ends up screaming and grabs your arm running away with you

* He’s slightly embarrassed and tells you that his power was sealed, so he couldn’t do a more affective punch

* You still appreciate his efforts though.

SAIKO METORI:

* Usually you and Saiko take his limo when going places

* But today you wanted to walk, so after a lot of convincing here you both are

* When some random plebs make some off handed comment he’s quick to take action

* All he does is make some hand sign

* And his bodyguards are quick to reprimand them

* They will also get violent if asked or necessary

* He then asks you if you would like to stop walking

* I’d you say yes he calls is limo and tells them they better be here in no less than 4 minutes or there fired

* If you do decide to carry on walking he’s staying close to your side and requests a few more bodyguards

* He doesn’t want some plebs thinking they can say things like that to you

* Especially if it makes you uncomfortable.

AKECHI TOUMA:

* He’s rambling on about something that happened to him today

* When this person shouts at you saying

* “How about some fun tonight”

* Akechi is straight into this persons face giving them a whole talk

* “I mean it depends what kind of fun”

* “On the one hand you could be taking them too the movies that’s pretty fun”

* “Although it depends on the type of movie”

* “If the movies bad it could ruin the whole experience”

* “And also what if you get popcorn and you choke on a piece that could be really bad and ruin the whole night”

* “But if it goes smoothly it could-

* “Ok, I get it” the person ends up running off from him talking too much

* He smirks proud that his plan worked

* “I knew that would scare them off.”

HAIRO KINESHI:

* You guys are in the park doing some stretches when you bend over to touch your toes

* Someone says “How about you come over here and show me if your flexible in other ways”

* Hairo goes up to them and shouts

* “Come on, that was unnecessary”

* “You should put that enthusiasm into something else”

* “Come on, I believe in you, I want you to put some passion into a better hobby than this”

* “Show me your drive”

* “Let’s do some squats together”

* “I’m sorry man, I don’t need-“

* “NO EXCUSES, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR PASSION GET INTO THIS”

* Person ends up doing some squats with Hairo

* While Hairo is giving them a lecture on how they shouldn’t say things like that in the future.

REITA TORITSUKA:

* When someone says a offhanded comment to you

* Toritsuka is stuck he doesn’t know what to do

* Since he doesn’t want anything bad to happen because he’s not the strongest

* And if it comes to a confrontation he will struggle to protect you

* Tries to ask Saiki for help through his mind

* If Saiki doesn’t respond

* Will ask a ghost who has fighting experience to control his body

* And give the person a punch to the face

* No one messes with his s/o

* It’s also a bonus when you give him some praise after for sticking up for you.

KUSUKE SAIKI:

* Kusuke is another one that can tell when someone is about to say something

* So when your walking past the person before he can say anything Kusuke’s like:

* “Let me stop you there (insert insensitive comment here)”

* Ends up getting into this persons head making them run away crying

* When you ask him why did he do that

* Makes up some lie about how he and that person are friends

* And that it was just playful teasing with each other

* Then he wraps an arm around you

* “Right, shall we start heading back then”

* “It’s getting late.”

[enemiesandlovers]

The Devil’s Hour

Part 2

Pairing: dark!Matt Murdock x female reader (no use of y/n).

Word count: 1K words.

Tags/Warnings: Fear, violence, slight non-con touching, intrusive thoughts (please tell me if I forgot to tag something!)

Summary: You represent a problem the Devil has to deal with.

A/N: First time writing here! English is not my first language, I try not to make grammatical mistakes, but if you see any is because of that. Feedback is appreciated.

You couldn’t say he didn’t warn you.

Everything was going as expected with his client until you appeared.

Of course he recognized you.

You, with your bright smile, confidence, and ambition; speaking on your client’s behalf. 

Smart.

Steady.

An inconvenience.

Matt whispered your name while dropping the earphones he was using, all the words of his research about you and your past cases flooding his brain.

His fingers ran across the open page of bible on the table, the memorized verse working as a remembrance. If there was anything he hated the most it was a wolf walking in lamb's skin, and right now you were the worst of all.

The moment your voice echoed in his ears that very first day he knew you were going to be a problem. A problem he would now have to deal with outside the courtroom before things would escalate the wrong way for him.

So he made his decision.

…

You were walking alone at night, a few blocks away from your apartment.

For someone so brilliant, you were also kind of stupid for risking yourself this way at the devil’s hour. Maybe it was all the confidence you held in yourself, he thought. The way you recklessly walked as if nothing bad could ever happen to you, like you were some kind of Hell's Kitchen’s royalty.

Untouchable.

This thought fueled a well-known feeling inside him.

He would show you.

…

That night the sky was starless, a few clouds surrounding the full luminous moon, the breeze of fresh air made you tremble. As if the night couldn’t feel more gloomy, you thought.

You were now just one block away from reaching home, thinking of rescheduling the date with your dentist for next week, when a strong pair of hands emerged from the shadows.

The surprise left you shocked at first until you reacted. You tried to scream, but a gloved hand shut your mouth while an arm held you from behind, carrying you inside the darkened alley.

You fought, you kicked, you tried to punch. Distress crawled inside your bones as you effortlessly kept trying to set yourself free, all cries dying at the rough fabric that scrapped your lips. Everything was pointless. The person holding you was strong, crushing your torso harder at your attempts to escape or even scream.

“Shhh,” his hot breath caressed your ear, the dark husky tone resonating in your head. “Stop trying to fight or I’ll give you a reason to lament it.”

To prove his point, he tightened his grip. You shook your eyes in pain as you nodded furiously, thinking of all the bruises he was leaving across your body.

“If you scream, you’re not getting out of here.”

A flash of your lifeless body abandoned in that dirty alley came to your mind. You repeated the nod, fighting the tears that were about to roll down your eyes as his grasp on you lost its strength but remained to hold you straight, preventing you from collapsing. His gloved hand abandoned your mouth and began tracing a slow pattern on your skin, starting from your lips, descending to your chin, and ending in your throat only to grab it lightly as a reminder of who was in charge.

You could feel your chest tighten as well as your erratic heart hammering in your ears. A superficial layer of sweat started to cover your body when involuntary violent scenarios began to rush through your head.

