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glossysoap · 1 year ago

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crescents in his skin ; soap mactavish. 1 of 3

or alternatively titled, ‘moronic wolfy claim’. the prequel to my new werewolf soap mini fic.

summary: you and soap were inseparable, usually. at least until a few months ago when he got injured on a mission. ever since then, he hasn’t been able to even be in your vicinity. maybe it has something to do with his newfound strength. or the way you could swear his eyes shone amber when he was angry.

tags: pov shifting but it’s easy to tell which pov is which don’t worry, future werewolf soap - he hasn’t been turned yet, fem reader, smut, cum play, minor degradation, major praise kink, boot riding, perv soap, best friends to mates lovers, possessive soap, perv soap, yearning, misunderstanding, perv soap, not actually unrequited love. did i mention perv soap?

notes: gaelic is in bolded italics, english translation is right after it in non bolded italics. other than that, fantasies are in italics (though it’s easy to tell either way).

word count: 7,800

If anyone had to pick a word that describes you and Soap, it would be inseparable.

Always attached at the hip. Talking each others ear off, even about the most mundane of things. The two of you would always be seen laughing with each other, your eyes bright and crinkled at the edges as he whispers some cheeky joke into your ear.

Everything that he showed towards everyone else, was amplified ten fold for you.

He would always be touching you in some way. Whether it was on your shoulders, on the small of your back, or enveloping your smaller hand in his — his warm hands would always be on you in some way.

Of course, he was touchy with everyone. It was in his nature. He would clap a hand on Ghost’s shoulder when walking up behind him, or pulling him into a hug after a close call.

All of that was nothing compared to how he was with you.

If you were shivering, you wouldn’t even be able to grab your own jacket before he was taking his own coat off and wrapping it around you. You would feel your cheeks heating up under his intense gaze as he adjusts the collar of the coat, his thumbs grazing the skin of your jaw.

Whenever you were riding along with the task force in the Hum-vee, he would always choose the seat right next to you. If the vehicle came to hard stop, his muscular arm would dart out in front of you to shield you. Your eyes would widen as you looked down at his arm pressed against your stomach, keeping you safe in your seat.

Every sentence that dropped from his mouth and hit your ears was always accompanied by a pet name. Not a platonic one like ‘lad’ or ‘brother’ that he reserved for Ghost or Gaz, far from it.

The pet names he had reserved for you were far less platonic and far more.. romantic.

Nearly every pet name would be murmured against your skin, whether it be his lips against your forehead or on your cheek. Or against your ear as he whispers, “Ye’ did great on that mission, bonnie.” Always followed up by a kiss on the cheek.

“Ye’ alright, darlin’?” He would ask you after a close call, cupping your cheeks and eyes scanning your face for any scrapes or cuts. His big calloused hands holding your face so tenderly made you feel safer than any bulletproof vest ever could.

“Yer shiverin’ love! Here, take my jacket.” He would almost order, leaving no room for protest as he was already shedding his own tactical coat and draping it over your shoulders. Your mouth would be open, about to assure him that you were alright when he adjusted the collar of the jacket. Letting his thumbs graze your neck and jaw as he adjusted the fabric, eyes scanning your face from pure instinct. His cerulean eyes would be burning into your face, committing every detail to memory. How your eyes were widened in a mix of shock and nerves, your brows raised. How you bit your lip when you were focusing on something, and how that always made him yearn to take your lip between his teeth and nip at it.

Bonnie. Darling. Love. Those nicknames were specifically reserved for you and you only. Far from platonic.

Any one of your features would send him spiraling — making his heart pound, and his jeans tighten with a familiar tent.

Your eyes.

The way they would automatically search for him when you entered a room, always instinctively searching him out. The way your lips would quirk up at the corners in a shy smile when your eyes find him.

Good pup, he would think.

It’s almost like your brain already knows you belong with him, friendly boundaries be damned.

The way your eyes peer up at him, all wide and innocent. Always giving him your full attention, treating him with a tunnel vision of sorts as you waited for any order or call.

A single look at your eyes would send his mind into various fantasies of you, in various positions and situations.

You occupied every inch of space in his mind, at any given moment.

Just like you did right now, while he was working out in the gym on base.

His mind was flooded with images of you in compromising positions and conjured up fantasies as he began training.

He imagines your eyes all glossed over with tears, pupils blown wide with lust. Images would flood his brain of the two of you camped out in the Hum-vee, shrouded in the dark of a stakeout. Mission objective already long forgotten.

He imagines you sitting in the backseat with him, with your pants pulled down to your knees and your legs spread open. Your shirt slipped up to reveal your stomach. His tan arm snaking down your abdomen, warm and hairy against your cool skin. You could see every intricate detail of his tattoo on his forearm as his hand slipped beneath your panties. You could only stare down at his descending hand and gasp as he grazed along your wet slit with his forefinger. You could hear him laugh next to you, sporting a cocky grin at how quickly you were already soaked. Only a few moments passed before he slipped his middle and ring finger inside your wet cunt with a quiet squelch, making your breath hitch at the intrusion. It didn’t take long before he had pushed his fingers all the way past the knuckle and to the hilt. The two thick digits spreading you open and filling you so deep.

“Mmm, so tight, bonnie.” He murmurs into your ear, moving his mouth to suck along the span of your neck.

“Soap, oh my god!” The feeling of his tongue licking a stripe up your neck, him leaving messy open mouthed kisses along your skin, mixed with his fingers pumping in your wet cunt at a furious pace left you so overstimulated. You didn’t know where to look, what to say. Where to put your hands. You could only jerk your hips against his hand and let out almost incoherent babbles.

Your head is thrown back against the headrest, face all scrunched up in pleasure and mouth open in breathy moans. His mouth is pulled into a self indulgent smirk against your neck as he watched your body writhe in pleasure with each pump and thrust of his fingers.

He could just imagine your legs twitching and your hips bucking against his fingers, your juices soaking his hand. He could imagine the warm, wet feeling of your cunt squeezing around his fingers as he pumped them in and out at a furious pace. He could practically hear your panting and whines echo through the Hum-vee, paired with squelching from your soaked cunt as his fingers pulled out and pushed back in.

“Soap,” he could imagine you moaning his name, looking up at him with glossy eyes as tears pricked at your lash line. Your hands searching for purchase desperately, trying to grab at the leather seat underneath you but to no avail. “Please.”

In his head, in the fucked up fantasy he had conjured up, he loved the sight so much that he slipped a third finger past your entrance and worked it in along side the other two. Grinning wickedly when he sees your mouth fall open, chest heaving as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

“No, no, no. No ‘Soap’. No ‘Sergeant’. None o’ that. Just ‘Johnny’.” His fingers quicken, and his smile grows at your widening eyes.

“Say it. Say my name while ye’ cream around my fingers.” He imagined himself all but growling in your ear as he looked at your squirming figure, twitching uncontrollably from the pleasure.

He saw you bite your lip to silence your moans and he thought, not a chance. “Say. It.” He ground out, voice full of gravel. To drive that point home, he curled his fingers just so. Hitting that spot that made your toes curl and that knot in your stomach tighten. He pairs it perfectly with a hard bite in the crook of your neck, teeth digging in to leave a bruising reminder of who you belonged to.

“Ah! I found that spot, didn’t I, pup? This spot, right here.” He smirks, so self satisfied when he sees your mouth drop open and your hips buck.

Your eyes would drop to his arm that was snaked down your stomach, his muscles tensing and flexing as he worked his fingers inside your pussy. Then you would link your arms with his arm, grounding yourself in reality as he drove you closer and closer to the first orgasm of many.

Just imagining you moaning his name is enough to make him hard.

“Johnny, Johnny, Johnny!” You would babble his name mindlessly, your hips bucking against his fingers and your legs twitching. “Yeah, there ye’ go.” He would hum in approval against your ear, the sound from deep in his chest as you squirt against his hand. Drenching his fingers and palm, the fluid dripping onto the leather beneath you.

