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tteotlma · 10 days ago

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full of you

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werewolf! joel x reader 2.4k/w

TW: 18+ MDNI; nsfw, werewolf knotting, full moon sex, supernatural elements, rough sex, size kink, overstimulation, deep penetration, cock-drunkenness, fluid play (drool/slick/cum), consensual power dynamics, light choking, intense scent marking, possessive behavior, knotting/breeding kink, primal desperation, marking with teeth (non-breaking skin), manhandling, muscle worship, emotionally charged dominance, begging, praise kink, brief emotional vulnerability, post-orgasmic clinging, knot-induced lock-in, mild somnophilic undertones (reader too fucked out to respond), feral!Joel, soft aftercare in context of overstimulation

a/n: everybody say thank u shmeed!

Okay, imagine, but imagine werewolf Joel with a fat knot… It’s a full moon, so he’s a little—okay, a lot—worked up. You guys have been in bed for the better half of an hour at this point. The room reeked of sex, joel’s promise of opening the windows long gone, beads of sweat trailed down the side of his face while sweat pooled in the crevice of your collarbones.

“Fuck, that’s it baby.” Joel grunted. His hands were practically bruising your hips, his fingernails leaving crescent moon indents onto your plush skin. He had you on top of him (one of his many fave positions) legs spread on both sides of him. He’d currently been spending the last then minutes trying to get you to take his full cock but he’s only been able to get his tip past your tight hole despite the amount of precum that was leaking from the tip.

You couldn’t help it. It was just too good.

Once you’d feel the ridge of his penis slip through your folds the stretch would overwhelm you and you’d clench up causing Joel to hiss.

“Ah,” He jolted beneath you, as you rested your palms on his softened stomach. “You gotta relax, baby.” He would say through gritted teeth. You’d hum in response, your eyes clenched shut as his nails left light scrapes against your skin, your flesh molding beneath his command.

“I-I’m trying,” you’d hiccup, moan caught in your throat. Small whimpers left your lips as the burn of your thighs from holding yourself up above him was getting to you. The sting and stretch of it all wash pushing you to the edge. “But I can’t, I…” You clenched your thighs around your wrist, almost willing to crush his chest with your knees. You were close, your hands subconsciously tightened around the course curls beneath his belly button.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but that ain’t gonna happen,” he said, voice gruff. He quickly sat up, throwing you off balance while he placed a hand behind your head, and wrapped the other around your throat, “If you’re gonna come,” he pulls you close, breath on your lips. “You’re gonna come cause I stuffed you full of my cock.” Despite the desperation of it all, he lays you gently on your back before mounting you—not once letting his dick slip from your cunt. All you could do was mewl beneath the weight of his body. Tears filled your eyes.

“I tried,” you whined softly, “I really did.” You sniffed. You didn’t know why you were getting emotional, but it was probably out of frustration. Joel quickly moved his hand from your throat and brushed the hair out of your face. He shushed you, placing a small kiss on the corner of your lip.

“I know you did, baby,” he whispers, his thighs warm against the back of your legs. But I can’t have you do all the work, can I?” You shake your head softly, and he smiles, his teeth peeking through his lips.

He leans down to kiss you, as you throw your arms around him. His lips are soft and warm as they move against yours. His hands roam around your body, grabbing at your curves, and he squeezes particularly hard at the flesh of your thigh, causing you to whine into his mouth. He takes that opportunity to explore your mouth.

When his tongue enters your mouth, your breath hitches. One of the many indicators that Joel was teetering between the edge of lycanthropy and sentience was how his mouth flooded with saliva, and his teeth began to sharpen, aching like something beastly was trying to break through. You guys would never fight for dominance; instead, Joel would always deepen the kiss by putting a hand at the nape of your neck and pulling you close like he was minutes away from devouring you.

You never voiced this, but somehow, he found out that you liked the feel of tracing his sharpened canines against your tongue. At the same time, your hands would pull at the hair at the base of his neck, loving the way he grew rougher, heavier, more beast than man with every second. Animalistic.

“Plus,” he murmurs, pulling back, leaving a string of saliva between your lips, “we both know I like you better this way.” He slides out, dragging a moan from your throat, then flips you onto your stomach with ease. Suddenly, you're facing the end of the bed, heart racing.

Before you can even respond, he’s already lining the tip back up to your hole—then he pauses. Doesn’t move. You push up onto your elbows, glancing back at him, only to find his eyes fixed between your legs. He lowers himself, slowly, deliberately his large hands coming to spread your cheeks before he gently opens his mouth.

The tip of his tongue slips out, and a warm trail of saliva drips from it—falling onto your quaking cunt, sticky and slow, like he wants you to feel every drop. You let out a soft mewl, and he watches your pussy clench as his drool drips between your folds. A dark chuckle leaves his lips and he grabs at the base of his dick, sliding it between your newly soaked heat. A low grunt escaping his chest as his other hand grabs at your curves.

You subconsciously pull forward, away from him and he pulls you back slapping his cock against your cunt. Your body jolting with pleasure, each soft drag of his sac against your clit.

F-fuck, Joel,” you whimper, and he leans forward, pressing his hairy chest against your back, the heat of him anchoring you in place.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” he’d murmur, a smirk in his voice. His hand on the curve of your back slides up to your neck, guiding you down into the mattress as he presses a soft kiss to your bare shoulder. Once you were face down in the mattress, your voice muffled against the sheets, he wasted no time lining himself back up to your heat. His cock ached—so hard and swollen he barely had to touch your cunt to feel the pulse of need between you.

“Now, sit nice and pretty for me,” he growls, voice low and rough with restraint. He waits for your nod—barely—before landing a sharp smack to your ass, the sound echoing in the heat-thick air. His hand lingers, squeezing a fistful of flesh, watching it jiggle under his touch like he owns it. Then he drags the swollen head of his cock along your clit, slow and deliberate, and the sound you both make is animal—raw, guttural, hungry.

“Fuck, wolfie—” you whisper, breath hitching as he lines the tip up with your entrance. He slides in easily at first, until he reaches the thick ridge of his head, where your body resists with a trembling squeeze.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he groans, leaning into you, his chest pressed flush to your back. His voice is low in your ear. “I know you can take me.” One hand moves to sweep your hair away from your face, while the other wraps around you, fingers sliding down to find your heat, slow and certain. His middle finger hooks beneath your clit and you cry out, and he’s able to inch further.

“That’s it, good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, the scrape of his stubble grounding you. His fingers keep working you open, slow circles around your clit before pressing right onto it—pulling waves of pleasure from deep in your belly. It’s that flutter, that perfect tension, that lets him sink in deeper. With a grunt from him and a cry from you, the thick ridge of his cock finally slips past as your hand reachs out and clecnehs around the blanket beneath you.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, throwing his head back, mouth slack. “Good puppy.”

“S’big,” you drawl, breath hitching, your hands scrambling to grasp anything that might anchor you—anything to hold onto as sanity slips through your fingers.

Joel chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest, pressed firm against your back. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs,

“I know, baby. It’s too much, ain’t it? But you’re takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” Joel grits out, voice thick and breathless, his chest smothering your back as his fingers keep working your clit—slow, tight circles that make your cunt flutter around him, sucking him in deeper with every pass.

His thrusts are still shallow, still trying to be careful, but he’s struggling. You can feel it in the way his hips twitch, the way his cock throbs inside you like it’s begging to be buried to the hilt. And he doesn’t stop touching you, rubbing and teasing every slick, swollen part of you because he knows the more he makes you feel good, the more your body gives. The more you open up for him.

You’re losing it. Hands scrambling at the sheets, at the loose clothes, at your chest, absolutely anything to anchor you as the pleasure crests and crashes through you again and again. You’re gasping into the mattress when you glance up and see it—the moonlight spilling through the window, painting you both in silver-blue, catching the sweat and the way your bodies shine.

And Joel’s panting above you, gritting his teeth, chest heaving against your spine. He’s barely holding it together. You can feel it.

Your hand reaches back blindly, dragging along the hard line of his stomach, down to where his pelvis meets your ass—and then your fingers brush something hot, swollen, throbbing.

His knot.

He hisses, loud and sharp. “Baby—baby, don’t,” he groans, voice damn near cracking. You can feel him trembling, feel how bad he wants it—how close he is to losing the last thread of control.