“Listen to me carefully, sweetheart,” his lips met your earlobe while massaging the soft and vulnerable skin of your throat, one fingertip caressing the aortic artery. A shiver ran down your spine at the juxtaposition between the sweet words meeting your ears along with his gentle touch and the obvious threat beneath the later actions. “You’re gonna drop the case you're working on, I'm sure you know which I'm talking about. Call your client tomorrow morning and say you can’t continue, do you understand?”

You nodded again, terror shaking through your bones.

“Ah-ah,” he chuckled. His hand squeezed your throat and his thumb faintly ran across your lower lip before descending again. “Use that pretty mouth of yours. Do you understand?”

“I- I,” your voice was hoarse. “I do, I understand.”

At the moment the words left your mouth he swapped your positions. You closed your eyes when your back hit the brick wall of the alley, a sudden burst of pain striking your shoulder blades and neck. Your breath started coming in shallow gasps as your eyelids gradually opened, giving you the chance to finally face your aggressor.

He was wearing black clothes, a mask covered the top of his face, only red lips and stubble left visible. You registered all of him in seconds feeling the fierce pounding of your heart as you realized who and how dangerous he was.

The man in the mask, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

His hand captured your chin as he got closer, lips just a few inches away for yours. When he opened his mouth to talk you could feel your desperate breath mixing with his threatening one.

“This is your first and only warning, do otherwise and you’ll regret it.”

That was the last thing he told you before disappearing into the shadows, leaving you alone.

You swallowed and pressed the palm of your hands against the wall, desperate to feel the contact of something solid against your skin before you could faint due to the high adrenaline in your system. Taking one breath followed by another, you hurried out of the alley, lifting the purse you didn't even notice had fallen and running away to your apartment.

Once the door shut closed you collapsed onto your knees. Your shaky hand covered your mouth trying to calm the sobs, salty tears now freely falling down your cheeks in the aftermath of the initial shock.

You could still feel the touch of the Devil lingering on your skin, his words replaying in your head without knowing he was closer than you thought, listening to all your inconsolable cries.

[echo-echo31]

Ask: I was brainrotting about werewolf!heehoo a few hours ago and now you've worsen my brainrot please I wanna just wanna have him pin me to the ground and do whatever he wants with me

Hunting Season | Werewolf!Heehoo x GN!Y/N

Warnings: NSFW, predator/prey vibes, unsafe sex, slight non-con

You'd been told not to go into the forest.

To be honest, you'd thought the warning ridiculous. Spoken in a heavy country accent by the neighbourhood doomsayer like a scene out of American Werewolf in London. The whole thing had been so utterly theatrical that you couldn't help but scoff and walk away, convinced it was all a fantasy.

Now though, it was very, very real.

You're running through branches and leaves, mud squelching and making your steps unsteady as you move through the darkness, breath pranting but legs refusing to let you stop. You couldn't stop. You couldn't let it get you.

Somewhere behind you, a high-pitched, blood stopping howl echoes. You have flashes of piercing yellow eyes and bone coloured claws, remembering what it is that's chasing you.

But your body isn't made for midnight hunts and your foot catches on a broken tree trunk, sending you violently falling to the ground. A sharp jolt of pain ricochets up your arms as you try to catch your fall, hands slipping in the damp ground.

Your groan of discomfort turns into a whimper of fear, as you hear the footsteps of the creature approach from behind you.

You're expecting a roar, a growl, and then the sound of the animal taking its meal. Instead, the sound that meets your ears is a soft kind of humming noise, followed by actual, human speech.

"Followed you, from the cave. You should not have been in Heehoo's cave,"

Your brain can't figure out if this is less or more of a threat, and so you stay paralysed, body hardly even daring to breathe.

Whatever is behind you gets closer, and you can feel it's their? body heat and breath as they seem to bend over you, sniffing at your back.

Your throat betrays a small sound of fear again, and that seems to enbolden it. You see the outline of hands with those sharp, inhuman claws land beside where you head is laying, before feeling someone nose at your neck, breathing in your scent deeply.

A groan fills your ears.

"Smell, so good. So good," It's definitely the deep baritone of a male, and he keeps repeating this like a mantra, getting closer to your body before you feel the warmth of a tounge lick a stripe up your neck.

Something happens then, a change in the chemical signals in your body that flows warmth downwards and changes your voice to a deeper noise, almost like a moan.

You screw you eyes shut because no, this is not happening. Your brain is just messing up the context you are not getting aroused by this.

But then you feel strong arms grip your shoulders and flip you over with little effort and you come face to face with your predator.

He's surprisingly human. Long hair reaching his shoulders and muscles reflecting the moonlight in such an erotic way that its almost funny. His eyes are yellow though, shining like they're live flames, burning in the night. Also he's naked. Very, very naked.

The man kneels down, placing his thighs on either side of your hips and pressing his weight down. Again, that warmth travels through you but you try to ignore it because you should be scared. This should be terrifying.

Despite this obvious fact, your gaze is transfixed on those wolf-like pupils as he brings his hand to your head, and shockingly gently brushes your hair from your face.

"You smell me too,"

He brings his upper body down to your face and you're sure this time he might actually go for the kill before he rests his cheek on your neck and rubs.

You have no explanation for what happens next, only that he smells like pine needles and rainstorms and warmth and safety and lust and you're grabbing onto his back, pulling him in closer without realising it.

The man moans into you and you feel the shifting of his hips and oh god yes, that's exactly what you want.

You begin to rock back up into him, earning you a snarling growl and teeth nipping at your neck and fuck that feels good, why does that feel so good?

You don't get time to investigate further, as he then thrusts into you with force and you're abruptly reminded that he's naked, and is very much aroused by this as much as you seem to be. You feel claws scratching at the fabric of your shorts and for some reason your mind can't connect the dots.

That is, until you moan into his shoulder, panting, as he positions himself with a primal precision and you feel the tip of his cock push into you.

"Argh, yes. That's good. Good for Heehoo,"

You realise in a moment of coherent thought that this must be his name but find yourself once again mindlessly rocking upwards when Heehoo pushes the rest of the way in, filling you in a unprepared haze of raw need.