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you came down from your high, your heart racing in your chest. You were still shaking and spent, clinging to his arm as he used his free hand to reach between your thighs. Your legs would twitch and jerk away from his touch, overwhelmingly sensitive after cumming all over his hand only moments prior. He shushed you gently, his lips murmuring all warm and rumbling against your ear to calm you down. He used two fingers to sweep along the slippery leather, gathering your juices and coating his fingers with the slick. You cracked your eyes open long enough to see him bringing his coated fingers up to his lips, his cerulean eyes still staring at you. Your half lidded eyes widened as you watched his tongue dart out to lick your juices off of his fingers, popping them in his mouth and sucking them clean with a pop each time.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, knew ye’ would. My sweet girl.” Without giving you a moment of reprieve, he grabs your throat with that same hand he just licked and pulls your face close to his. He applies the slightest bit of pressure to your windpipe, not enough to cut off your airway but just enough to make you deliciously dizzy. You could feel his breath fan against your lips from how close he was, you could smell the traces of bourbon from his mouth.

He all but smashes his lips against yours and kissing you fervently, all messy and sloppy. You yelp against his mouth, the sound quickly turning into a pathetic whine that he swallows. He nips and bites at your lip, pulling just a fraction — enough to tease you. Enough for him to slip his tongue past your lips and force you to taste yourself on him, letting his tongue mingle with yours.

Then the image in his head shifted from the inside of the Hum-vee, to the two of you in his quarters. With you on your knees in front of him.

He saw you on your knees, staring up at him through your lashes as you worshipped his cock. Kneeling in front of him, sitting between his spread legs as his jeans were pulled down just enough to free his erection. While one had was stroking him, your other hand would be laid on his bare thigh, feeling the scratch of his body hair against your soft skin. One hand would be rested on your head, petting your hair while his other hand would be cupping your cheek. His thumb stroking at the soft skin of your face, his eyes staring into yours.

“Look so fuckin’ good like that on yer knees for me.”

He could imagine your shaky hands reach for his hard cock that was resting against his stomach, your eyes glazed over and pupils dilated with anticipation. He could imagine your small, almost inaudible gasp when you finally take him in your hand, feeling how hard and hot his shaft is. How it’s pulsing under your touch, desperate for you to start stroking. He could imagine his own breath hitching as your hand finally moved up and down his uncut length. He could imagine your own breathing grow heavier as you watched your hand pump his cock, twisting near the head and squeezing a bit when you reach the base. Your hand would move on autopilot, as if it was made for his cock. Made for him.

You were made for him.

“Sittin’ all pretty just for me, hm? Isn’t that right, doll?” He would murmur with a possessive lilt to his voice, lips curved into a smirk as his eyes peered down into yours. You could only nod, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.

“C’mon, open yer mouth for me. There ye’ go.”

He imagined your tongue sticking out, letting him hit the head of his cock on your tongue with little taps. He imagined you shyly licking the tip, taking tentative laps along the sensitive skin. He imagined your tongue darting out to trace along the vein that ran underneath his shaft, feeling your hands move to wrap around the base of his cock.

“Fuck, good fuckin’ pup.”

He imagined your plump, shiny lips wrapped around his cock as you finally started sucking. He imagined your pretty eyes staring up at him with tears rimming your lash line, eyes glossing over. He imagined your muffled whimpers around his cock as you bobbed your head up and down. His hand would be fisted in your hair and he would be controlling the pace, using your hair as a handle as he fucked your throat.

He could imagine tear tracks running down your cheeks and drool dribbling down your chin as you kept taking him all the way down to the base of his cock. He could imagine the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, feeling you swallow around him and sending waves of pleasure into his core.

“So fuckin’ perfect like this, doll. Taking my cock so well, like a good fuckin’ girl. Always so good for me.”

You would preen around his cock, glossy eyes crinkling at the edges as you smiled from the praise. Even though your vision was blurred from the tears welling up, just hearing his gravelly voice shower you with compliments was enough.

He could imagine you grinding your cunt against his boot while you sucked his cock. He could almost hear your muffled whines and feel your moans sending vibrations to his core. Tear tracks would be running down your cheeks as you kept taking him all the way to the hilt, your nose brushing against the brown tuft of hair at the base. Spit would be dribbling down your chin and down your neck.

“So pathetic. Humping on my boot like a damn dog, so fuckin’ greedy.”

You would whine around his length at his degrading words, but your stomach grew tighter nonetheless. Your pussy squeezed around nothing as you ground down desperately against his boot, just aching to be filled. Your hips would be rocking against his boot, feeling that warmth build up in your stomach with each pass of your cunt against the leather.

“Look at you, already makin’ such a mess on the floor with how wet you are.” He would mock you. “Well, go on then. Fuck yourself on my boot. Cum like the desperate slut you are.”

He can just imagine your muffled cries and eyes squeezed shut as you come apart on his boot, drenching the leather with your juices.

Then the scene in his mind transforms from you on your knees, to the inside of the bases shower room.

Skin slapping against skin would echo throughout the tiled room along with the sound of the running showers. Broken moans and whimpers falling from your kiss-swollen lips, grunts and curses pouring from Johnny’s.

He would have you bent over the sink, his naked body pressed up against yours as he ruts into you. The only thing holding you steady were your elbows planted on the counter as he plowed into your slippery cunt, his big hands gripping your hips enough to leave a handprint in his wake.

“Feel good, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” He could imagine you babbling mindlessly.

“Aww, ye’, I know.” He would croon almost cruelly in that sickly sweet tone of his.

He imagines tears running down your cheeks as he takes you from behind, his cock buried deep in your cunt. Whines and grunts echoed in his mind, along with the sounds of rough slapping skin against skin. Wet sounds mixed in with the cacophony of noises as his cock plunged back inside your soaked pussy with each thrust of his hips.

“So fuckin’ tight for me, pet.”

Mirrors were on the wall across from the two of you, leaving your reflection on full display for him to drink in as he fucked you.

While his mind was filled with these conjured up images of you stark bare and taking his cock, he took this opportunity to imagine what you would actually look like naked. What your body would look like under all of those layers of scrubs or civilian clothes, sometimes even military gear.

The only glimpse at your figure he had to go off of was from a Special Forces fundraiser gala, where you were wearing a beautiful gown. It was a black, off the shoulder dress with a plunging neckline and a slit running up the thigh. Not hitting too high, just hitting mid way up your thigh — just enough to tease Soap with a sliver of leg. Enough to give him a glimpse of a black lace garter hugging your thigh.

“So beautiful. Such a pretty fuckin’ girl.”

So, as his brain painted that picture of the two of you in the shower room, his brain also filled in the blanks with what your body might look like.

He imagines staring into your reflection in the mirror, and seeing your breasts bounce with each thrust, skin shining with sweat and nipples hardened from arousal. He imagines the buds swollen and sore from being sucked and nipped on. He imagines stripes of wetness decorating your breasts from his tongue tasting your skin, dipping between the valley of your tits. He imagines mouth shaped marks and indentations littering your skin, all from his mouth claiming you as his.

For a split second, he even imagines how ropes of his cum would look splattered across your tits.

“Only like this for me, isn’t that right?”

He imagines your chest heaving as you pant and gasp with pleasure, especially when your breath hitches from a particularly hard thrust. He imagines your pulse thrumming hard under your skin, heart racing and pounding in your ears.

He imagines how your ass would feel as he gripped it in his big hands, the soft skin being such a harsh contrast against his rough, calloused palms. He imagines how your flesh would ripple with each thrust, or how it would jiggle when his palm would come down in a swift spank across your ass. He could practically hear your yelp as handprint welts formed on your skin.

“Wanted this for so fuckin’ long.”