And suddenly, it hits you: he’s been struggling just as much as you have. Maybe more.

You glance back, lips parted, breath ragged.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, voice shaky with want. “You can move. I can take it, Wolfie.”

That name alone almost makes him come.

You shift your hips, adjusting to take him deeper, your body sore and aching and drenched, but desperate for more. He growls low in his throat, hands grabbing your hips, tight enough to bruise.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Fuck—yes.”

He doesn’t wait. His lips fall to your back, kissing, biting, panting into your skin. Then he starts moving. Not gentle. Not restrained. Just raw, deep, hungry.

“God, yes—unh—so good,” he groans, fucking you harder now, his hips slapping against your ass, cock stretching you wide, the thick swell of his knot grinding harder with every thrust.

“Goddamn, this pussy—fuckin’ delicious, baby girl—fuck.”

His fingers are still playing with your clit, now rougher, sloppier, dragging the slick that’s escaped your hole around and teasing every tender spot like he’s trying to make you fall apart on purpose.

You’re a mess beneath him. “Fuck—fuck—yes, Joel—oh my god—so fuckin’ big—are you gonna come in me?” Your voice is wrecked, your legs shaking, drool on your lips, and tears in your eyes.

“Yes, baby—fuck yes—I’m gonna come,” he growls, rutting into you like he’s lost his mind.

“This pussy’s so goddamn perfect—I can feel you every fuckin’ time I thrust—tight little thing, takin’ it all.”

“Yes—yes alpha’s in my guts—fuck—so deep—”

“Yeah, baby—puppy’s gonna make me come—fuck—”

“Come in me, Joel, please—I can take it—I can whatever you give me, Wolfie!”

“Yeah, you can, baby.”

He grabs your hips hard, fingers digging into your flesh like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, and yanks you back into him with a brutal, unforgiving snap. The momentum lifts your knees partway off the bed, toes barely grazing the sheets as he slams forward, rutting deep with a single, savage thrust.

That’s when you feel His knot—fat, swollen, pulsing— forces its way in with a filthy, wet squelch, your cunt stretching wide around the thick mass of him. It burns and splits, a slick, obscene pressure that makes your back arch and your jaw drop, but your body takes it. Fucks itself open around it. Locks him in.

Your scream catches on the edge of your breath, stuck somewhere between a sob and a moan as your entire body seizes. Your pussy clenches down in frantic, desperate spasms, locking around him like it’s never going to let him go milking, twitching, sucking at him so tight it’s like your body is begging to be filled again and again.

You're trembling, gushing, mouth falling open with a silent cry as pleasure rips through you like lightning, all heat and sharp-edged need.

“I’m coming—I’m coming—fuck—I’m coming—Joel!”

And that’s all it takes.

Joel snarls, hips jerking as he buries himself fully, knot swollen tight and locked, his cock twitching deep inside as he comes hard, endless, hot. You feel it flood you, feel it leak out around where he’s stretched you to the limit, feel it pulse through every nerve ending like a live wire. And then his teeth sink into your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to claim, to mark. He groans against your skin, still grinding slowly, stuck deep inside you as your bodies pulse together, knotted and messy and trembling in the moonlight.

You’re both panting—ragged, uneven. The only sound in the room is the slick, obscene squelch of his cock grinding in slow, shallow rolls and the wet drip of his cum leaking out around the knot that still stretches you wide, still keeps you full.

“Fuck…” Joel breathes against your skin, voice hoarse and heavy with everything he just gave you. “You did so fuckin’ good for me, baby.”

You can’t even speak. Your cheek is pressed into the sheets, eyes half-lidded, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, completely wrecked. Your thighs twitch every time he moves, a shiver running down your spine when he licks the bite on your shoulder slowly and reverently.

His knot is still locked tight inside you, keeping your hips pressed together, his cock still twitching, pulsing deep in your overstimulated cunt. Every little movement sends a fresh wave of slick dripping down your thighs.

His arms wrap around your waist, holding you there, still, like he’s afraid that if he lets go, he might unravel.

“Just stay like this,” he murmurs, voice rough and low. “Let me keep you full a little longer.”

And you do because you don’t want to move, either. Not when you’re this warm, ruined, and full of him. The moonlight glows soft and cold against your skin, but between your bodies, everything’s heat.

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epicbuddieficrecs · 3 months ago

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Epic Buddie Fic Rec | February 17th-23rd 2025

I got braces put in last week - for the second time in my life mind you! - so it's been a pretty miserable week for me 🙃 so I started a 9-1-1 rewatch to cheer me up 😄 (and because I'm in 9-1-1 withdrawal, only 10 days to go!!!!)

I also want to rec a 9-1-1 rewatch podcast I've been listening to, Tales From the 118! They don't have a tumblr so I'll just link to their first episode. I've really been enjoying it!

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love bite by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Werewolf Eddie, Established Buddie | 1,8K | Mature):

“It’s okay, Eddie.” Buck soothes, “This is okay. You’re allowed to give into these instincts. There’s nothing wrong with it. You can bite me all over if you want.”

just hold on until the sun comes up tomorrow by thelikesofus/ @thelikesofus (Post-S4E14: Survivors | 2K | Teen):

“Buck,” Eddie says Buck’s name like a promise, like a prayer. “You're having nightmares and I'm not sleeping. If we're both going to be awake all night we might as well be awake together.” OR Why should either of them have to face the darkness alone when they have each other?

Love Language by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8A, Getting Together | 4K | Teen):

When Eddie reluctantly reveals he can speak Swedish, Buck ends up learning a lot more about him than he bargained for.

i wanna feel you from the inside by shortndiaz (Vampire Buck, PWP, S3 | 4K | Explicit):

Starts with ‘wanna go for the title?’ and ends in some blood and sex

Eddie 2.0 by bellabrady (Eddie Moves to Texas | 5K | Not Rated):

Or: After Eddie moves to Texas, Buck adopts a stray cat and names it Eddie.

🔥 The Great Valentine's Day Debacle of 2025 by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Valentine's Day, Getting Together | 5K | General):

Eddie books a couples Valentine’s Day weekend for him and Buck. Except they’re not together. Eddie is an idiot.

tell me that you'll never let me go by farfromthstars/ @farfromthstars (Eddie Goes To Texas, Getting Together | 5K | Teen):

From the apartment, he calls Buck, who picks up after two rings. “Hey, did you make it okay?” Eddie leans back against the pillows on his bed and closes his eyes, wishing he was at home on his couch with Buck next to him. Or that Buck was here with him, at least. “Yeah, just got back from my parents’, actually.” “How’d it go?” Buck asks. His voice is warm, even through the phone. “Did Chris talk to you?” “A little bit,” Eddie says, and allows himself a smile. “Buck, he– he hugged me and told me he missed me. Of course, then he remembered that he was mad at me, but for a minute–” “That’s– that’s awesome, Eddie,” Buck says. “Hey, uh, I gotta run, but keep me posted, okay?” “Sure,” Eddie says, confused at being cut off so quickly. “What are you d–” But Buck has hung up already. ~ Eddie goes to Texas. Buck is being weird. It only takes them both five days to crack.

this life that we make by farfromthstars/ @doeeyeseddie (Post-S8E8: Wannabes | 5K | Teen):

Eddie stares at his bottle of beer and grits his teeth. He has to go, he knows it’s the right thing. He’s going to go. Why does he want Buck to ask him to stay so badly? “Why did you never ask me to stay?” Buck makes a sound, a mix of a hiss and a hiccup, and when Eddie turns to look at him, he suddenly looks as if he’s in pain. “Eddie, I–,” Buck rubs his hands on his thighs. “Did you want me to?” “I want you to be honest with me,” Eddie says. “And I guess I hope you’re not actually this…unbothered by my leaving.”

🔥TRUST! by pairofraggedclaws (PWP, Quarantine | 8K | Explicit):

“I get used to it, I guess. Kind of. After a while,” Eddie says. Then, very quietly, “I’m just, uh, sensitive.” “Oh,” Buck says. Eddie's just sensitive. Eddie, his best friend, who he has now seen when he comes. Who comes in under a minute if he isn’t getting some on the regs. This is – this is – interesting. * Love and premature ejaculation.