You're both breathing heavily now, the sounds of the forest drowned out by your moans and the blood pumping in your ears.

At some point, Heehoo leans forward to bite at your collarbone and you keen, legs coming up to wrap around his strong, muscled body.

You know nothing apart from this. Apart from him, thrusting into you and pulling you apart, wanting nothing apart from to let him take you like an animal in heat.

His movements get faster, more errartic and you realise that he's going to cum inside you. This feral man with eyes like a wolf is going to fill you with his cum and fuck it into you and you have no shame left to keep your eyes from rolling at the thought.

Heehoo grunts once, twice, before you feel his warmth spill into you and the feeling makes you fall apart, tighs clenching and eyes screwing shut as you violently cum for him.

As you suspected, he doesn't stop rocking into you, milking his orgasm and growling single words like "take" and "full" into your skin.

Eventually, he does stop his movements, head coming to rest at your neck as he laps at it as if tending to a wound, letting out quiet whines like a wolf.

You lie there, unable to think properly or even comprehend what just happened and why it felt so good.

You feel him pull out, the loss of warmth almost painful against the freezing night air.

Heehoo places a hand on your cheek, turning your head to face him and once again take in his glowing eyes.

"Mine,"

He growls into the night, and it's right then your sane mind realises you're screwed.

[wymthatsillegal]

Hello! Can I request a Batman x vigilante!male reader fic? :0

I think it would be pretty cool if they’re like competitive at first, but then they become two gay idiots pining over one another :]

Anyways have a nice day!

New Gloves

Battinson x Male Reader

Contains: foul language, fighting, rooftop chases

Content Warnings: fighting?

Summary: You're a vigilante in Gotham, using the cover of your sick-ass Wolf mask (thanks to @kaine1888 for the idea) to beat some baddies up. Well, one night in the middle of a brawl you run into the one, the only, Batman.

No usage of Y / N

Word count: 1264

Author's Response: whats up tit sniper, awesome request!! i had tons of fun writing this, everything just fell together really easy so that was awesome. i tried to keep the reader's vigilante persona ambiguous still so it wasn't like an OC yfeel me, so i hope you like it!! enjoy!

asks are open >:)

Your fists bled underneath your thin gloves, you could feel the split skin over your knuckles beginning to stick to the fabric in your body's attempt to patch itself back together. "Fuck." You muttered under your breath, seeing another dark figure down the alleyway. "Considering how bad I fucked up your friends, I can only assume you like pain with the way you're approaching me." You called out into the alley, the figure freezing. You turned towards them, wiping blood from the snout of your wolf mask. "I don't know whether to thank you or not." Came the gruff voice, bass projecting off the brick walls. You dropped your fists, eyebrows furrowing before realizing you were standing before the Batman in the flesh.

"Ah, no worries, Mr. Vengeance. You don't gotta thank me for anything, I take it upon myself to do this stuff.  Caught these scum trying to rob this woman." You punctuated your words with a swift kick to the nearest guy, just for good measure. Batman had continued walking towards you, his ridiculously heavy boots crunching against the gravel. You studied the bat through the eye holes of your mask, eyeing his square close-shaven jaw and vivid red lips. He parted them to say something before setting his jaw and the sounds of shouting coming from behind you two. "Hey, look what they did to our boys!"

You gave them a wolfish grin, more like a baring of teeth really, your voice echoing down the small alleyway. "Hey, hey! I suggest you all just walk away, keep your heads down like you didn't see anything, no one has to get hurt!" You spread your arms, gesturing widely to the group of bodies groaning in pain on the damp concrete. (It was always fucking raining in Gotham) The Bat quietly eyed you and your tactics, taking note of your incredibly built figure that would be to any other person very intimidating. He thought your wolf mask was fitting to your physique, both giving the energy of a protective and strong character.

Sliding his gaze to the group of people approaching, he realized they wouldn't think the same of your stature and just charge. As if on cue, someone in the back yelled "Get them!", sending a group of about seven armed men your way. Bruce felt a chill go down his spine at the low laugh that ripped from your throat, him looking over at you again to see you stretching your arms and bouncing on the balls of your feet. "No killing." It came out a bit more breathy than The Bat had intended, eyes meeting yours as you turned to face him. "Oh don't worry, pretty boy, I don't kill. Just give them a little... oh what's the word-" Your hand shot out and smashed into the face of the nearest guy, his attempt to grab your shirt gone violently wrong. "Tough love." He scoffed at you, watching you stomp on the guy's head. "Tough alright..." He surged forward, obviously tired of the small talk.

Crunching a guy's head into the nearby wall, Batman took a hit to the cap before uppercutting the poor sucker, laying a few more blows on him when he hit the ground. Taking advantage of his crouched position, you hopped over him leap-frog style and threw your weight onto a guy about to put a bullet in your new friend, grabbing him by the collar and pulling his head into the weight of your knuckles. He cried out in pain when you dropped him, his head hitting the gravel. One guy remained, obviously the youngest one there with shaking limbs and the thinnest frame. "Get out of here." Came that husky voice from behind you again, taking you a little by surprise.

Batman didn't have to tell that kid twice with how quick he booked it out of there, almost tripping on the momentum of his running as he turned the corner. The second you two were alone you hissed, shaking your fists, the blood seeping through the fabric now. "You should get better gloves." You scoffed at him, "Tellin' me, Vengeance. And for the record, even in these shitty things I still kicked way more ass than you." At that he darkened (if that was further possible), a sigh coming out of his nose under the cowl. "Don't let me catch you out here again," He took your hand with surprising gentleness, long eyelashes fluttering as he looked over your knuckles. "It's obvious this is hurting you." You clicked your tongue at him, "If I knew any better, I'd say you're getting a little soft on me." He dropped your hand but still held it, staying close to you he almost inaudibly whispered "Do you?"

It had been a couple of weeks since your run-in with the famous Batman of Gotham City, who continued kicking ass in the night and then poof during the day. You had (obviously) not heeded his "warning" and were continuing your vigilante work, taking special care to look out for the infamous black cape before making a move.