He imagines your thighs rubbing up against his as he’s rutting into your hot cunt, grunting with every thrust in and every pull out and every thrust back in. He imagines how shaky your legs would be from all of his ministrations and the onslaught of ecstasy he put you through. He imagines your cunt squeezing his cock so tight, almost pushing him out with how tight you were clenching down on him. Fuck, you were all warm and wet and spongey. He imagines your juices mixing with his and dripping down your thighs.

“Oh, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me. Just soakin’ my cock. Knew ye’ wanted me. Just like I’ve wanted ye’.”

Finally, he imagines your face while he fucks you against the mirror. He imagines how your expression would shift and contort in pure ecstasy, your brows all furrowed and eyes clenched shut. Your mouth hanging open in a gasp and your tongue lolling out as his cock reaches that sensitive spot over and over.

It was the perfect image. You losing yourself impaled on his cock, cunt squeezing him perfectly as you came closer and closer to the edge. Him buried deep inside you, impossibly close to you in ways he’d always imagined.

It was perfect in every way, except for one. Your eyes were closed. You couldn’t see your reflection in the mirror in front of you, you couldn’t see yourself coming apart for him and only him.

And that just wouldn’t do.

“No, no, no. Not a fuckin’ chance.”

With that, he leans down and reaches to grips your jaw. He relishes in seeing your eyes flash open in shock, enjoying the cute little yelp fall from your lips as he snakes his muscular arm around your chest. He uses the vice-like hold on your jaw to pull you up until you were flush against his chest. Your hand darted up to hold his wrist as he held your jaw, your other hand grasping at his arm that was wrapped around your chest. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving white crescent marks against his tan flesh as you searched for purchase — anything to ground you in reality.

“You’re gonnae keep those eyes open. You’re gonnae watch yourself cum on my cock.” He growls into your ear, his free hand snaking across your chest while his other hand was still gripping your jaw. “Oh, fuck—,” You would cry out at the new, closer angle he was thrusting into you with. The hand that was splayed across your chest groped your breast, his rough skin burning at your flesh and his fingers tweaking at your nipple.

“Yeah, ye’ feel that? Feel me splitting you open?” Would be ground out into your ear, the husky timbre of his voice sending chills down your spine.

His hips would snap up into you, his cock hitting you even deeper and making you feel impossibly fuller with each thrust. Your eyes would roll with each cruel snap of his hips, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“Oh, fuuuck.” You cry out, legs feeling more like jelly with each passing second. You knew if his strong arms weren’t holding you so tight, you would’ve melted in a puddle on the tile beneath you. “Johnny!”

You could feel him smirk against your cheek.

“That’s it, tell everyone who’s makin’ ye’ feel so good. Tell everyone who ye’ belong to.” The hand on your jaw would make you face the mirror in front of you.

You would open your eyes to see yourself in the reflection, all manhandled by your best friend while his thick cock pistoned in and out of your slick cunt. His big hand would have a firm grip on your jaw as he controlled where you looked, forcing you to look at yourself while getting orgasms forced out of you. His other hand would be snaked around your chest, muscular arm flexing as he palmed your breast. Both of you would be covered in a sheen of sweat and tears would be running down your cheeks from all of the pleasure building up.

“Johnny, please!” You would all but shout, looking at him through the reflection with blurry eyes. You didn’t know what you were begging for. A moment of reprieve, maybe? One last push to shove you over the edge? You weren’t sure.

“Please, what? Hm? Use yer words.”

“Please make me cum! Please, please, please— oh, fuck!” Your begging would be cut off by your own moan as the hand that was on your chest moved down to rub circles over your swollen clit.

He would only laugh as you squirted on his cock, squeezing him for all he was worth.

He would be pulled, yanked out of his perverted fantasies by the loud crash of a weight hitting the matted gym floor. A lower ranking soldier had finished with their sets and let the weight fall to the floor without any regard for the Sergeants eardrums.

Soap just shook his head and moved to leave the gym, in an attempt to rid himself of the images that were sure to get him painfully hard.

After he cleaned the machines he used, he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and grabbed his thermos.

Soap walked out of the base gym after a hard training, his tan skin all flushed and sweaty. Mohawk all messy and some strands sticking to his forehead. He wore a white wife beater and grey sweatpants, and he held a thermos filled with ice water at his side.

He willed his mind to drift away from the images that made his cock hard, and instead forced himself to think about things that made his heart race. After he left the gym and let the heavy doors close behind him, his mind immediately thought of one thing that fit that description.

You.

You and your annoyed expression that you would wear whenever he shooes away yet another date, usually by slinging his arm over your shoulder and drawling in your ear, “Who’s this, babe?”

The annoyed expression always featured a clenched jaw and your perfect lips downturned into a frown, paired with an eye roll that could rival the Lieutenants.

You also wore that annoyed expression when receiving unwanted attention from other guys. Which is what was about to happen in a few moments.

His heart pounds in his ears as he comes down from his workout, still panting a bit as he uncapped his thermos. He leans against the wall as he raises his thermos to his lips, gulping down the ice water greedily. As he tilts his head back and drinks, his eyes spot a familiar figure behind his raised thermos.

You. You were walking the halls of the base with a stack of files folded under your arm, presumably to deliver to Price’s office.

He makes a surprised noise, swallowing whatever water was in his mouth and quickly screwing the cap back on to his thermos.

With a grin painted on his lips, he breaks into a jog towards you. He couldn’t wait to talk to you, be near you, especially since he was about to ship off for a long deployment the next day.

Once he caught up to you, his grin quickly dissolves into a frown as he sees someone already talking to you. A guy.

The guy was dressed in some run-of-the-mill camouflage that was fit for some random soldier. Not a uniform for an established officer or for someone with a respected ranking. Just some mediocre boy.

Which is exactly what Soap saw when he looked at the guy. Mediocre. No talent. No direction. No drive.

Cerulean eyes skimmed the soldier with a displeased expression. He was wearing an intimidated expression, his eyes were wide as he looked at the Sergeant. His eyes scanning the soldiers wrinkled uniform and crooked patch, already finding uniform violation after violation. Then he scrutinized what was under the piss poor uniform, the lads muscles. Or lack thereof.

The soldier was wiry, to say the least. Barely an ounce of muscle or fat on his bones. There was no way he would make it past basic training, let alone be able to build an actual military career.

There was also no way that boy could ever please you. Not like Soap could, anyway. No one could ever please you like Soap could.

Soap gave him a final once over before chuckling. He could break that man, that boy, in half in five seconds flat.

“That bloke? Really?” He scoffs as he sees you entertaining the recruit. His usually bright eyes are scanning that boy up and down, with furrowed brows and a tight lip. Looking at the recruit with what could only be described as disgust.

“Isn’t even a cadet.” Soap mutters under his breath as he stands next to you, watching the man scurry away with his tail between his legs. You roll your eyes and groan because this is what feels like the millionth man he’s run off.

“Never gonna get laid at this rate.” You mutter under your breath before storming off, not even giving Soap a passing glance as you bumped into his shoulder.

He felt a fire ignite deep in his core at your words. His eyes brightened and he grinned as he broke into a jog after your retreating figure.

“Mmm,” He hums, a rumble coming deep from his throat. Almost a growl. “Never say never, brèagha.” Pretty. Soap called, wearing a boyish grin as he caught up with you in the hallway. “You know where to find me.”

All you had to do was say the word and he would come running, giving you orgasm after orgasm. Making your legs twitch and your toes curl, making your nails dig into his back and leave scratches along the skin.

He longed to feel that sting rip across his back as your nails dug in, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of your claim on him.

Because he did belong to you, even if you didn’t know it. Body and soul.

You just kept walking, though. Barely even registering what he said. You heaved a sigh and spared him a side eye glance.

“Oh my god, you’re so funny.” Your voice dripped with sarcasm at his teasing, because of course he was kidding. Right?

You were painfully oblivious to his affections towards you, because that’s just how he always was. He always joked like that, especially towards you. Always putting on that boyish charm and acting flirty, buttering you up with compliments and leaving hot fleeting touches against your skin.