Good Job! by pretty_boy_buckley (Post-S8A, Getting Together | 8K | Mature):

Buck begins giving Eddie little star stickers to encourage him, Eddie really loves them

I don't wanna miss you like this by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Eddie Moves To Texas, Love Letters | 9K | Teen):

Once he was home—or, as Chris puts it, back in his stupid, shitty apartment, he sat down, poured himself a drink—then another, once he downed the first—took out his laptop, and started to type. It was surprisingly easy, once the alcohol hit his bloodstream, to write it out. To put himself in the mindset of someone who loved Buck and couldn’t keep it inside anymore. Eddie Diaz was living in El Paso—miles away from his best friend who needed him, struggling to cross the invisible distance his son was keeping from him. There was no quick fix for either—but he was working on it. And in the meantime, he could do something to help Buck feel better from afar.

I lose my feet in my father's shoes by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8A, Chris Coming Home | 12K | Teen):

Just as Eddie is planning to move to El Paso, Chris gets into a fight at school, and Helena and Ramon decide they've had enough, sending Chris home.

The Pieces of You (I Carry With Me) by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Getting Together | 12K | Teen):

Eddie makes Buck a baby box and chickens out of giving it to him, leaving it in his closet for years and trying his hardest to forget about it, and what it might mean. Until Buck is helping Eddie pack for his move to El Paso and happens to find it.

disappearing into the distance by bucksclipboard/ @endofthedaymp3 (Eddie Comes Back From Texas, Getting Together | 16K | Teen):

Eddie wasn’t sure why he and Maddie weren’t close. It was strange, considering her little brother was the most important person in his life. Still, when the door opened, tight hugs were exchanged and cheerful welcome homes rang in his ears. “Does Bobby know? I gotta call Bobby!”, Chimney yelled. “Could you wait a minute?”, Eddie interjected. His eyes darted between them for a moment and landed on Chim, deciding he was his best bet. “Maybe first explain to me why I went to see Buck and his loft was empty. Am I missing something? Did he move?” or: eddie comes back from texas – only to find that buck has left los angeles

WIP

🔥 Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 16/? | 96K | Explicit):

In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path

🔥 Doe & a Drop of Golden Sun by ohstars/ @oh-stars (Canon Divergent, Dad Buck | 13? | 58K | Teen):

Buck doesn't mean to keep secrets from everyone, but he also can't talk about the pain he experiences on a day to day basis. With his nine-year-old living across the country and his custody limited to one monthly visit, Buck doesn't know how to share this part of himself. How does he tell his team of six years that he's had a kid this whole time? How does he tell his sister? How does he tell his Edd-- best friend? It's fine. The universe isn't going to give him a choice in the matter when the worst thing imaginable becomes his reality.

Podfic

🔥 [Podfic] Paralytic Narcolepsy Guy Hates Buckley & Diaz by oRóisín (oKathleen) // fic by eightpackdiaz (Outsider POV, Canon, Getting Together | 30-45min | Teen):

Paralytic Narcolepsy Guy is forced to listen to Buckley and Diaz talk to and about each other in his unconscious presence over the years. He insists he fucking hates them. But then he also accidentally helps them get engaged.

#epic buddie fic rec #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec

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mahoganyrust · 5 months ago

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Vamp&Werewolf AU part 5 ✨ “New Reflections”

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melk-maid · 2 months ago

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warnings: everyone is aged up 21+, gn reader, werewolf!yuuji, murder, blood, descriptions of gore (tearing flesh, snapping necks etc.), anxiety, grief, paranoia, fear, angst with a happy ending synopsis: every thirty days during the full moon, yuuji takes off into the night in the form of a werewolf, hunting wild animals to satiate his innate desires. one day, he comes home to you upset over his boss, only to find his urges are more prominent than usual.

note: initially this was supposed to be an october/halloween fic lmao iykyk ig but i had already started this fic and loved the idea and wanted to finish it if i could!! enjoy~♡ minors & ageless blogs dni - you will be blocked

Yuuji's ears twitch as soon as he walks through the front door. The soft sound of crying causes his heart to sink into his stomach, fumbling to lock the door and toe off his shoes quickly. You're trying to muffle your cries after hearing the front door, but you forget just how hard that is when your boyfriend has inhuman hearing. Soft hiccups and laboured breathing feel so loud despite hiding yourself beneath a blanket, trying desperately to calm down from the crying session you've been experiencing for the past twenty minutes.

It's out of habit when Yuuji calls your name, typically an announcement that he's home, this time with a tilt in his voice like a question. He already knew you were in the bedroom, pouting to himself upon hearing your shaky sniffles and deep exhales. Your name is called again, this time much softer, following the sound of the bedroom door being opened. Yuuji peeks inside, almost cautious that he was the one who upset you; all the while, you begged and begged for the blankets to make you invisible.

When you don't respond, only offering an involuntary hiccup, Yuuji creeps further inside. Almost like approaching a wild animal, he takes cautious steps, climbing on the bed behind you and gently peeling the blanket away. Despite the darkness, Yuuji can still see you as clear as day. Your hair was disheveled and falling out of the style he watched you create that morning, your lips shiny and swollen, a pool of tears soaking the pillow where your head rests. You don't fight your boyfriend when he gently coaxes you to lean into him — rather, you move to rest your head in his lap.

Another set of tears sting your eyes as a wave of comfort washes over you. A calloused yet gentle hand in your hair sets you off again, hiccuping another set of tears as you whimper and push your face further into Yuuji's pants. Everything about him always makes things better; his scent, his warmth, his comforting demeanour, his gentle hands and calming presence. This time, you were really upset.

Once you've settled down enough and your breathing returns to normal, Yuuji asks "What's wrong?"

You sniffle, holding your breath and trying not to fall into another wave of sadness and frustration. "My boss."

It's nothing new that your boss is the reason for your sadness. The man is an absolute dick in every sense of the word and has been making your life miserable for the last few months — there's been no reason as to why, other than he has a stick up his ass, probably. Most days you can take it on the chin, letting out your frustration with long winded rants to Yuuji or having him fuck you into the mattress until you forget what you were angry about. This is the first time you've been so upset over something your boss did.

"I'm sorry baby," Yuuji coo's, tucking your hair behind your ear with tender care. His voice is soft and delicate, full of love. "Want me to kill him?"

That earns him a laugh, sniffling and peeling yourself away from his tear-sodden pants. The sound of your laughter, even if it was a broken huff, eases the ache in his heart. "No, he's not worth it." You mumble and sit up in bed, leaning your forehead into him and finding your way to his shoulder through the dark. "I just…Need him to understand what I can and can't do, especially when things go wrong."

Yuuji hums, resting his cheek against your head, wrapping an arm around your waist and idly running his thumb along the old shirt you wore. A little less reactive now, you continue to tell your boyfriend about your day, complaining and sharing gossip from work to unload the rest of your stress. He was content to listen and respond where necessary, bringing up dinner when his stomach rudely interrupted you.

After some good food, of which Yuuji had offered to make, you're starting to feel a little better. The spark in your eyes slowly returns, the weight of your day lifted from your shoulders, and a piece of happiness swells your heart in the form of your boyfriend's goofy impressions. You look at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

All the while Yuuji thinks about the offer he made to you — one that was initially supposed to be a joke.

Way before you two had met, when Yuuji first learned of his werewolf curse, he promised to never kill another person. The idea of taking another life, innocent or not, fills him with dread. It's a struggle every full moon because it's in his blood, woven into his DNA are the instincts to kill, chase and devour prey. Yuuji has always maintained a cap on it, held strong on his ability to not kill people, even if he doesn't have as much control over his werewolf form as he would like.

"Are you going out tonight?" You ask casually over a bowl of ice cream. Yuuji looks at you, visible gears turning in his head and you raise an eyebrow with a smirk. "Full moon?"

The look of realisation makes you giggle around the spoon in your mouth, still a little somber and tired from your emotional day. It is a full moon tonight and Yuuji realises why he's been feeling so ravenous. The offer was a joke, but as the afternoon turned to evening, Yuuji could feel the involuntary twitch of his fingers whenever he thought about it. An itch for blood on his tongue, the desire for flesh between his teeth, a thirst for devouring human life like never before.