Tonight though?

You made eye contact with him from across rooftops, blowing him a dramatic kiss before tossing your weight down a fire escape. He had begun to chase you, the sound of his grappling hook tearing through the air letting you know you were about to have company. Laughing into the night, you pushed your body forward, leaping off the rusting metal and onto the next building just as you felt the frame dip under his weight. You rolled and hit the rooftop of the building at a wonky angle, your ankle stinging a little as you continue your chase. It spoke for the other man's strength that he was able to relatively keep up with you even under all of his armor and equipment. You starting to try and fathom the idea of being weighed down by all that, but quickly realized you should've kept your head clear when you felt a hand grip yours, pulling you backward.

You used his created momentum to wrap your body around him, sliding behind him and wrapping your arm around his throat, not intending to cut off his air, just intimidate. He figured you would do this and pushed you into the wall behind you, knocking the wind out of your chest and shocking your muscles to give out. Using this opening he brought his hand to your throat, fingers not applying any pressure. You yelped out, breathing heavily and leaving your hands limp on either side of you. Smiling, you huffed out, "Long time, no see, Vengeance." He scowled at you, "It was supposed to stay like that. Why didn't you listen to me?" You snorted at him, "'Cmon, Bats. Do I look like the kind of guy to listen to a stranger in an alleyway?"

He paused for a moment, caught off guard. You used this opportunity to push against his hand, he let you get closer, both of you holding your breath. "I think you don't actually want me gone... no, I think you care about me." He exhaled shakily, "I-" You slid a strong hand gently over his eyes, taking your mask off to free your lips enough to kiss him. He made a surprised noise, instinctively shrinking away before warming into the contact. You broke away, smiling. Slipping the mask back over your features you gave him another one of those big smiles, taking your hand away.

"I'll be seeing you, Vengeance." And with a wink, you disappeared into the dark.

[bonny-kookoo]

Rabid (JJK x Reader) 🐾☁️💜🔞

🐺Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🐺Genre: A/B/O AU!, Werewolf AU!, Angst, romance, smut

🐺Warnings: alpha!kookers and his omega!reader, impreg kink, shifting, hybrid Au, werewolf Au, bangtan pack!, primal sex, biting, scratching, scenting, marking, knotting, size kink, strength kink, praise kink oh yes, protective boi kook, Jungkook asserting dominance smh, omega being the cute ball of soft cotton candy she is, fighting, blood, violence, injuries, best alpha doggo boi Jungkook, heart to heart convos, degrading names and not the kinky ones sadly, puppies, I repeat, puppies 🐶, omega!Jin, Omega!Taehyung, Beta Yoongi, Alpha Namjoon, alpha Hoseok, Beta Jimin, don’t worry Omega doesn’t automatically mean submissive oh boy Nop Nop, just read the damn thing it’ll make sense okay, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

🐺Summary: Jeon Jungkook and his Omega are a mates couple of Bangtan Pack. Recently, the sweet bubble they’ve created seems to grow weaker and weaker, as a feral pack attacks and kills wolfs left and right. Things take a dark turn, and for once, the big bad wolf is actually terrified. Terrified of loosing you.

A pack's life wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, or comfort and protection.

Bangtan pack had learned that the hard way months ago, when Namjoons ex Mate had been violently attacked and killed. He'd mourned quite a bit, even though she'd been unfaithful and had refused to accept her own pups, leaving them with him and his pack as she'd continued her unbound lifestyle. It had still hurt him deeply- yet it was a thing that happened.

He got over it.

And he was happy again these days, as he watched Taehyung and Jin play with his two pups, who still weren't old enough to shift into their human forms. They would stay like that for a while longer, and sometimes Namjoon caught himself wishing that they could just stay like that forever- without having to worry too much about their human sides like he and his pack had to. But it would happen eventually, and he hoped they would grow up to be just as respectful and caring as the rest of his pack was.

Taehyung and Jin were, together with Jungkooks Mate, the only omegas of the pack. While you were the only one who would bear her own pups in the future, Taehyung and Jin took on the roles of caring for his children. He was glad he had them with him- he was not fit to be an only-father due to his alpha side. "What're you thinking about?" Yoongi, the pack's Beta asked from the sidelines, coffee in hand as he watched Taehyung and Jin play with the youngest of the pack, letting the young pups claw and bite their fur without much resistance.

"I'm glad things are returning to normal." He explained, and Yoongi nodded, when Jungkook and you stepped in from your recent grocery shopping trip. Namjoon laughed as the two excited pups immediately yapped and stumbled towards you, making you kneel down to greet them properly. He caught Jungkooks soft gaze on you immediately, already knowing that he would turn out to be a great father and alpha for his own litter in the future. "Everything okay out there?" The Alpha asked Jungkook, who nodded, although not too confident.

"We caught some scents near the borders when we returned, but it wasn't too evident. They probably only want to provoke again." He sighed out as he took the other plastic bags you had discarded next to you, placing them on the kitchen counter and sitting on the couch, next to yoongi. "Do you want me to patrol again?" He asked his leader, as he'd turned quiet and a bit thoughtful at his comment.

"No." He said, and Yoongi furrowed his brows. "If they want to provoke, let them. I'm not biting the bait." He explained, and Jungkook nodded, before he turned his head, having heard you shift. Namjoons mind eased up a little as he watched you, Tae and Jin groom the pups, motherly instincts growing more and more these days. "She'll be a great mother." He hummed, and Jungkook grinned, as if the praise was sent towards him. In a sense it was, because even though Namjoon had talked about his mate, he could hear his alpha inside his head.

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ. ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ.

You slowly detached yourself from them after a moment, walking over to Jungkook as you placed your head onto his thigh, careful not to interrupt the discussion he currently held with Yoongi. Almost as if on instinct his hand placed itself onto your head, large palm running over your soft fur, making your ears droop to the side a little to give him more room for his affection.

ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴜs.

Even though you sometimes disagreed with your omega, she was right on most occasions. You've had some small trust issues before you'd met Jungkook, being raised with the warning that Omegas were easily taken advantage of, you were wary of anyone around you. He'd slowly brought you out of your shell however, with promises you knew he'd keep and lots of understanding, communication, and affection. Nowadays, he could kick you around like he wanted, if he wanted to- you would still wag your tail and seek his praise straight after.