You kept your eyes ahead of you, not daring to look at Soap or his damn tank top that showed off his muscles so well. The muscles that were so solid and thick, littered with tan scars that took nothing away from his beauty. If anything, they just added to it. They showed how strong he was. How sturdy he was. All of the many wounds earned and injuries endured, scars left in place as a reminder of where he��s been. What he’s survived.

You also didn’t want to risk a glance at his hands. The rough calloused skin that was always oh so warm, veins prominent as blood pumped through his body. Just a single glance at his muscles or hands would no doubt send you down a spiral of heart racing thoughts, thoughts that would have you squeezing your thighs together.

At the very least, you wanted to hold those thoughts off until you were in the privacy of your quarters. The security provided by the four walls would let you get rid of that.. tension.

“And what does that word even mean anyway? You know I don’t understand gaelic.” You muttered, sparing a quick glance at his hulking figure as he walked next to you. Just before you looked away from him once more, you caught a glimpse of a smile tugging at his lips.

Even as you brushed off his genuine offer as just a joke, his wolfish grin just remained. Still teetering the line between a smirk and a smile.

“Ah, now why would I go and tell ye’ that? That just sucks all the fun out of it, hen.” He would tease, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“Ugh, you’re all sweaty!” You cringed and tried to slip out of his hold but he was just too strong, keeping you trapped against his warm skin. You forced yourself to think that your heartbeat racing was only a result of surprise, not from being in such close proximity to his hulking form. It definitely wasn’t a result of feeling the intense heat rolling off of him in waves, or the musk you couldn’t help but take a whiff of. And it definitely wasn’t due to his big arm weighing so heavily on your shoulders, almost like staking a claim on you.

He only laughed at your struggle, the sound making your stomach flutter even if you were annoyed.

As you continued walking down the hallway with him glued to your side, you went back to avoiding eye contact with him. You could feel his eyes burning into you as he drank in all of your features. That damn smirk never left his lips, matter how annoyed you were or how that scowl was damn near engraved on your perfect lips.

No matter how much you complained or pouted, always because of his overbearing nature and his dedication to batting men away from you, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your lips.

He loved the way you pressed them together, especially when you were focused on a particularly rough stitch, poking the needle through bloodied flesh. Exactly like all of the times you had to patch him up after bullets scraped his flesh, or found themselves imbedded in his muscle. He could feel his heart threaten to beat out of his chest at the mere thought of your hands on his bare skin, sewing the wounds shut.

He loved the way you bit your lip, taking your bottom lip between your teeth nervously when you worried about something. How your brows would furrow and your eyes would widen a fraction whenever you saw him returning injured from a mission. He would always feel his chest fill with warmth, no matter how deep the bullet had buried itself in him, when he sees your worried face hovering over him on the gurney.

He loved the way you pouted when you didn’t get your way. Or, more accurately, when he would insert himself in any situation that involved you and another man. He can’t help it.

Not when you’re jutting your bottom lip out like that, looking up at your best friend with sad eyes after he kicks yet another man to the curb. You can’t blame him for doing that either, he thinks. Not when it’s so glaringly obvious that none of those men could take care of you. None of them could please you, make you feel good. Make you feel safe.

Before he knew it, the two of you had made it to the elevator that you had to take to get to Price’s office. You needed to get on so you lifted his heavy arm off of your shoulders and stepped away from him. “Are you even listening? Hello?” Your voice cut in, making him blink a few times. You were looking at him with furrowed brows as if you were appraising him. Searching to find some reason for his strange behavior.

“Sorry, what?” He grinned sheepishly and felt his face heat up in a blush, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly.

You eyed him warily.

“I said, would you mind running back to my quarters to grab my headphones? I forgot them and I need them to work out. I would go and them myself but I need to get these files to Price like.. now.” You waved the files a bit to emphasize your point. “If I go all the way across base to get them myself, there’s no way I’ll be able to get these to Price in time. And if I get them after giving these to Price, the gym will be closed.” You dug through your pockets to find your key card.

“Yer lucky yer cute.” Soap said, enjoying the flustered look on your face as he snatches your key card from your hand. Then he turns on his heel, jogging in the direction of your quarters.

Which is how he ended up here, swiping your key card against the doorknob and waiting for your door to unlock.

As he twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, he felt a strange sense of excitement flood his stomach.

Of course he had been in your room before, but you had always accompanied him. Now, he was all alone. He could look at any of your pictures if he wanted. He could touch any of your belongings without worrying about you catching him.

He couldn’t help how his eyes wondered around the room, taking in every detail of the room you inhabited.

Your familiar scent hit his nose the second he stepped foot in your room. Vanilla and cinnamon, with a hint of freshness and fruit notes. Like a bakery in Autumn, filled with baked apple pie while the leaves outside were turning orange.

The smell was so soothing, so familiar. He smelled it almost every time he brought you into a bear hug and nestled his head in your neck.

The smell was home.

The next thing he noticed were the decorations you had adorned your room with. Among the walls were a few posters and art pieces, paintings with your favorite colors and designs that reflected your personality.

There was also a bulletin board hung right above your desk, with plenty of photos pinned in the tan board. Soap smiled as he gazed at the photos, seeing himself in so many of them. Many of them had captured you as well, a lot of them were candid shots that you didn’t notice at the time of the shot.

Some were taken when you were stitching up a wound on Soap, perfectly capturing your skilled hands holding him still. They also perfectly captured Soap’s wolfish grin and bright eyes as he stared at you while you stitched him up.

Others were taken by Soap as he snapped a sneaky photo of you next to him. You would be sitting or laying next to him, totally focused on something else while he had his arm wrapped around you. Effectively trapping you in his warmth and preventing you from squirming away. Soap would bring the camera up in front of the two of you and make sure he got his own face in the view, flashing one of his blinding grins. The arm that was wrapped around you would move to pet your hair or caress your cheek.

The next thing that caught his eye was your bed. All made up, neat and tidy. Your sheets, comforter and pillows were all made up of your favorite colors. He walked over to your bed and outstretched his hand, feeling the fabric of your blanket on his palm. He could just imagine you laying there on your soft sheets, your hair resting against the silk pillowcase.

He could also imagine your head thrown back against those pillowcases as he thrusted into you, your face contorted in pleasure and moans falling from your lips. Or maybe him pushing your legs against your chest and devouring your cunt.

He felt like it was a perfect mirror of your relationship dynamic, his rough skin against your soft blanket. He was rough and you were soft.

Finally, his eyes landed on your dresser. There were some artificial potted plants placed on top, with bright petals that caught the eye. There was a small white jewelry dish as well, made of glass and marbled with your favorite colors. The dish held a few rings and necklaces, all pieces he could very clearly remember you wearing.

His eyes brightened as he saw your headphones sitting right next to your jewelry dish. He grabbed them and swiftly slipped them into his sweatpants pocket.

He was just about to turn and leave your room when something caught his eye.

He saw a flash of blue sitting at the bottom of an otherwise empty laundry hamper in the corner of your room. He can’t help himself as he all but runs over to the hamper.

His breath hitches as he sees what the flash of blue was.

A dark blue thong. All lace and intricate detailing, so fucking tempting. And you had just taken it off. Before he could stop himself, he reaches down into the hamper and picks up your thong. The thong that was lucky enough to sit on your perfect skin.

It made his mouth water as he stared at the soft lingerie in his grasp, thinking about you wearing it. Thinking about the fabric riding up on your hips, the lace trim decorating your skin perfectly.

He felt that familiar tightness in his sweatpants as he gripped the fabric tight, his knuckles going white.

It took all of his self control to not just lift the panties up to his nose and smell your juices right then and there.

His hand moved by itself as he pocketed the thong, the lingerie almost burning a hole in his pocket.

Before he knew it, he had made it back to you and given your headphones to you. He barely said two words to you before he was jogging back to his own quarters, his heart racing the entire time.