It was definitely a surprise when you first learnt about Yuuji's secret ability — understandably you were terrified and confused, sick to your stomach with fear and lived in anxiety for months to come. However, you love Yuuji. Over the years you've built a bond of trust together, to the point that you keep up with full moons and acknowledge you're going to have an empty bed all night.

"Yep!" He beams, trying to make up for the strange feeling of dread and itching rage that bubbles inside of him. "I'll be here when you go to sleep and when you wake up."

It's become routine, marked on the wall calendar every month. Yuuji kisses you goodnight and when you've fallen asleep, he makes his way to the forest a short drive away and lets loose. To feed that primal instinct of his, he tends to chase any wild animals that live there, sometimes killing them and eating them. He'd rather that, than accidentally take a human life.

Your eyes don't meet his when you hum in response, swirling your spoon around the half melted ice cream; Yuuji takes the bait and asks, "Are you worried about the full moon?"

With a shrug of your shoulders, you still don't look at Yuuji. "No, it's just…" You trail off, clearly struggling to find the words to express your concerns. "You look worried. It's making me nervous, like you're gonna…"

"Kill someone?" He frowns and watches as you visibly grimace at the thought. Yuuji reaches over the table to lay his hand on your wrist, a gentle and comforting motion. "You don't have to worry. This has been happening for years and it's never happened, I don't think tonight will be any different."

While you smile and nod, you still can't look Yuuji in the eyes, opting to stare into your ice cream. What he's feeling must be obvious to you too. He's not wrong though — Yuuji has never killed another person, as far as he's aware.

Yuuji watches the blood dilute in the tap water and swirl down the drain in a pink whirlpool. Haze and adrenaline, it feels like he's dreaming. Focusing takes the majority of his energy but it works, only for him to realise he was growling with each huff of air. Panting as though he was out of breath, his heart beats wildly against his chest. He has no control over what he's doing; watching himself carelessly clean the blood from his deformed hands, of which, are slowly transitioning back to normal.

Looking in the mirror presents him with someone he hardly recognises. His transformation is phasing out but Yuuji still bears long, sharp teeth and pink fur around the edges of his neck. It feels as though someone else is in control of him, forced to watch himself act with no authority. He doesn't trust himself like this. How could he when there was blood on his hands? Does he always come home like this; washing away blood in the sink, snarling at himself in the mirror as the adrenaline wears off, waiting for the effects of a full moon to slowly distinguish. Typically Yuuji wakes up the next day in bed with you with no memories of his transformation or how he got there.

"Yuuji?"

His head snaps towards you at breakneck speeds and the look on your face breaks his heart. You've never seen him like this before — he never wanted you to see him like this. Eyes wide as saucers, you stand at the doorway to the bathroom, body shaking with terror.

Yet you don't move.

"Are you okay?"

A stupid question that you'll later kick yourself for, but it can't be helped with what you're facing. Your boyfriend stands before you in your bathroom, much like you've seen many times before, except he's different.

Taller, broader, hairier. His chest heaves with a growl, sharp teeth shown to intimidate you, eyes wild but so very familiar. When you whimper ever so quietly to yourself, one of Yuuji's fluffy ears that sits atop of his head twitches.

Yuuji watches as you take a slow step forward. He wants to back away, tell you not to come near him — at worst, lock yourself in the bedroom until he's under control. Never would he hurt you, but he also has no idea what could happen if you get too close. He doesn't move, so you dare to take another step, tilting your head back as you approach to keep looking at your boyfriend.

Standing right in front of him, you realise just how much bigger he is. Normally he's taller than you by a good few inches, but now it feels like he's over a foot taller than you — maybe even approaching two feet. He tries to will himself to step back, screaming at himself internally to get away from you. You're not safe when he's like this.

You reach up towards him, standing on your tip-toes, curiously brushing your hand over his cheek. Pink hairs are rough and straight, almost like a patchy beard, ready to disappear completely in under an hour. Yuuji growls and it causes you to flinch. His heart hurts watching as you draw your hand back and stare at him with glossy eyes. He heard your breath hitch, the increasing beat of your heart, thumping of blood in your veins. Thankfully his bloodlust is satiated enough that he isn't plagued with temptations — your blood smells sweet, he can only imagine how delicious it would taste.

His ears flicker again when you whisper his name under your breath. You dare to go in again, reaching for his cheek with a little more confidence, rubbing your thumb along coarse hairs like you would a dog. It's a sensation Yuuji has never felt before, one that has his aching chest melt into submission. He leans down so you can reach him better, stunned at the way Yuuji — this version of Yuuji — settles at your touch. His breathing has normalised, lips relaxed over his teeth, eyes falling closed. When your other hand begins stroking his other cheek, Yuuji can't help but groan.

"Cute…" It's whispered, as though you don't want him to hear you, but Yuuji can hear everything. He groans again, nuzzling his nose into your wrist and rubbing his face all over your hand. It's then you notice something moving behind him — a tail swishing back and forth to express his happiness.

Still floating around in a void and watching himself from behind the scenes, Yuuji basks in the attention. You're no longer scared and he's grateful.

Your hands roam across his head, so familiar yet different. He's still your boyfriend under those new layers and his pink locks are the same under your palms, there's just the addition of soft ears that have grown from the top of his head. Wide and round at the edges, the fur matches that of his actual hair, twitching when you brush your fingers over the sensitive appendage. It causes you to giggle and watch as his ears react; flicking, twisting ever so slightly, showing off.

"Come to bed, baby." You whisper against Yuuji's hair, rubbing your hands over his head to keep him content, but your eyes are beginning to droop again. God knows what time it is but if he's home, it's likely the sun will be beginning to rise soon.

Yuuji doesn't respond or seem to acknowledge what you've said, so you take a step back and pull away — only for him to take offense and forcefully push his head back into you. It catches you off guard and his strength outweighs you, knocking you back ever so slightly. You laugh and pet his head. "Hey, I'm tired, I want to go back to bed. I'm sure you're tired too, or at least you will be in the morning."

He grumbles much like a dog would; unintelligible with a whine of clear protest.

"We can cuddle and I will keep stroking you, just come to bed."

At that, he finally agrees and follows you out of the bathroom. You can feel his overwhelming presence looming behind you. It makes you nervous but at the same time oddly protected. In bed you climb under the covers, now cold with your endeavour, and watch in the darkness as the shadow of your werewolf boyfriend climbs on top of the sheets next to you. You wait for him to find a comfortable spot; curled in on himself at your side, an arm slung over your waist and head buried against your chest over the blankets. It doesn't take long before you both fall asleep playing with his hair.

It's normal for Yuuji to have no recollection of his time as a werewolf. As though he simply falls asleep and wakes in his bed again, there's no need for him to worry about what he did the night prior or what he will do in another thirty days.

Except this time something nags at him. Last night was different than the others and it wasn't just because you found him.

The bathroom is something he remembers in pieces but he knows it happened. Since waking up it's all slowly piecing itself back together in his mind, like a drunken night partying and he's attempting to retrace his steps or being fed information by his friends on what happened. Yuuji can see the blood on his hands, the copper sitting at the back of his throat, the cold water that drags his evidence away. Your touch something else he remembers and just how scared you looked. Anything before that doesn't exist to him. He left the house and next thing he's looking at himself in the mirror.

There's no way he did anything sinister, right?

No matter how many times he tries to brush off the feeling of guilt from his gut, it insists on lingering. There's memories locked away in the back of his mind, ones that threaten to make him paranoid. Instead of allowing his thoughts to consume him, Yuuji makes himself comfortable laying across the couch, pulling a blanket over himself and diving head first into his new manga.

It finally worked to take his mind off of the feeling — until he heard your keys in the door. The sun was still out and Yuuji hadn't been reading that long, though a glance at the time on his phone confirmed you were home way too early.

He already knows something bad has happened. Not only does he feel it in his gut — so fucking persistant — but he can hear your laboured breathing as you take off your shoes. Trying to act natural and as though he wasn't already anxious, Yuuji beams at you when you step into the living room, his smile dropping when he sees the look on your face.

"What's wrong babe?"

You inhale and it looks as though you're about to speak but the words are caught in your throat. Distress, but there's no tears in your eyes. You sigh, touching your face and then threading fingers through your hair, moving to cross your arms and immediately uncross them as you try and find the words.