It should scare you, but you knew he would never let you down like that. He'd never betray your trust like that. Your whole pack would keep you safe.

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ. ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀs sᴀғᴇ. ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ.

Your head slipped from his thigh for a second as you'd almost fallen asleep, making Jungkook chuckle and Namjoon snort. You shyly laid down at Jungkooks feet, before he patted the space next to him on the couch. "Come up baby, you don't have to lay on the ground." He said, and you jumped up on the couch, halfway laying on his lap as he continued his talk, his voice lulling you to sleep.

"Hmm.. so sweet." He humms against your neck, as you slowly wake up. His hands are already running over your naked stomach, upwards to cup your chest in his palm, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin underneath his fingers. His eyes are still closed, and he only rumbles out something that almost sounds like a purr every now and then as his lips curl into a lazy but content smile, his nose burying itself into your neck where your scent is strongest. He opens his mouth to run his canines along the skin, before leaving an open mouthed kiss there, making you squirm around a bit in his hold. He moves his legs to cage yours in, as he chuckles when you whine against him. "So soft.. so warm.." He muses, still not quite awake yet you notice as your own body still fights the clouds of sleep as well.

sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ.

His alpha humms pleased inside his head, happy to have you close to him, satisfied to know you're in his arms. This is where he knows you're safe, where he knows nothing could happen to you.

He squeezes your breast a bit harder, before his thumb moves over your nipple, his deep brown eyes opening a crack to see your form next to him, relaxed and comfortable in his hold, and he feels proud. You're letting him see you so vulnerable, so bare of any form of guard up, you let him guide you however he feels fit for you, and his heart swells as your hands reach for his skin, desperate to feel him close, even though you already are. The times you felt self-conscious and shy at the mere fact you were naked were long gone by now. You felt comfortable around him, enough to know your bond is one without judgement. His eyes lock onto the bite mark still present on your neck, a prominent sign he carried as well, like a wedding band for humans, but way more final than that. It was as if he could see his future with you in the scar on your skin, and he loved every bit of it.

You suddenly playfully bite after his hand which tried to move some hair out of your face, and his eyes widen a bit at the gesture, making you open yours as well. The teasing glint awakes something inside him as you suddenly wiggle your legs around, trying to get on top of him as he grins, locking your legs with his as you whine, pushing at his chest as he chuckles. He grabs your wrist and tries to pin it down as you suddenly move your face to the side, nipping at his fingers without the intention to bite. "Hm, you wanna play?" He asks amused when you duck out of his grasp, only getting as far as laying your stomach over his side, legs still tightly interlocked with his. You claw at his back and he hisses for a moment, yet he doesnt seem mad about it at all as he moves his leg, giving you freedom. For a moment.

Before you can make it out of the bed he grabs your upper arm, pulling you against his chest as you hit his shoulder with the back of your head, now genuinely whining in frustration as he simply laughs. You struggle in his hold, uncaring of both of your nudeness and the way his prominent erection was poking against your lower back. You reach your arms over your head, trying to catch his skin with your fingers to claw at it, yet it only turns into your own demise as he simply raises his arm as well, palm easily catching your wrists and holding them above your head as his nose nuzzles against your neck teasingly.

You grin as he kisses and licks at your bonding mark, happily giving up your fight at this display of affection.

He finally moved around after throwing you backwards on the bed again, towering over your form as he roughly manhandles you around so you are placed on your stomach, before pulling your hips up, making you mewl as you instinctively present to him, making him groan as he leans down, his chest against your back as you could feel his erection between your legs. His hand reaches for your center, chest vibrating against your back as he humms approvingly when his fingers find you already wet and ready for him.

ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴏʀ ᴜs. His alpha cooes. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ.

Jungkook lets his hand move a bit over your lower lips until he deems you prepared enough. His hand pumps his waiting length for a second, before he enters you quite roughly, sighing at the feeling of your warm walls around him. You felt like home, like comfort, like a safe space that only belonged to him.

ʙɪᴛᴇ. ʙɪᴛᴇ. ʙɪᴛᴇ.

He leans down his head, takes the skin of your neck between his teeth as he bites, before letting go, and repeating that action over and over again until he huffs against your skin in hot breaths. His one arm is hooked underneath your lower belly to keep you snug against him and positioned properly, while his other grabs at your chest roughly, making you mewl as he grunts, every thrust of his hips shaking your body a bit. You try to get up on your arms in front of him, as he suddenly leaves your breasts alone, instead grabbing the back of your neck before he pushes you into the pillows below, careful to let you breathe as you move your face to the side, blissed out expression showing him to keep going. His alpha slowly takes over, moves more to the surface as his voice is rough, low. You're not scared of him, however. You know, just like Jungkook, his alpha would never hurt you. Your Omega bathes in the praise he gives you, making you whine and gasp out when he suddenly slows down his pace, instead thrusting with more force and deeper into you as the sound of skin against skin echoes in the room.

"So warm.. So sweet.. So submissive.." He rumbles out as he mouthes at your shoulder, hot breath making your skin tingle as you grasp the sheets below you, your high slowly reaching its peak as he cooes. "Are you gonna cum little omega? Cum for your alpha?" He asks, and you simply not, drowsy mind having a hard time answering as he suddenly yanks at your hair, stopping everything for a moment as he keeps your head up, his face close to yours as he growls out. "I asked you a question Omega." He grits out. "You wanna play more little one?" He asks amused as you simply rut against his hips, making him growl as he picks up where he left off, his pace relentless as he chases his end, noticing the way you start to clench around him, needing him, wanting him, craving him just as much as he does.

"A-Alpha!" You groan out as you cum, and he bites down hard where your bonding mark lays, grunting out as he still thrusts without much rhythm, until you feel his warmth flood your walls. He sighes out, slowly growing lip against your back as his knot swells up, making you whine while he hushes you, moving a bit, careful not to pull too much as he spoons you, mouthing, licking, and kissing your neck and shoulder as your breathing calms down slowly. This is how you know Jungkook is back, the way he carefully moves the covers back over your bodies since he knows you get cold easily after sex, and the way he just.. doesnt say anything. He doesn't need to.