All he could think about was the lingerie stuffed in his pocket, waiting for him to touch it.

The minute he set foot inside his room, he slammed the door and hurried to lock it behind him.

Only moments later he was sprawled across his bed with his sweatpants pulled down to his knees, and his tank top thrown on the floor. He reached down and let his weeping cock spring out of his boxers. The head was red and swollen, fully hard as it laid against his lower stomach, a steady drip of precum was already leaking from his slit. It was pulsing, blood pumping through it as he kept thinking of all the ways he wanted to have you.

His hand wrapped around his cock as he started pumping it at a languid pace.

“Ah, that’s it,” He hissed through his teeth, feeling that familiar heat build up in his stomach.

Using his thumb, he rubbed slow circles onto the tip, spreading the white liquid around the head of his cock. Slowly, he began stroking himself from the head of his cock down to the base.

With every pump of his fist around his cock, a breathy moan would fall from his lips. His head would fall back against his pillows, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead.

His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat that rivaled his post-workout shine, his tan skin was flushed pink as he panted and huffed. His free hand would still be gripping the lace panties with bruising force, as if he was imagining himself holding your ass the same way or pulling your hair the same way.

“Fuck.” His hips would buck into his hand, lifting off the bed as he chased his own pleasure.

He brings your panties up to his nose and takes a big inhale, smelling your musk and juices in one fell swoop. He moans your name so wantonly, so desperately as his hand picks up the pace.

He takes another whiff. Imagining how you would look right in front of him at this very moment. Thinking about the earlier fantasies that plagued his mind did a lot to bring him close to the edge.

All he could think about was how your pretty lips would look wrapped around his weeping cock, how your hands would feel so soft on his sensitive skin. He could imagine your tits bouncing as you bobbed your head on his cock, your nipples poking through your thin top.

He twisted his hand with each stroke up and down his shaft, squeezing at the tip. His white precum was now coating his cock, making lewd wet sounds with every stroke.

“So fuckin’ pretty. So fuckin’ perfect.” He curses, his abs twitching as his hips bucked and squirmed. You were so fucking pretty. You were so fucking perfect.

“Need ye’ so bad. You need me.” His fist moved quicker around his cock.

The more he pumped and stroked, and the more he babbled into the empty room, he felt the knot in his stomach build.

“Ye’ need me to take care of ye’. I’m the only one who can make ye’ feel this good.” His breathing picked up as he felt himself get closer and closer to the edge.

He knew just what would push him right over.

He brought your wet panties down to his cock and started stroking with the flimsy piece of fabric. Immediately, the second that the fabric touched his throbbing cock, his breath hitched.

Even just the thought alone that those panties touched your wet cunt earlier that day was enough to send him over the edge, but feeling your juices on his cock?

That was more than enough to make him shoot ropes of hot cum on his heaving stomach, his hips stuttering as his orgasm ran through him.

Your name falling from his lips as he came with a guttural moan.

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navybrat817 · 1 year ago

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A Crown of Flowers

Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: You make Bucky a crown of flowers and he gets a little closer to the shifter quickly stealing his heart. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, slight possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Previous Part of AU: The Pull of Gravity A/N: More Wolfie and Little Red! I really need to give this AU a name. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky considered himself to be a dangerous predator. A good man by nature, but vicious when the occasion called for it. Sam told him more than once that he didn’t look approachable even when he wasn’t in wolf form. A far cry from his younger years when he charmed most people around him with a smile. Life in the woods and seeing the things in both his human and shifter form changed him. He hoped for the better, even with his sometimes grumpy nature.

He was far from the predator he claimed to think he was thanks to the crown of flowers on his head.

“You look so pretty, Wolfie!” you smiled, reaching over to adjust the crown. Your eyes narrowed at the unmistakable growl that left his lips. “Oh, don’t you dare growl at me. That may work with your pack or family or whatever you call them, but not me.”

His lip lifted in a softer sort of snarl, but you remained unafraid as you tucked a lone flower behind your ear. You somehow convinced him to sit in the garden beside you and it felt nice. When was the last time he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it? “And what are you gonna do about it? Bite me again?”

“Don’t tempt me,” you smirked, playfully snapping your teeth for good measure. “I don’t know why you have that look on your face. The crown looks nice. Steve’s wearing his with pride.”

“He’s just being nice to you,” he said.

But if we’re comparing crowns, mine is nicer and I refuse to let those words leave my mouth.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy. That’s why he gave me your shirt,” you said, gesturing to the fabric that covered your skin.

Shifters ran warm, but it was starting to get darker and colder. You hadn’t had a chance to get the red cape of yours that you mentioned. Steve was kind enough to get you a long shirt of Bucky’s to wear, to both his and your disappointment when you covered yourself up. It was also smart on the blonde’s part not to give you one of his own shirts, as if he sensed that Bucky wouldn’t like anyone else’s scent on you.

I’m possessive and I’m fucked.

“We should probably head inside. I’m sure you’re starving,” he said, knowing if he dwelled for too long at the thought of his scent on you that he’d fuck you right there in the dirt.

Only if you wanted that.

“In a minute. I want to enjoy the view a little longer,” you said, leaning back on your hands to look up at the sky. While you took in the sight above you, he kept his eyes on you. “It’s nice here.”

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, taking a quick look around as he inhaled the comforting smell of his surroundings. Your fragrance in the mix added something he didn’t know was missing or longing for. “It’s home.”

“Home,” you whispered, as if the taste of the word was bittersweet. No doubt a part of your story he knew you wouldn’t tell him today. “How did you two meet? You and Steve. Did you grow up together?”

“We did. He’s been my best friend since he was a runt. We’ve always looked out for each other,” he said, taking another flower to put behind your other ear. Your hand shot out to grip his wrist before he got too close. “You’re quick.”

“And strong, but not quite as strong as you are,” you smiled, releasing his wrist and tilting your head to allow him to continue. He tried his hardest not to smile at the compliment. “Must’ve been nice to grow up with a shifter friend.”

“It was, especially since we’re both wolves. My parents were shifters, too, but not having to keep it a secret from Steve made it a little easier. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“Because you understood what the other was going through. You had someone to confide in and I’m sure he did the same in return. I’m also guessing you both understood the need to keep it a secret with people outside of your circle, as well as the need to protect each other,” you mused, tilting your head to gaze at him with a wistful stare. “You weren’t alone.”

Shadows clouded your eyes as he inhaled slowly, mentally noting the subtle change in your scent. He caught shifts occasionally with Steve and the others when their moods changed, but this was something different. It was as if he could taste your tears on his tongue, but you weren’t crying on the surface. At that moment, he wanted to crawl inside your mind and heart to soothe whatever pain you tried so hard to hide.

Who hurt you? Tell me so I can deal with them.

“May I ask you a question and you don’t have to answer it?”

“Okay,” you answered.

“Why did you decide to come here?” he asked.

You breathed out when you shrugged. “Besides being wildly attracted to your rugged good looks?”

“Yeah, besides that,” he smirked, taking your hand in his. Yours was soft on the top and rougher on the palm. It suited your form. Playful and endearing, but ready and willing to fight.

His was rough all over.

“I got the sense that you’re not a bad guy. And I know if I would’ve pushed hard enough to make you go your way while I went mine, you would’ve let me,” you told him, gently running your thumb along his palm. You didn’t seem to mind his calloused touch. “My instinct said I could trust you, so I came here.”

Something warm wrapped around his heart at your admission. He wondered how long it had been since you put your trust in someone else. “I’m glad you did,” he said, his voice soft. He was glad you accepted his offer.

You smiled before you dug your nails into his hand. “I don’t trust easily, Wolfie. Don’t make me regret it,” you whispered.

A whispered threat is often more terrifying than a scream.

“I won’t, Little Red,” he promised, his voice at the same level as yours as he leaned in closer. “But while we’re on the subject of things given and earned, don’t break my heart.”