"My boss is dead."

Oh.

Yuuji blinks. Big, hazel eyes staring at you, just as stunned as you were when you got to work and received the news. Except both of you were left shocked and speechless for different reasons.

You were the friend who fed him information about what he'd done the night before. You had just told Yuuji he took too many shots and passed out in the toilets of the club after puking all over himself. You unlocked the memories he tried to hide from himself.

Blood. Flesh tearing easily under his nails. A man's screams of fear. The satisfying click of a neck being snapped under his teeth.

He feels sick.

"They—They found him…In his home this morning, he had a meeting or something and— He didn't show up so they tried to find him because it was super important or something — I don't fucking know Yuuji my boss is dead. "

You're struggling to breathe and comprehend the news. It's not like you had a shred of sympathy or care for your boss, but it's just so sudden. Everyone at work was in a flurry of panic over jobs and what it would mean for them that you couldn't help being caught up in it all. He was a middle-aged businessman, no one expected or were prepared for him to drop and now the company is in limbo and so is your job.

Phantom sensations begin to torment Yuuji; the feeling of muscle being ripped apart under his fingernails. To keep himself from throwing up with grief and regret, Yuuji stands and approaches you with open arms.

"It's so sudden…" Yuuji finally says with you wrapped in his arms, hopeful you don't notice the way his heart is thumping unusually hard against his chest. "Do they know what happened to him?"

You shake your head against his chest. "They don't have details yet, at least not public."

It feels disgusting to touch you right now — his hands aren't worthy of you. He isn't worthy of you when he's able to take an innocent life.

"Stay with me," You mumble against your boyfriend's chest, "I feel like shit."

Yuuji kisses the top of your head, willing away the thought that you deserve better. "I'm not going anywhere. You can read my manga with me, it's a cool new horror that has some really spooky panels."

With a snort, you begin to tease him and his excitement, joining Yuuji on the couch under the blanket.

"…police statements believe the cause of death is an animal attack. We have no further information on what kind of animal or just how the animal entered the home. Detectives are working on the case to ensure the safety of the public and to prevent any further incidents from occurring."

"No fucking way…" You gasp, head in your hands as you roll around the news in your head. Yuuji made his presence known when he closed the door to the living room with a click. When you turn around, your shoulders slouch as you ask, "Did you hear that? It's about my boss. They think it was a wild animal that broke in and killed him."

He had, in fact, heard and his blood ran cold.

It's been a couple of weeks since the incident and Yuuji has tried desperately to act as normal as possible around you. The thought lingers in the back of his mind like a plague, flashes of his grotesque and violent act play behind his eyes when closing them, guilt heavy in his chest whenever he touches you. All of it reaffirms what he is and what he'd done, no matter how much he tries to scrub away the facts.

"Yeah I heard," Yuuji starts and tries not to run towards the TV to change the channel to literally anything. "But did you hear they announced a new Human Earthworm movie? They're remaking the original instead of making movie number nine."

Although your boyfriend beams at you, throwing himself on the couch next to you and lounging his arm along the back pillows to make himself comfortable, you still look at him with suspicion. Everytime you bring up news regarding your boss or work, Yuuji is quick to deflect or avoid the conversation entirely. There's so much gossip going around at work that you need someone else to relay the information to; someone you can laugh with at the stupid conspiracy theories on what happened, gossip about new information, voice opinions on what's likely to happen with the company. Thankfully your job is safe and the company is going to be under new leadership, but the more information you hear about, the stranger the situation.

"Aren't you worried?"

Yuuji blinks at you. "Worried? About the remake of Human Earthworm?"

You scoff and push Yuuji's shoulder, he laughs it off while grabbing your arm but you aren't feeling playful. "No, I mean the news!" There's a flash of something on his face, his eyes darkening for such a brief moment, you would swear you hallucinated it. "If there's a wild animal roaming around it could mean something serious. What if it breaks into our home or someone we know?"

To hide the way his body deflates, Yuuji groans and pulls you into him by your arm. "It's probably nothing," He says, "Could've been his dog that went crazy or a rogue bear. They'll find it soon enough since we don't live anywhere near animals like that."

It still doesn't feel right. Yuuji is so very grateful you haven't connected the dots to accuse him of being the wild animal that killed your boss. The self loathing guilt haunts him constantly. With each passing day, you grow more suspicious of your boyfriend, brushing it off as something unrelated that he doesn't want to talk about. The flashes you catch of his facial expression dropping, the dark look in his eyes when you mention work, how he practically refuses to talk to you about any of it. Not only that but he acts differently sometimes. Your sunshine boy that is so relaxed and playful is much quieter, some of his actions feeling forced in the moment.

You don't want to accuse him of anything. Instead, you try and brush it off, believing Yuuji will talk to you when he's ready about whatever is bothering him.

It's so cold when Yuuji begins to wake up, curling in on himself and pawing carelessly for a blanket. When he feels only dirt under his hands, Yuuji bolts awake.

He was surrounded by trees deep in the forest, hearing deer hooves nearby running away from his sudden movement. There was no one else around — thankfully. No blood, no copper in the back of his throat, no satisfaction.

When Yuuji wakes up from a full moon he's tired but content. That ache in his bones disappears, the urge to hunt no longer there, he's free from the shackles of his desires.

This time, it lingers.

He wonders if he even killed any animal last night or if anything was spared; the flesh of another human pleased him enough that it's the only thing he craves now.

Dirty palms press into his eye sockets as Yuuji growls to himself, letting out pathetic cries of frustration. He hates this feeling, he hates the grief and guilt and anxiety that's been tormenting him for the past four weeks. Yuuji isn't a killer. He doesn't kill people, even if he isn't entirely himself. They're his hands, his teeth, his choice.

Although, there is a small spark of joy that hides deep within, rejoicing that he didn't kill again. Whether it was by choice or not is undecided and doesn't do much to help regulate his feelings.

Yuuji has no idea what to do. His mind is clouded with too many thoughts, too many worries. Just because he didn't kill someone this cycle doesn't mean he won't the next. If his bloodlust continues to grow over the coming days, he could lose control. He might kill as a human. What if it takes just a small impulse and Yuuji is coated in your blood.

Digging nails into the dry dirt at his sides, Yuuji claws and scrapes, gritting his teeth as he tries to expel these feelings. He doesn't want to kill, he doesn't want to hurt anyone, he doesn't want to lose trust in himself around those he loves.

In the midst of his meltdown, Yuuji hears your voice. His breath catches in his throat, holding onto it just to make sure he definitely heard you.

It is you, calling his name in the forest.

A wave of relief washes over him, grateful you're okay and he didn't do anything the night before. In the same breath, he curses because he's stark naked in a forest in the early morning breeze.

He wipes away the dirt from his hands, grimacing at the dark patches that stick under his fingernails, before standing and calling back to you. It doesn't take long for you to find each other.

"Oh Yuuji…" You breathe out, obvious relief in your voice with unintentional condescension. Almost like he were a kid and you found out he'd had an accident, Yuuji wraps his arms around himself, shy over his inappropriate nudity. To keep you from asking any questions for as long as possible, Yuuji puts on the best smile he could muster — despite it all.

The car ride home was quiet; Yuuji was too focused on his own thoughts, on making sure he doesn't even think about the way you smell or look or how you'd taste or how fast you'd run—

How can he trust himself? Why didn't he hunt an animal last night, like he normally does? Is human flesh that much more delicious to him, to his counterpart? The itch in his fingers grows increasingly worse by the second and Yuuji feels like he's losing control. He tries to tell himself it's all in his head, that if he stops thinking about it then it'll go away.

The hard part is not thinking about natural instinct.

Thankfully there was a spare blanket in the car for Yuuji to wrap himself in, finding mild comfort in the soft fabric and being a little less exposed — both physically and emotionally. He was hoping to throw himself into bed and sleep the day away. All his urges would be gone by the morning and he'll be back to his normal self soon enough.

Except you had questions. And you demanded answers.

"What the fuck happened last night?"

Yuuji had hardly climbed into bed with a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants when you intercepted him, a worry in your brow and arms folded like a scolding parent. Smiling, he reaches out and drags you towards the bed, pulling you to lay with him. Despite your initial reluctance, you soon fall into his embrace with a groan.