"Hm.. I can't wait for you to be filled with my pups." He humms out dreamily, drowsy and close to sleep. "All round and glowing. M' gonna protect you so well baby, gonna keep you safe and sound." He muses, and you nod, happily humming as your omega inside you rolls around in satisfaction.

ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴜs. ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ʜɪs ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴜs.

He kisses the back of your neck one last time before he settles for another round of sleep.

"I don't feel good." You said at dinner once, and Jungkook immediately perked up at that.

"What do you mean? Are you sick?" He stressed, his overprotective nature coming to the surface as you scratched your neck, sheepishly shaking your head.

"No no, its not that!" You reassured him, before looking at Namjoon. "I mean, the entire situation. I know it's calm these days, but I don't know.." You admitted, and Jin placed a reassuring hand on your back.

"I get it. I guess it is a little weird." He said, and looked at Namjoon, who seemed in thought about the entire situation. Things have calmed down over the last few days, however, that was no reason to breathe out in relief. Things just calmed down so sudden and without any cause, that it made you feel as if something was off. It wasn't just you who felt like that but the entire pack, you knew this.

"We'll keep you safe either way." Jungkook promised from across you, and you nodded, continuing your dinner.

Things did not turn out well.

When you smelled the intruders, Jungkook had already gotten up from his spot in the front yard of your home in the woods, together with Namjoon and Hoseok already looking out for anyone getting close. It happened suddenly, when Yoongi shouted, shifting immediately as a wolf attacked from the sides.

The rest was utter chaos.

Everyone, you included, shifted into wolf forms, biting and clawing away at the strangers who seemed to snicker and laugh at everything going on. It was as if it was a game to them, as if they were playing- yet there was nothing playful in their nature, as they bit hard on Hoseoks leg, making him yelp as Taehyung jumped to help him. You were no fighter, so you did the only thing rational to you.

You immediately went inside, grabbing the first pup by his neck before you carried him underneath the stairs, rushing into the living room to get the other.

ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴘᴜᴘs sᴀғᴇ. ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘs.

Your omega was just as shaken as you were as you curled up around them, trying to soothe them the best you could as something crashed in the living room, heavy paws making its way towards you. You immediately positioned yourself in front of the terrified kids, which have scrambled into the smallest corner of the storage space under the stairs. Growling menacingly you tried to appear fearless in front of the dark grey wolf in front of you, who simply snapped its jaws at you. You ducked away from him, before you snapped at his leg, biting down hard before he managed to get a grip on your neck. You yelped as his teeth broke skin, but couldn't utter a sound as he pulled and pulled on your scruff, loosing grip before he bit again, another wound forming as you tried to desperately get out of his hold.

Another wolf joined in through the broken window in the kitchen, yapping like an excited hyena at the view of your fighting as he joined in, nipping and pushing you around with amusement as you tried to get them off of you, or at least keep their attention on you for as long as possible, so they wouldn't hurt the youngest.

The first wolf simply threw you down as you again bit his leg, tasting iron on your tongue as the stranger clawed at your backleg, biting and bruising skin as his teeth pulled mouthsfull of fur away from your body. The tufts of softness flew around in the air around you like feathers in a mere pillowfight, yet there was nothing sweet and innocent about this. You yelped out again, loudly, as you felt the skin around your backleg rip between the jaws of the stranger, making you immobile as the strangers suddenly decided to let you be, loosing their fun in you. You took this chance to scramble back to the terrified puppies, hiding them as you weakly curled up around them, your back facing away from them as they shivered, hiding underneath your bloody fur in desperate need of warmth and comfort. You wished you could soothe them, but you couldn't lift your head, blood sticky underneath your body as you tried to stay awake.

They snarl something along the lines of 'leaving the alphas bitch' alone, as they snicker outside, making you feel even worse than you did before.

You knew that Jungkook saw you as more than a mere Omega meant to please him and raise his offspring. You knew that he wasn't blinded by his instincts, and even if he was, his alpha was such a sweet existence which fit your own omega so well that it sometimes made you cry. You fall into a slumber, a vision of your past consuming you whole, as if to comfort your broken body.

"..y. Baby?" He asks you, as your head snaps up from where it rested on your palm. He smiles at you with slight worry, as he points at your pancakes in front of you. "Your food's getting cold baby." He says, and you blush as you look down at your plate, barely touched at all.

sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ!

He sighed in front of you, moving the plate towards him as he cuts a piece, holding the fork towards you with an almost teasing grin. "Looks like I'm gonna have to feed you the old fashioned way." He says, and you take the bite as he grins his signature bunny smile. It makes him look so soft and happy, the way his eyes crinkle at the sides and his nose scrunches up. "Can't have my baby starve." He continues, as he cuts another piece. His alpha is weirdly happy about the situation.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ғᴇᴅ. ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ.

He hates to do it, but he knows its necessary. "Whats on your mind?" He asks, and he visibly sees your shoulders slump down, as if he'd just taken your favorite book away. "I can see something is troubling you. Please talk to me." He asks. I want to help you, he wants to say, but he keeps it at his words as you slowly take a deep breath.

"They're saying things about me." You start, as he frowns.

"What things?" He asks, voice now a bit more serious. He knows who 'they' are- he knows that you talk about your classmates. He hates to see you being bullied, yet it happens, and you had told him again and again that he can't interfere, not so close to your graduation. You just want things to be done with.

"You're not gonna like 'em." You start, and he nods.

"Probably not. I promise I'm not gonna set your school on fire. But you need to talk to someone about it, and if not me than maybe Jin or Tae-" He continues, until you cut him off.

"Whore." You start, as his eyes widen. It seems as if he's frozen in time for a moment, before his gaze is on you again. "They.. they say I'm.. that you only keep me around because-" You try not to get too riled up as you recall their words. "-because I'm an omega thats good to fuck. Because I'm brainless, and the brainless ones are the best because they don't talk back and just choke on-" Jungkook cuts you off as he holds your hand.