He heard the air leave your lungs as you loosened your grip and laughed, a sweet, beautiful sound. “You can’t give me your heart.”

“Why not?”.

“Because you’ve known me for a day and part of that was spent killing and burying a guy. That’s not romance. That’s a murder. What love story starts with murder?”

Ours.

Bucky tilted his head like he was actually trying to think of another couple. “Technically, it started when you came into my territory. So our story actually began with you trespassing,” he smiled.

“And it continued with you stalking me. Trespassing, stalking, murder. Just a day in the life of a shifter,” you teased before your smile fell. “Even if you’re joking, why would you give your heart to me? I haven’t done anything to earn it.”

“Because I know you don’t trust easily and you still took a chance by coming here,” he replied. You chose to walk beside me. “So if you can give me your trust, why am I not allowed to give you my heart?”

“That is different!” you said, booping his nose with your finger. “I know you’re attracted to me and I suspect you don’t open up to many people either, but wanting me and wanting me are two different things.”

He brought a hand to the nape of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I can do whatever I want with my heart,” he whispered, closing his eyes when your breath touched his lips. “I just need to hear you say you won’t break it.”

A heartbeat passed before you spoke. “I won’t break your heart, Wolfie.”

Thank you.

Bucky wanted to close the gap and kiss you. It would’ve been easy to lay you down in the dirt and indulge himself in the warm haven between your thighs. But he would let you take the first step. If you were willing to trust him, he could calm his primal urges until you allowed him to unleash them.

“I think I want to play tomorrow,” you said, leaning back slightly and breaking the temporary spell he was under. “What’s there to do around here? Besides each other?”

The deep rumble in his chest only made you smirk. “Why do you keep teasing me?”

“Because it’s fun,” you said with a lift of your shoulder. “I’m not teasing you just to tease you. I very much plan to let you wreck me and I’ll happily welcome you into my mouth and pussy.”

Fuck. She’s trying to kill me.

“I may sit on your face for good measure,” you added, resting back on your hands again. You didn’t quite open your legs, but the stance was wider than before. “You strike me as someone who gets very hungry.”

Bucky ran his teeth along his bottom lip. “And you strike me as the type who’d ride my face to indulge me.”

“Oh, I would. And I’ll make you wear a flower crown while you show me what you can do with your tongue.”

Suddenly flower crowns are my favorite thing.

“I’d say it’s time to eat, but that’s maybe the wrong choice of words!” Steve called out from the other end of the garden.

Fucking punk and his fucking-

“Why are you yelling?!” Bucky shouted back as he threw up his hands. “Why don’t you walk over like a decent human being and tell us?”

“You’re yelling back at me!” Steve pointed out as your shoulders shook with laughter. “And I’m not walking over there when you two are seconds away from going at it.”

“We won’t go at it today, Steve!” you announced, giggling still as you pushed yourself up and dusted the dirt from your legs. “We’ll wait until tomorrow before we cause more havoc. I think we caused enough for today.”

He chuckled after a moment. It had been a day. “We’ll be right there, Steve,” he said, shaking his head as he watched his friend hurry away. “Punk.”

“I like him,” you said, taking his hands to pull him up. “You never answered my question. What’s there to do around here?”

“There’s a pond not too far from here that’s pretty much ours at this point. No one else really goes there,” he said, adjusting the crown so it stayed on his head.

An amused look crossed your face, but you quickly let it fade. “Maybe we can go for a swim,” you suggested before you turned on your heel. “Maybe I’ll even let you chase me.”

“You’ll let me chase you?” he asked, taking in how good you looked in his shirt. It somehow made the curves of your body more tempting than before. “Hunt you down?”

“If you’re good,” you said over your shoulder. “If I do decide you can chase me and you catch me, you can have me then and there. On one condition.”

Bucky had to will his cock not to twitch. How could he make time go faster? “What’s that?”

“Don’t laugh,” you warned as you turned back toward him. Your finger tapped against your thigh before you lifted your chin. “I want a warm blanket when I go to sleep tonight.”

He didn’t laugh at your request. He wouldn’t dream of it. But it did surprise him. It was a simple ask, but maybe it was much more significant in your eyes. “You can have my bed and the blankets on it.”

“You’re giving me your bed?” you asked, your eyes widening as he nodded. “No, I’m not making you sleep somewhere else just because I’m staying the night. We’ll share your bed. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Thank you, Wolfie,” you said.

“You’re welcome, Little Red.”

You tapped your thigh again with a small smile. “Can you show me your bed before we eat?”

“Sure,” he smiled, motioning for you to go with him. There was a spring in your step as you walked beside him and he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when he let you into his small hut. While everyone used the common area for living, they also had their own sanctuary for privacy and sleep. “This isn’t much, but-”

You darted past Bucky and launched yourself onto his bed. With a happy sigh, you rolled back and forth, your body eventually touching every inch of the mattress, blankets, and pillows. He didn’t ask what you were doing or why because he sensed your happiness.

He wasn’t about to interrupt that.

You sat up with a grin once you stopped. “Now that you have my scent all over your bed, we can eat,” you said, skipping over to grab his hand.

You’re possessive of me, too.

“I’ll give you the grand tour of the hut once we’re done,” he joked.

“Looking forward to it,” you said with complete sincerity.

Just like he was looking forward to having you around a little longer.

What do we think? Wolfie hunting Little Red down? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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scentedpepper · 4 months ago

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Embered Metamorphisis

JASPER HALE X WEREWOLF!GN READER

● gif by @goodomcns

Summary: The aftermath of transfroming into a giant, raging wolf isn't kind to you --yet, your sworn enemy is.

Content Warnings: Uhhhh, descriptions of bones cracking, hair sprouting and such werewolf things.

Other Pairings: Sam Uley x GN Reader, Wolf Pack mentioned, Carlisle and Edward mentioned.

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

Slowly slipping back into my twilight phase...

We didn't get enough struggles of being a quileute shapeshifter content so heres your stuggles of being a quileute shapeshifter content

Yeah I'm changing up my format but does that mean that I'm going back and re editing all 8 parts of leon kennedy series —lol

I have a marvel fic written and I literally have no excuse as to why its taking me so long to edit but yk

Heres twilight instead?

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You pulled your eyelids closer to your waterline, the splash of water against your searing hot face felt dull compared to the tear shaped lava dripping down the curve of your back, meeting at the waistband of your boxers and leaving a sour, pungent smell within the fabric.

Your body shook with such agony, that had you been the fragile, human-esqu being that you posed as, your bones would have liquified; bones that turned a delicate peach flower shade of cream.

If you looked up into the mirror in front of you, you were sure, at this rate, you'd see steam floating off the very skin that had stretched and molded itself and grew hair the length of a beanstalk all over your body. But this wasn't the pain that tore apart every neuron in your brain, and rendered you to nothing but a shivering, aching mess.

It was something else, and even with your mind so sluggish, so disoriented and tired that you could easily sleep for several days and your stomach, pouring out gurgling noises of bregrudement that you could barely hear over the own ringing in your ears, ached with its hunger.

You seemed to be grunting to yourself, atop the linoleum flooring of your bathroom that you felt as if your feet were burning holes into. You made your own noises out in passing, brief, in and out moments where your ears tuned back to your surroundings. Huffs. Whistling. There was faint cursing.

Stupid. Fuckin stupid. The voice ran through your foggy mind, an echo of rage.

Your entire body shook with such a powerful force, so dolorous in nature, that your eyes held heavy purple bags beneath them. You squinted them ever further closed, yet the light seeped out from the crevices like tears.

You didn't dare look to the light, it'd be like blinding yourself to the sun because everything now was 10 times brighter, clearer, intense. You heard each beat of your pulse right behind your ears, it wasn't as much 'thump, thump, thump' as a constant noise that felt more like you were vibrating.

It was all the more aggravating, all of it.