"Why didn't you come home?" You insist and Yuuji grumbles to himself, unwilling to look at your stern and concerned gaze as he strokes your hair.

"I don't know, maybe I got lost or something." Was his weak response and you admit defeat almost immediately. You sigh and nuzzle into Yuuji's bare chest, peppering light kisses over his sternum.

"As long as you're okay…"

"I'm fine ," Yuuji stresses with a chuckle. "I'm home, there's nothing to worry about."

Being wrapped in his embrace was comforting after your worries that morning; you woke up alone with no idea where Yuuji could possibly be. While he still feels guilt and disgust for what he did, Yuuji is comforted by your presence. If only you could remain like that all day.

"I have to go to work, baby." You whisper against Yuuji's chest, giggling when he doesn't move. Instead, he groans and kisses the top of your head.

"Stay here." He whines and when you push away from him again, he tightens his grip even further.

"Yuuji I can't, I have to go in."

"Call sick."

"No," Your giggles quickly turn into laboured breaths as you struggle against Yuuji's unusually strong grip. It's normal for him to play around but by now he would let you go. "Let me out."

Already his worries are becoming reality. The panic in your voice serves to encourage him, feeding that dangerous impulse within. He doesn't want to let you go. You're his and you need to stay with him. No one else can have you, see you or talk to you. Yuuji isn't ready to give up your comfort after a rough few weeks. It's so odd because he's only like this nearing—

Yuuji lets go of you in an instant. It was as though he realised what he was doing, snapped back to reality and his normal state. You almost fall out of bed with how sudden he lets you go, breathing heavily after you'd been practically fighting to get out of his grasp.

"What the fuck is going on with you?" He's hardly ever heard you speak like this. Your tone is firm and angry, feeding into the guilt that threatens to eat him alive. "You've been acting so fucking weird for the past few weeks — you better tell me what's happening right now."

There's worry and rage in your eyes, a combination that makes Yuuji nauseous. To avoid your piercing gaze as you kneel on the bed beside him, Yuuji rolls onto his back and throws his arm over his eyes.

"It's nothing." He waves his other hand your way.

"Obviously it's not. Yuuji, you have to talk to me, I'm worried about you." Your tone has taken a dramatic turn. "You've been quiet; you avoid talking to me sometimes; I just found you in the fucking forest naked because you didn't come home last night." He visibly swallows, eyes shut tight to keep himself under control. "What happened that I don't know about?"

He doesn't answer — he can't. There's no excuse he can find that would satiate you, nothing you'd believe and he might end up killing you as a result. If he already loses himself over you trying to leave a cuddle, who knows what he might do any other time.

Your hand is soft and light when you grab ahold of his wrist, pulling his arm away from his face. You lean over him so there's no way for him to avoid your gaze.

"Did you kill my boss?"

Tears begin to sting his eyes and Yuuji closes them to save himself. It's a clear admission of guilt and he's terrified you'll leave. Clenching his hands into fists, Yuuji focuses on not touching you — he won't scare you again.

He expected you to run away, scream bloody murder and confess all his secrets. It's probably what he deserves. Your boss was a horrible man who hurt you on too many occasions — what would he do if it was someone who hurt you worse? Someone who threatened your relationship with him? What if he loses control if you try to break up with him years later. You don't deserve that kind of pain just because of what he is.

Except you don't run. You lay your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his sides. It makes Yuuji hiccup, still fighting back tears as the grief that consumed him slowly dissipates.

"It's okay." You whisper against his skin, pressing gentle kisses against his flesh. "It was an accident, baby. I know it was." His hand finds itself splayed across your back, praying that he can trust himself after the admission. "I'll make sure you don't do it again, okay?"

Despite being unable to trust himself, Yuuji believes in you wholeheartedly.

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starryeyedwolves · 2 months ago

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Loosened Tongues and Spilled Secrets

It’s past two in the morning when James finds himself regretting every decision that led him to this moment — particularly the one where he agreed to be Sirius' designated Apparition partner for the night.

"I told you not to mix firewhisky and goblin mead," James mutters as he tightens his grip on Sirius’ waist, trying to keep him from toppling into the nearest garden hedge.

Sirius stumbles, giggling. "Remus woulda let me. Remus likes when I’m a little stupid."

James pauses. "That… doesn’t sound like Remus."

Sirius waves a hand dramatically. "You don’t know him like I do."

"I’ve known him since we were eleven."

"Yeah, but not like I know him. I know how he likes his tea. I know he reads the last page of a book first, like a monster. I know he hums when he’s nervous, and bites his thumb when he’s concentrating, and he has this tiny scar on his collarbone that he says is from a werewolf but I bet it’s from falling out of a tree like a dumbass."

James blinks. "Alright," he says slowly. "That’s… more detail than I needed."

Sirius slumps against him, suddenly quiet. "He has these eyes," he mumbles into James’ shoulder. "Like... amber in the sun. And sometimes they go all stormy when he’s angry, but not at me, he never looks at me like that."

James exhales through his nose. "Padfoot, are you—are you in love with him?"

Silence. A hiccup. Then—

"Oh fuck, I am," Sirius says, horrified. "James. Jamie. I’m in love with Remus. Like in love. Like, I want to kiss him until his breath runs out."

James snorts. "Yeah, mate, you’ve only been mooning over him for three years. Everyone knows."

Sirius gasps. "He doesn’t!"

"He does."

"NO."

"Yes. And he’s been mooning over you right back, you blind git."

Sirius goes silent again, eyes wide and glassy. Then, in a wobbling voice: "What do I do?"

"You go home. Sleep it off. And maybe, maybe, tomorrow you tell him."

Sirius looks vaguely terrified. "What if he doesn’t want me?"

James snorts again. "He calls you 'Siri' like it’s a prayer and saves you the last chocolate biscuit every bloody time. He wants you."

There’s a long pause.

Then Sirius grins.

"He’s gonna kill me when I tell him I puked in your fireplace, isn’t he?"

James sighs, defeated. "You what—?"

Remus is halfway through a mug of peppermint tea and the third re-read of Wuthering Heights when he hears the sharp crack of Apparition, followed by a muffled thud.

He freezes. Then sighs.

Sirius.

Of course it’s Sirius.

Remus glances at the clock. 2:07 a.m. Predictable.

He pads barefoot to the front door and opens it to find James supporting an entirely sloshed Sirius, who’s grinning like sin and slurring something about "beautiful, brilliant boys with scarred knuckles and sad eyes."

Remus raises a brow.

James looks like he’s aged ten years. "I can’t do this anymore. He tried to snog a lamppost."

Remus pinches the bridge of his nose. "Bring him in."

James all but drags Sirius inside, depositing him onto Remus’ worn sofa.

"I’ve sobered him up enough to not choke on his own tongue," James mutters. "The rest is your problem now."

"Thanks, mate," Remus deadpans.

James gives a helpless little salute and Disapparates without another word.

Silence settles over the flat, warm and uncomfortable.

Sirius lies sprawled on the couch, hair in his eyes, shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal that stupid tattoo of a star on his collarbone — the one Remus has absolutely never stared at.

Sirius looks up at him, blinking. "Moony."

"Pads."

"You have… really nice hands," Sirius mumbles, eyes fixed on where Remus grips his mug. "Elegant. But, like, also strong. Like you could strangle a man or knit a very sexy jumper."

Remus blinks. "You’re pissed."

"Painfully," Sirius agrees. "But still honest."

Remus exhales and sets his tea down. "Let’s get you into bed."

Sirius smirks. "Remus, you flirt."

Remus gives him a flat look. "I’ll drop you on the floor."

"You’d never," Sirius says, eyes going wide and dramatic.

Remus hauls him up. It’s like trying to carry a very talkative, flirtatious sack of potatoes. Who keeps trying to nuzzle his neck.

"Merlin’s pants, Pads, hold still."

"You smell like cinnamon," Sirius murmurs. "And books. And... heartbreak."

Remus swallows.

He doesn’t want to ask.

He knows he shouldn’t ask.

But Sirius’ head is heavy against his shoulder, and his voice is soft in a way that makes something deep in Remus ache.

So he asks.

"Heartbreak?"