"Stop." He mutters, and you simply look at the wooden table of the small restaurant you both are sitting in, as he sighes. "You're so much more to me than your body." He explains, and you melt under his gaze. "You're my mate, my partner for life, you're the part of my soul I didn't even knew I was missing." He continues, as he holds out another piece of sweetness in front of your lips, as your teary eyes gaze at him. "Their words mean nothing, okay? I love you. And only you." He says, as you take the bite from him. "You could ban me from your vagina for the next years to come and I'd still love you." He mutters playfully, as your cheeks redden.

You really do feel loved.

Jungkook had heard your first yelp loud and clear, and it threw him so off guard that he lost focus for a moment, giving a wolf opportunity to jump up on him. He fought him off with a bit of effort, trying to get inside the house as he became more and more desperate as your cries reached his sensitive ears, making him grown more and more feral in his state of mind.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴜʀᴛ! ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪs ɪɴ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ! ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ!

His alpha is restless, pretty much yells into his ears and he swore he would, he swore he would get to you but he couldn't. There were too many.

After a moment of seemingly endless fighting, Namjoon snaps the neck of another alphawolf, successfully ending the attack as the rest of the rogue pack leaves with whines and tails between their legs. Jungkook breathes for a moment, before a certain smell reaches his nose. He locks eyes with Namjoon, who had seemingly noticed it as well, before the big black wolf dashed into the house, stopping dead in his tracks at the scene of the trashed living room and open kitchen, blood and fur scattered around as the irony smell gets almost too much for his sensitive nose.

He can't see you, however.

Your blood and fur show him that you didn't hide successfully, and his heart races as he walks through the mess that is the main space of the house, before his ears catch the whimpering of pups.

There, underneath the stairs in the corner you're laying down. Your back is facing him, blood and saliva staining your fur, as you barely breathe. The pups, smelling the familiar pack, scramble out from underneath your paws, crawling over your body as they rush towards their father, who eagerly inspects them immediately. Jungkook has absolute tunnel vision in that moment however, as he noticed your lack of movement.

He's moving on pure instinct at this point, delicately grabbing your scruff as he carefully pulls you out of your hiding space, but not fully out in the open. He whines and whimpers at your form, limply laying on the ground as you barely breathe, making him restless as he walks from one side to the other, unsure what to do. His mind is in a frenzy, alpha going crazy, as he nudges you every now and then with his snout, silently begging you to get up. He gets pulled away from this however, when he noticed Jin walking towards him. He knows he's no threat. He knows he's pack. But he's not himself in that moment.

ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ. ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ. ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ.

His alpha growls at him, and he does the same, as he scrambles to stand above your form, tail standing diagonal being him as his ears tall as he growls out low and dangerously, for the first time actually showing intention to attack his own brothers. Jin stays still as everyone watches from their spots, witnessing for the first time how their pack member turns against them.

'Jungkook-' Jin tries to communicate, but the younger alpha continues to growl, feet never standing still as he seems restless. As if he doesn't know what to do. He looks like a young wolf in that moment, scared, confused, and painfully upset. His smell is bitter and strong, sending of a warning to everyone in the room as his ears start to slowly droop.

'Protect. I have to protect. Don't- don't come here-!' he sends off, tail slowly moving downwards as he starts to feel the exhaustion in his bones. He slowly but surely moves around again on weak legs, laying down close to you as he leans his front legs over your body, licking your fur as if that would magically heal you.

'Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!' He chants over and over again, every word growing more and more high pitched and choked up as Taehyung lays down in sadness, feeling his brothers emotions full force, as well as everyone else who can't do anything but watch the young alpha fall apart. 'wake up..' he begs, burying his face into your bloody fur as he finally gives in. 'Please.. don't leave me.' are his last words, as his mind fades.

Jin is quick to shift, as well as Namjoon and Yoongi, who immediately move the larger and heavier wolf off of you, before Taehyung can take you away with Hoseok. Jungkook slowly shifts back unconsciously as they lay him on the couch, no one having enough energy to bring him upstairs. Jin tends to his wounds as Taehyung and Hoseok bring you up the stairs into yours and Jungkooks room, as you slowly shift, making Taehyung gasp as he now sees the extend of your injuries.

There are cuts and puncture wounds all over your skin, scratches and bruises already blossoming. Your leg is the worst, open flesh gaping as he has to swallow, telling Hoseok what he needs in order to tend to your injuries.

Moments later, Jin steps into the room as well, helping his younger omega brother to care for you the best that they could before an actual doctor could take a look at you tomorrow.

"She'd told us something was off." Namjoon said with his head hanging low, arms scratched and bleeding as he watches from the doorway. "I should've listened to her." He continues, before Jin cuts in, not looking at his alpha as he continues to wash you gently.

"Self-pity won't help anyone in this situation now, Namjoon." He says, no real bite in his tone as he keeps his voice gentle, exhaustion evident however. Taehyung helps him wring out the wet cloth he's using to clean your skin, as he continues. "Things happened, and now we have to deal with the aftermath. We'll get through this, but only if we don't loose our heads over this." He explaines, the image of the youngest alpha not leaving his mind. "It's bad enough we have two of us down- her and Jungkook." He explains, as Taehyung voices his worries as well.

"Do you think he'll snap out of it?" He asks, as Namjoon chimes in.

"He has to." He says, and Jin turns around for the first time, lower lip bruised from a cut he'd received.

"Namjoon, don't be so harsh on the kid-" He starts, but gets cut off by his leader.

"He's not a kid anymore Jin. He's a full grown alpha that needs to get himself together." He argues, as Taehyung starts to defend his brother.

"No, he's a boy who almost lost his girl tonight, have some common sense!" He whines out, a low growl hinting in his tone that catches Namjoon off guard. Even Jin seems surprised. "We all accepted it when you grieved. So let him heal as well- you can't expect something like this to just go past him." He explains, as the alpha sighs.

"I'm a horrible leader, am I not?" He asks, and Jin smiles along with Tae as he answers.

"No." He answers, with a comforting gaze. "Because you listen to your pack. And the best leaders do exactly that. They listen to their pack, learn from their mistakes, and admit them if they happen." He humms, before opening his small kit to get out some cotton balls and desinfectant.