Your muscles were spasming beneath you and the longer you stood the more you couldn't feel your toes. The longer you locked yourself in your bathroom, huddled into the furthest corner, the closer you felt death crawling along your own skin.

What are you? That question held such power to pull the rug beneath your feet. Objectively, you knew. Sam had crossed borders to ensure you didn't break the treaty anymore than he already was. And your mind held such a haze that not even now you could clearly decipher what exactly had happened.

The haze acted as a wall between your mind and Sam's, even as he commanded you, tumbled with you through the woods, wrestled you to the forest floor, leaves and broken branches caught in your fur as he snapped and snarled above you; he couldn't see clearly what happened. Let alone explain to you the precise point that your wolfy instincts -because apparently that was a thing you held within your very being- reigned.

All you could recall was a few faces.

Jasper's visage, etched with both horror and regret, staring back at you with rubies -as if you were the monster and not him.

At some point, you could faintly remember him speaking to you from below as his hands fiercely held your snout, telling you to transform back into your usual self. But his face...it spoke volumes at how ready he was to run if not needed, to flee. Like in that moment, the only difference between life and death were the few inches separating you both.

Then there was Carlisle. You don't remember what happened in between but you remembered seeing the struggle in his and Edward's faces as they attempted to hold you down without hurting you and having themselves killed in the process.

With Sam, the memories were clearer, sharper. They kept surfacing like bubbles on a swirly tub.

He too spoke but the difference between him and Jasper was that his were demands, not pleas.

Each plea was so faint against his normal voice -shockingly enough- and you could always recollect his words like a chanting, mantra of those just told a horrific, traumatizing tale.

"Concentrate. " Was what he said.

Your name. Sometimes the shortened version with his southern drawl etched in at the edges.

But your bones didn't ease themselves in molding, twisting, grinding back into their shape until Sam got there. More importantly, that uncomfortable heated feeling of hair pushing itself out from your flesh faded to a shiver.

And your faint memories did not aid the man, who you'd previously held an unimaginable grudge against, in easing you into the subject. So, he stuck to what he knew, what he was sure made the most sense to any half-man, half-wolf in your situation.

Quileute blood. This. That.

Each time you gritted your teeth, clacked them, your canines jarring against each other as he droned on about the treaty, about the vampires, about your time around all of them at once probably being the source of your trigger.

The magic in your blood lit ablaze like gasoline poured onto a pile of wood inside of you. And you didn't understand. Wouldn't for a while until you were coherent, not like this. But the idea of you simply being the one to blame had your mouth pursing shut, biting hard enough to draw that salty copper smell across your tongue.

Subjectively, as you stood in your bathroom, eyelids stapled shut, brain still muddled, body hotter than hot itself. Shaking. Teeth, sharper than usual, still dug painfully into the open wound in your mouth, pulling your lips back harshly.

You didn't know what to call yourself.

Werewolf.

Shapeshifter.

Monster.

They all seemed to mean the same thing.

Vampire.

Cold ones.

Blood sucker.

Those all meant the same too.

Enemy.

Your heart stung at that; painful. Sharp. There was something wet coming down your cheeks but you didn't acknowledge it. Barely registered the sound of your bones cracking from inside, the stretch and pull as tendons and ligaments reformed to shape your humanoid form.

Your teeth didn't let go of your lip as your body continued to reform itself in the correct places, your feet dirtied from the bottoms after you stalked through the woods behind your house, naked and scathed from your only 3rd transformation in counting.

You were not yet adjusted, that much was obvious as the rest of the wolves watched you stumble into your home before you were out of sight. Not because they could smell your shame or the pain you were in, not because your face was still smeared with mud and slobber. But because something struck their ears just then, the sound loud enough to echo from miles behind you and they recognized it for what it was.

A whimper. Pain, so visceral and agonizingly immense you almost keeled forward and gasped for air as soon as the shuddery whine passed.

You'd found your bedroom floor before you clung to the bathroom sink as you were now, the bite doing little but help rid the bitterness and tang on your tongue. The pit of your stomach tightened for a moment as your ears began picking up on your mother's soft shuffling noises and you could tell her exact location, how she fidgeted around on the couch.

But you were again drawn back into yourself and the memories seemed to flash once more as your body convulsed and twisted, feverously hot and unbearably sticky. But each pain felt like pure acid seared against a wound.

There were some parts that you noticed as things changed within your entire human psyche. For instance, the room, your room, smelled differently; it tasted differently. Your eyes, what were usually able to scatter quick glances about yourself yet it came off as completely relaxed and indifferent, your pupils darted as if you had a million things to look at.

This time, your lungs felt small, compressed and with that came each bit of scent the bathroom provided. All of it.

The hint of floral perfume that resided with your sister, most likely used the bathroom beforehand.

The watered-down aloe essence of a bottle of SPF that you guessed to be your brothers because it was strong, closer than the rest.

Then the sweetness of your mother's strawberry cream soap she splashed onto her hair in the morning and onto her skin not long before her eyes were drooping.

The musk of cologne, the sweatiness from the summer night. Some aftershave and others, toothpaste. The mint lingering from it assaulted your olfactories like the taste of charcoal briquettes did your dry throat.

It was everything all at once yet, each scent, noise, sight, touch was distinct. Picked out and pinpointed. You could hear your own heartbeat. You could hear how loudly the door caved a centimeter in its frame when the air from the fan swirled into the vent.

And when the sink began to crumble under your grip it was loud, deafening. A tidal wave and snap made entirely of your own anger. You couldn't bear to look in the mirror. You couldn't bear to lift your head and see a monster looking back at you.

You'd been in this state for hours, every minute, every single second, you could feel the warmth of the blood pumping through your veins, moving each muscle slowly, one by one. You knew the bone structure had settled as you curled in on yourself, facing the wall by the sink.

For the first half hour -though to you it felt like two- your mother had banged against the door, concerned by the slight creak and the heat you emitted through it. She cursed, cried. Stomped. After a while it became nothing but background noise to your ears, the vibrations going ignored against the center of your back, directly underneath her hand.

You heard her steps across the floor and the buzz of the phone line and then Sam but the searing hot pain encapsulating your muscles blocked you from hearing what he was saying; the only two words you picked up was 'let' and 'normal'. In short, he was barking reassuring sentences that were more mumbled than articulated in your ears.

More importantly, you could faintly sense just how long Sam had been on the line with your mother. Time kept going and the more it did, the clearer everything was from the white paint chipping off the door frames, to the noises in your own body.

But the heat never ceased, you couldn't find any salve that stenched and wouldn't flare your instincts even further, and any attempt to scratch yourself in frustration and ease the sting left a burning in your arm and no relief.

You were hot.

Hot.

Wet.

Hot and wet and burning.

You were burning, literally burning. Every nerve, every bit of skin was put on a sensitive scale against the brightest scalding iron fire and it fucking hurt. It fucking hurt so much, the longer it went on, and the longer it did go on, the quicker the seconds ticked by and you dripped and dripped in sweat and you couldn't seek any salvation of cold even as you continue to drown your face, your hair, your seething skin in cold water.

Your body reacted in the worst possible ways, taking every inch of your willpower to not lash out at your family members as they fussed over you in complete and utter worry, turning up the AC to arctic like degrees as they all bundled underneath quilts and heavy sweaters as the rain pattered harshly against the metal roofing.

It took an angry snarl, snapping from your teeth clacking together aggressively in the general direction of your family as their constant pacing, their buzzing over your conditions that they had finally settled. Tried to act like you weren't being tortured by your own cells, membranes, nerves and veins.

Your muscles cramped on multiple occasions in their adjustment and every time, Sam would be through the screen door, speaking loudly over the crashing of thunder and lightning, spouting off nonsense to assure you that, 'it gets better with time, it'll pass, focus on what it feels like to transform back faster'.

And you would cry out to him in rage, telling him to leave, go back home, to shut up, that this was his fault, his doing, and, for a moment, you seemed to scare yourself with just how animalistic your words were, sounding more like a literal wolf than actual human speech.