Sirius lets out a drunken, breathless laugh.

"Remus, you bloody idiot. You really don’t see it?"

"See what?"

"You. Me. I talk about you constantly. Ask James. I write poetry about your bloody eyelashes. I’m in love with you, you stupid, gorgeous man."

Time stops.

Remus blinks. "What?"

Sirius looks at him, eyes too bright. "Don’t make me say it again. It already slipped out once tonight."

"You’re… in love with me?"

Sirius nods, then immediately frowns. "Unless I’m dreaming. Am I dreaming? If I kiss you, will you disappear?"

Remus laughs — soft, disbelieving. "I’m very real. And you’re very drunk."

"I’ll say it again sober," Sirius promises. "A hundred times. A thousand. Just — don’t hate me."

Remus swallows. "I couldn’t."

Sirius’ eyes widen. "Really?"

"I couldn’t hate you, Siri," Remus says, his voice quieter now. "But I… I didn’t think you felt the same way. You never…"

Sirius leans in, voice now almost a whisper. "I do. I always have. But you’re bloody oblivious."

Remus presses a hand to his face, trying to keep his own thoughts in order.

"I’m sorry," Sirius says suddenly, his voice breaking through Remus’ overwhelmed silence. "I didn’t mean to ruin everything. I just thought you—"

Remus cuts him off, gently cupping his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

It’s messy and far too desperate to be perfect, but Remus leans in, hands tangling in his hair, and it feels like coming home.

When they break apart, Sirius grins.

The Next Morning, Sirius wakes up to the smell of coffee and the suspicious weight of regret.

His head pounds. His mouth tastes like ash. And his chest—

His chest hurts.

He sits up slowly, trying to piece together the fragments of last night.

He remembers James. The lamppost. The staggering. The—

Oh god.

Remus.

He told him. Didn’t he?

He definitely told him.

"Shit," Sirius whispers into his hands.

"Morning," comes a voice from the kitchen.

Sirius looks up, heart in his throat.

Remus stands there, holding two mugs, wearing an old jumper and a look that’s unreadable.

"You’re awake," Remus says. "Good. You owe me."

"For?"

"You puked in my laundry bin."

Sirius winces. "Shit. Sorry. I’ll buy you new—wait, why was your laundry bin in the living room?"

Remus shrugs. "You were chasing the cat. The bin was your ‘spaceship’."

"Oh god."

Remus crosses the room and hands him a mug. Their fingers brush.

Sirius looks up. "Did I… say anything weird last night?"

Remus hesitates. "Yeah. You did."

"Oh.:"

"You said you were in love with me."

Sirius closes his eyes. "Fuck."

Remus sits beside him. Not too close. Not far either.

"And I said I couldn’t hate you."

Sirius’ eyes open. Wide.

Remus looks at him, something gentle and terrifying in his face.

"You meant it?" Sirius asks, voice raw.

Remus nods. "I’ve been in love with you for years, Sirius. I just thought you’d never want—"

Sirius kisses him before he can finish. This time, it’s slow, deliberate, soft, and with all the things they’ve kept hidden for too long.

When they break apart, Remus smiles, and Sirius feels like he might fly apart from the sheer intensity of everything that’s changed in a single night.

"You’re gonna make me write more poems, aren’t you?"

Remus chuckles, his voice low and warm. "Only if I get to read them this time."

Sirius grins. "Deal."

And with that, the evening of spilled secrets and drunken confessions gives way to a new kind of beginning for the two of them — one where Sirius's poetry finally gets an audience, and Remus’ heart no longer beats alone.

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minminbunny · 10 months ago

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Um. Can we please have more alpha hyunjin x omega reader? bc I just read your recent one and omfg 😵‍💫🫶🏻

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"The berries look ripe this season," you whispered, picking them. You hummed, filling up your basket with different herbs and fruits, not realizing your entered the wolves territory. A loud deep growl grumbles through the forest ground. Your ears perked up at the sound, your tail puffed up with fear. "Fuck," you whispered, gripping your basket as you started to sprint. You could hear wolf paws chasing after you, "No, no, no," you whimpered, pushing yourself harder to sprint. Hyunjin growled, determined to figure out why there's a stray on their land. You kept running, not bothering to look behind. He jumped onto the tree, his speed was faster by tenfold. "Ah!" you yelped when he landed a few feet in front of you. Hyunjin pounced before you had the chance to sprint again.

Your basket fell from your grasp, the herbs and berries you picked fell back to the ground you picked them from. Hyunjin pinned you down his snout sniffling your scent gland, "Unpresented stray," he gruff, his voice threatening. You hiccuped a sob, knowing it'd be useless to fight against a full fledged wolf, "I don't mean harm. I swear. I just wanted to pick the herbs," you sniffled, pointing to the fallen basket. Hyunjin felt guilt ache his heart, "Looks like you're telling the truth," he murmured, getting off you. "My basket," you hiccuped, hoping the things you picked are still okay. Hyunjin shifted back to his human self, his body nude and exposed, "Like what you see, stray?" he chuckled, seeing you cover your face with your palms. You picked up the basket, "I'll get going now," you whispered, limping with each step. Hyunjin sighed and shifted back, "Get on, I'll bring you to the pack med," he said, bending low. You gulped, "Are you sure?" you asked, staring at him. Hyunjin nodded, "Yes," he said, sprinting back to the pack when he felt you hang on tight.

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"Hyunjin, hah, ah," you gasped, pumping your fingers in and out of your slicked walls. Your scent seeped into every fabric around you. "More, please, more," you whimpered, curling your fingers to hit that sensitive bundle of nerves. Hyunjin growled when he entered the hut. Your scent filled the whole space, "Fucking hell, sweetheart. I can smell you from here," he cursed, opening your door. The lewd sounds of your slick squelched as you desperately pumped your fingers in and out of your leaky hole. The potency of your arousal spurred Hyunjin's cock rock hard, "Sweetie, sweetheart, please. Let me sink my fucking cock in you," he rasped, undressing all his clothes.

You whimpered, spreading apart your messy hole, "Need you, Jinnie," you hiccuped, your body burning with arousal. Hyunjin aligned his throbbing girthy cockhead with your hole, "You're mine," he grunted, easing his cock into your virgin hole. You sobbed at the breach, his cockhead stretched your tiny hole apart to the brim, "Alpha, alpha, too big," you cried, leaking more and more slick as your body accommodated his size. Hyunjin groaned at the searing heat engulfing his shaft, "Shh, shh. I know, sweetheart," he cooed, slowly thrusting his hips. You hiccuped with each thrust, his cock filled your hole with delicious pleasure.

Hyunjin growled, defiling your tight hole, "You're my pretty prey. All mine, little sweet," he said, thrusting slow and deep. He wanted you to feel every drag of his vein cock engrave itself within your ribbed walls. You sniffled, the love flowing between the both of you burning warmth. Hyunjin kissed away your tears, "Alpha will fuck you nice and deep, sweetheart. Then we can cuddle up like we always do, hm?" he whispered kissing your cheek. You clenched hard around his cock, "Please," you begged, submitting to him. Hyunjin smirked, "Of course, sweetheart. Anything you beg for," he said, picking up the pace as he began thrusting harder and deeper.

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aphm3ow · 1 year ago

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s1 is so just crazy just unhinged it’s funny if you wanna watch! s2-s3 are fun in a less unhinged way i think, i like them :)

the voices in my head are telling me to watch mystreet

#and then you know s4-s6 got the omg werewolf relic magic stuff goin on!#tbh s5 is also just genuinely enjoyable i think #if you can get past the hiccups #mystreet is fun. i’m sayin like. travis gets blown across the ocean it’s a good time

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thegnomelord · 1 year ago

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speaking of unorthodox mating: scorpionflies! my favourite thanks to entomology and them being very useful 🦂 mainly because they mate on top of fresh corpses. wonder what ghost of any of 141 you choose from would react to such a colorful mate

I doubt any of them would be all that happy fucking on top of a dead dude, Ghost especially seeing he got stuck in a coffin with one before becoming a wraith, but you coming back to them, covered in dirt and so much enemy blood you look like a butcher? Oh yeah, instant boner.