Namjoon simply nods, hoping that his oldest Omega is right.

Jungkook awakes rudely from his dreamless sleep as he finds himself on the living room couch, dressed in comfortable clothes. For a moment he hopes everything had been a dream, but his aching bones and the mild smell in the air tell differently. He sits up, noticing the now cleaned living room, and the window that had been fixed with wooden planes for now. He can smell the rain outside as Jin steps down the stairs, locking eyes with Jungkook who immediately scrambles up, rushing towards him. "Where is she? Is she okay? She's okay right? She's fine right?" He rushes out, and watches past the eldest as Jimin thanks a stranger in a white coat and familiar hospital clothing. He doesnt listen to anybody as he moves past them upstairs, almost tripping as he opens the door to see you asleep underneath your covers, a butterfly stitch above your eyebrow. His eyes glaze over as his mind begins to fog, his feet moving him as if on autopilot as he walks towards you, unconsciously shifting.

Jimin wants to scold him to leave you alone, but the doctor shakes his head. Jungkook is so careful that even Yoongi who has joined the scene seems surprised. He moves as if you're made out of eggshells as thin as paper, carefully placing himself next to you above the covers Head resting on your stomach as he simply relishes in the mere fact that you're breathing. He barely fits on the bed made for two humans, but everyone lets him.

Jimin softly closes the door, before everyone walks downstairs.

"Is there anything we can do to help him?" He asks the doctor as he puts on his shoes. He sighes.

"Not much, I'd say, let him be close to her. It would only make them both more anxious if you keep them apart from one another." He explains, as Jimin and Yoongi bid the man goodbye and a safe trip home. Closing the door, Jin sighs, sitting down in the living room after folding the blanket Jungkook had slept under. Namjoon walks into the room, his arm still bandaged as he asks about the mated couple.

"Is he okay?" He asks, knowing about your condition already. "I've never seen him like that." He humms out, and Jimin shrugs.

"I don't think anyone ever has." He exclaims, and Namjoon nods, before taking the blanket from jin.

He carefully walks upstairs, opening the door of their room as Jungkooks ears perk up, the rest of him unmoving. The older alpha smiles sympathetically at his younger brother, closing the door behind him as he slowly walks towards them both. "Is that okay?" He asks carefully, as Jungkook simply closes his eyes again, a silent way of agreeing him this close. He drapes the blanket over the large black wolf, careful to tuck you underneath it as well as he sits down on the mattress, close to your hip. "She's gonna be okay." He said, as he looked at your sleeping form, Jungkooks head lifting itself to reposition. He sighed out a breath as the alpha chuckled. "Don't get huffy now pup. She's a strong one." Jungkooks eyes move to look at the elder one, and he sees something in it that Namjoon has not seen many times. Fear.

Namjoons eyes turn gentle as he looks at you for a moment, before he humms out. "You did well."

When you walk downstairs, the entire kitchen grows silent, and you look up to see them all looking at you. Jungkook starts to choke on his food as he coughs, legs of the chair he is sitting on scraping on the tiles as he rushes towards you, carefully taking you into his arms as he holds you close. He breathes in your scent as he suddenly chokes up, violent sobs shaking his shoulders as he cries against your neck, tearfully kissing your bonding mark as you simply pet his head, smoothing out his hair as you try to calm him down. The rest of the pack has a similar expression on their faces, as Jin stands up to get another set of dishes and cutlery for you. Jungkook helps you down the last two steps as he leads you towards the kitchen table, uncaring of his still tear stained face. He sniffles, and Taehyung gives him a napkin with a teasing grin. He simply takes it, wiping his nose before he grabs at your hip, setting you onto his lap as you try to sit down on your chair.

He doesn't continue eating as he simple rests the side of his head against your shoulder, holding you close as he breathes in your scent. His alpha slowly calms down as you eat and move around, proving to him that you were actually there, that you were alive and well enough for now.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪs sᴀғᴇ.

You thank jin as he pours you a cup of tea, when you turn towards Namjoon. "How are the pups?" You ask, wondering where they are as Namjoon smiles proudly.

"They're safe, and asleep upstairs." He says, and you nod, taking a sip of the warm beverage. "Thank you, by the way." He says, and you raise your eyebrows. "You did very well Omega. They're only safe thanks to you, and I owe you everything for it." He grows serious as you chuckle.

"It's my part of the pack Namjoon." You explain as you pick up your cutlery to stuff some rice into your mouth that Jungkook didn't finish. "I did what I had to." He humms in appreciation, as Jungkook silently rubs his cheek against the fabric of your sweater, the scent sending him into a mindset of pure comfort. He doesn't listen to anything being said, and you simply rest a hand on his arms that held you close to him. He noticed how cold they are, and immediately scrambles a bit to remove his zip hoodie, uncaring that he's only wearing a T-Shirt underneath as he placed the warm fabric over your shoulders.

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɪs ᴄᴏʟᴅ. ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍ. ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀғᴇ.

You chuckle a bit at the gesture, and Taehyung does the same. "He's gonna be like that for quite a while I guess." Yoongi comments, eyes holding a soft look as he watches the young alpha with you.

Jimin smiles as well as he places some meat onto yours- or more like Jungkooks abandoned- plate which you thank him for. "Let him be. I can't imagine what he must've felt like." He says, as you nod, before taking another bite.

"Let's see how long it takes for Y/N to grow tired of that man-pup." Hoseok comments, making everyone snort but Jungkook, who lowly growls, without much seriousness behind him. It sounds more like.. he's offended. He looks over your shoulder at his pack, as they all start to laugh, you included.

The night is warm and cozy as Jungkook notices how you grow restless. You slowly gather pillows and sheets, blankets and clothing into the bed as he watches you tiredly. He wonders what you're doing for a moment, until he sniffs the air for a moment, eyes widening.

ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ.

His alpha is proud, and his soul swells as well as he helps you nest, holds you close as he can't stop his smile. His palm rests protectively over your stomach during this night, as his alpha howls in happiness.

ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ. ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜᴘs. ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

And Jungkook couldn't agree more with his alpha in that moment. He couldn't wait to complete his family.