CW:NSFW, reader is some kind of insect monster idk this is quick and rough

GHOST - The second he registers the blood on you, and the fact you shed blood to protect him, tickles something in his brain. It's the knowledge that despite him being able to protect himself, he has someone to look out for him. . . . it has something needy and hungry stirring inside him.

Before you know it he's pulling you to a secluded nook, claws made of solid shadow tearing your belt open so he can swallow your cock down, pearly tears smudging the dark face paint around his eyes as your cock pushes past his gag reflex, smiling around your length when you answer in a chitter of your mandibles, your claws gripping his head as you fuck his mouth.

SOAP - Oh, he's not even waiting to get somewhere private. Everything with wolves is a social affair so the second the enemy's dead and the bullets have stopped raining down on you two, he's right next to you, full body rubbing against you like a bear scratching against a tree. It makes his fur and your clothes matted with blood and werewolf hair, whining and growling for your attention as he scents you and grows progressively more aroused by the second because holy shit, you smell like death and war and such a potent mate.

It takes you serious effort to pull him somewhere more private before Price yells at you two, and before you can even open your pants Soap's already on the floor, head down and ass up, tail raised even higher and still wagging as slick leaks from his hole. He howls like a bitch when you push into him, going completely slack as soon as your sharp mandibles clamp down on his scruff — not enough to draw blood, but strong enough to hold him down as you plow into him.

GAZ - He's a lot more sneaky about his attraction, acting like a doting mate when you two sit in the plane back to base, wiping away the blood that had congealed on your wings and elytra, chirping so sweetly to every little chitter and click you make, fingers reverently tracing your bloodied mandibles to the point the other's are complaining about you two being an old married couple.

His moans are equally as sweet as he begs to feel those sharp mandibles around his throat as you fuck him into the mattress, his wings pinned down beneath him and fully trapped like he's a piece of meat for you to consume. It's the danger of what your dangerous mandibles can do added to the knowledge you'd never hurt him that has him cumming in record timing, chirps broken up by hiccups as you just continue to fuck him.

PRICE - Oh, he holds out the longest, face and tone of voice betraying nothing as he tells you to get cleaned up, while inside he's purring like a tractor. He knows he shouldn't feel like this, that it's more than wrong fraternizing with you when he's your captain, but the way you'd looked covered in blood does something to him.

His claws rake down your front as he rides you slow and deep, slitted pupils taking in every little twitch of your wings and click of the mandibles, your desperate moans stroking his draconic pride as you beg to let you cum. And Price just tuts, "Come on, wouldn't want to disappoint me now?" He says, voice like a honeyed sticky trap, and you can do nothing but nod your head and try to hold on while Price tests your sanity by riding you into the early hours of the morning.

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Staking a Claim Part 2

Hello! We get a resolution to the last cliffhanger and add a second less dire cliffhanger.

I will be posting this on Sundays and Tuesdays until it's completed for a total of six parts. Thursdays will be reserved for whatever story I want to update that week. It might be the soulmate AU, the werewolf AU, or even omega AU. Wednesdays are still for WIP Wednesday.

Part 1

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Steve woke up with a pressing need to throw up. He sat up in a hurry and looked around. He didn’t recognize his surroundings and didn’t know where to go to empty his guts.

Someone thrust a bucket into his hands and he gratefully puked into it. A warm hand rubbed his back and that person began muttering encouraging inanities.

Finally he was able to stop and he looked up to see who his rescuer was.

“Eddie?” he murmured. “What happened?”

“Hey, babe,” Eddie whispered back. “Don’t worry about that right now. I just need you to keep throwing up whatever’s in your stomach, okay?”

Steve blinked at him a moment before he was forced to vomit again. It came out through his nose as well as his mouth. His nose was raw and his throat wrecked. But he couldn’t stop.

Tears ran down his face as he body continued to reject whatever it was that was causing this.

“That’s right, let it all out.”

Again Steve stopped and he looked up at Eddie mournfully. “I hate this.”

Eddie pulled him into his arms and held him tightly. “You think you can make the short walk to the bathroom?”

Steve nodded and went to go set down the bucket but Eddie stopped him.

“You might want to hold on to that just in case.”

Steve looked at Eddie then back at the bucket. He nodded.

“You hold onto your new friend Mr. Bucket,” Eddie said lightly, “and I’ll hold onto you. Okay?”

Steve nodded again and let Eddie help him to the bathroom. Eddie took the bucket and set it in the bathtub. He opened the toilet seat so if Steve needed to throw up, nothing would impede that and went in search of a spare toothbrush. He didn’t think that any of the guys would want Steve touching theirs and he wasn’t about to let him touch his.

“Eureka!” he whisper shouted. “When you feel up to it, you can use this to brush your teeth.”

Steve stared at him blankly like putting anything in his mouth would be a nightmare right then.

Eddie took a deep breath and held it for a moment. “Right, that’s not important at this moment. Got it. Priorities, Munson. Get it together.”

Tears streamed down Steve’s face and he whispered, “I’m sorry. I tend to ruin everything.” And then promptly began throwing up again. He started to shake as the vomiting and the cold got to him.

Eddie walked out and Steve really began to sob.

Then there was a warm blanket placed around his shoulders. “You didn’t ruin anything, Stevie. I promise I’ll tell you all about it when your well enough to hear it, but it wasn’t your fault.”

Steve sobs became hiccups then the hiccups became sniffles and then Eddie looked down to see that he had fallen asleep.

Eddie rocked him back and forth on the cold bathroom floor, trying hard to not fall in love with this man.

When Steve woke up a second time, he was in a cramped bathroom, wrapped in a warm blanket and pressed to Eddie’s side.

Eddie must have felt him stir. “Hey, baby. How you feeling?”

Steve buried his face into Eddie’s neck. “Like I’ve been run over. I didn’t think I drank that much to get this hungover.”

Eddie carded his fingers through Steve’s hair. “Do you still feel like you need to throw up?”

Steve lifted his head as he thought about it. “No. I feel like shit, but not like my guts are going turn themselves inside out.”

“Good,” he said. “I’m glad. Why don’t you take a shower and brush your teeth and I’ll set some clothes for you to change into on the toilet seat, okay?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie helped him to his feet and got the water in the shower started for him.

Steve stripped out of his clothes and got into the shower. He closed the curtain and just let the warm water wash over him. He thought hard about what happened last night.

The only thing he remembered was that he had been having a great time and then nothing. He heard the door open and then close quickly. He peeked around the curtain and saw the clothes on the toilet seat as promised.

Steve relaxed with a sigh. He looked around the shower and was surprised to see how neatly organized it all was. But he didn’t want to take anyone’s shampoo or anything so he just rinsed his hair instead. The body wash on the other hand was something he had to use. He opened each one to smell them, not wanting to grab something that would give him a migraine later.

He settled on the third one. It was woody, like pine. But not super strong or fake smelling. He got to work scrubbing himself down.

Once he no longer felt as though he’d been dragged out of hell by his balls he stepped out of the shower and dried off with the big fluffy towel that was on the hamper.

He dressed in the clothes Eddie had set out for him, complete with underwear. They still had the fold lines and wrinkles fresh from the pack. They were black boxers but then Steve couldn’t really see Eddie wearing anything else.

He slid them on and they were warm and comfortable. Next went the warm sweats and then finally the band shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked and felt like shit. There was nothing for it. He had to go out and face the music.

Or at least Eddie Munson, which as far as Steve was concerned was the same thing.

When he walked out into the main part of the apartment, he could tell it was still early enough that everyone else was in bed, but not so early that it was obscene to be seen awake after a night at the bar.

Steve slid into one of the bar stools at the counter and watched as Eddie made breakfast. Eggs, link sausage, bacon, and hashbrowns.

“That’s a lot,” he murmured. “I’m not sure my stomach is going to appreciate your effort.”

Eddie grinned. “It seems really counter-intuitive, but greasy foods tend fair better on hangovers and upset stomachs. You’d think it’d be the opposite, but nope.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Huh, I never would have thought it either.”

“Why don’t you call someone to let them know you’re okay, while I go rouse the boys?” Eddie suggested as he turned all the heat on the stove to low. He nodded to the phone on the wall.

“Robin!” Steve cried. He looked around for a clock for the exact time. “Shit! I was supposed to be at work twenty minutes ago!”

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Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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