He was wrong.

Wrong.

All wrong.

This shouldn't be happening.

With nothing to help ease the pain, you'd found yourself, wrenching the knob of the faucet off of the handle and it had shattered with a small zap that you felt against your searing hands.

Again, your body convulsed, your muscles twitched and you heard a shriek in your ears at the piercing stab, the fire that licked your insides in a vicious inferno.

You sat against the flooring of the tub, breathing quick and wheezy, knees bent upward as your arms wrapped around yourself.

Hot. Hot. Hot.

It was always hot.

It was so hot.

So fucking hot that you didn't hear the slight creak of the door opening. Or the light footsteps that moved behind you.

Burning, burning, burning.

The freezing water felt like pebbles poking at your flesh until you could feel the fat beneath your skin being boiled.

You swallowed thickly, hard around the growl gathering in your throat.

Though you were drowning in what would normally feel comfortable and ease the fever swelling your skin, leaving it hot to the touch, instead it felt the same; you held no relief.

But this had worked before, or the pain eased enough that you were able to think without feeling your mind split.

On those occasions, you'd have a single moment of coherent thought before your body began trembling from an aching heat that came over you like a summer fog.

Last night had been the worst of it. Unbearable. Intense. It made your stomach do flips, threatening to spill out what little contents there were. Not even two hours ago you retched up a gallon of stomach acid, black tar-like muck. You shook through another shiver.

Ceramic shards clung to your nails like glue.

You had no care for them as you pressed your face into your knees, hoping, yearning that the water from the shower would return you back to how things were. How they should be. Normal.

A body that wasn't sore, seething. Uncomfortable.

Normal skin. That didn't catch every hue of light in the bathroom or smelled like nothing but the strong detergent used to wash away the bloody pieces of bark from the night before.

You remained with your eyes screwed shut, but you felt how quickly they blinked with need for more water. A need for something below freezing.

You waited.

Hoped.

Prayed.

You wished so hard on your breath that what was supposed to be a chilled drip instead fell like globs of goo, coating your head and shoulder blades.

You waited.

Waited.

Each second ticked and like yesterday, everything was loud again.

You heard the shower curtain crinkle slightly under the water falling freely atop you, it also made an abstract splattering sound as it hit the floor tiles but no longer fell in waves of droplets like it did before, no longer providing the soft chill to your inflamed skin.

Waited.

For your body to cooperate.

To fix itself.

You shouldn't have had to focus.

Focus.

That's the one thing that rattled your brain, pulled back and forth between each, as Sam continued with that word; he spat it out to you like it meant everything, like it should have you focusing. Yet.

Nothing.

Your muscles had ceased in the cramping but you assumed that was the first step in returning to normal.

It was still hot.

Furiously hot.

A raging wildfire.

Tears swam down your cheeks, across your lips, dipping in your mouth and clacking against your teeth and you remained as a lump of nothing in the dark room.

Waiting.

It wasn't the water that did it for you.

It was the loud, bitterly cold, small and circular patch of coolness that soon turned to multiples that struck you. You didn't feel it at first, couldn't decipher what it was you felt, but all the same, you tensed up.

Focused.

In annoyance, your muscles rippled and it put a gasp in your chest as the ice chips -or so they felt like- clanked in onto your back.

Ice.

Someone was putting ice on you.

Someone was touching you.

Someone who wasn't Sam.

It wasn't your mom.

And they were speaking.

But you couldn't hear.

Couldn't make your ears focus just on the voice.

Couldn't force your neck to twist and look as the muscles spasmed beneath the movement.

You couldn't find who spoke to you as they ran their fingers softly along your back.

From your neck and spine to the small of your being.

You couldn't make out a simple sentence either.

You couldn't make out what had happened moments before, only that the water was ceasing and your body was scorching again at the lack, only to abruptly lower to a simmer when you felt something enveloping you entirely. Something cold.

Something that must have smelled familiar yet, sickeningly sweet.

Softer than the air moving around, swishing and swaying as the curtain slid back further.

Something soft.

Something familiar but not quite within your reach yet.

You could almost remember it but in doing so your head began to pound.

Everything was loud; if it weren't you were almost certain that it would be deafening.

But then, with the last drag of each blink, you could feel the anger in you being gradually drowned out by something else, something unfamiliar. An intruder. It made your body jerk, jerk away from the cold source of salvation, jerk from the very thing that was keeping you grounded and your memory on track to forming; it made you feel weak in doing so and at the same time, scared, horrified, but calm. It put you at ease.

Almost.

And again you could smell a sweetness that flooded your nostrils and set the hairs inside teetering away from the rot, the decay. Your body jerked again. Instinctively. Out of your control.

But the cold, the cold that you slowly came to recognition with, held you firm. Limbs they were. Your vision was clouded in and out but they were limbs. Chiseled, scarred arms that felt like an ice statue come to life. Pressed so tightly against you that you began to slack. You began to hear.

"There we go... That's it..." A voice cooed softly, a dulcet soothing tone that rocked through the room and filled your ears; smooth, deep and enticing.

You swallowed harshly, a snarl stuck in the pit of your gut that stung and left you winded the moment your eyes were directed upwards. Your sight blurred instantly but the more you blinked they began to regain life. The wolf of you was being pushed further beneath the surface and the whine of protest inside went ignored for a few seconds.

"Breath and just relax. "

It was him.

Jasper.

It was Jasper.

And this time you could get a better look of him.

There were two, thick lines between his eyebrows that pushed and bulged the skin as he stared down at you in concentration, as if he were attempting to figure out the world's greatest puzzle.

His pupils were a hazy gold.

Almost a yellow.

A pale yellow, mixed with orange.

Red orange.

Almost sunset like.

"It's just me. " Jasper spoke quietly. So quiet, so gentle. Unlike his kind. Something stirred and growled inside you but in doing so Jasper's shoulders tensed and his eyes were narrowed just the slightest. "Just me. " His voice came and wafted.

You hadn't the strength to pick your limp body off of him, only to relish in the cool feeling of his skin against you and when he saw the dark pools of your black eyes clear from the threatening growl the lines above his eyebrows disappeared.

Some sort of moment had passed, a moment where he seemed to have returned to a child-like manner and focused in on you to the best of his capabilities.

"You're burning up. " A cold finger against the heat at your forehead and you jerked back but not roughly enough to leave his arms. Though the wince on your face did.

For the first time since your eyes adjusted, you met his gaze.

Slightly crumbled, Jasper's face relaxed as he offered a slow nod. "Healin' nicely. "

That's right, healing. You hadn't noticed that they were sore until he mentioned it. Scars along your face were slowly going away. "It shouldn't leave a mark. "

But what concerned you was how rough your skin felt. There was a sharp stinging as you slowly relaxed against him, and it stung like needles, and prickled like spines and thorns, the feeling was still dulled despite his cold flesh and the layer of cloth between his and your nearly-bursting skin.The white button up shirt was completely drenched, droplets slid off of the stark creams like shimmering diamonds.

"It's hot. " Was all you could get out, voice hoarse, grating against your tender flesh, torn and pulled in dozens of different directions. You wondered if talking was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Your instincts bubbled to the surface but never quite breached to the point where you snapped and growled.

"I know. " You heard the drop in his throat, the way his breath rolled with his mouth and he bent forward, hand to your forehead, through your hair, pushing the wet strands away from your face.

He watched you intently, gaze scanning for signs that gave hint to your pain.

You closed your eyes tight but his hand slipped lower, down your cheek, and coming to just about your chin. His hand cradled you, making a cold burning under your bones, under your flushed flesh and a wave of want spilled over you that you couldn't wipe away.

"I didn't know it was like this. " It was a whisper.

Your jaw hurt but you tilted to look at him more clearly. It was his touch. His hand.

"This wasn't what I felt from you when you first changed. "

"This is the aftermath. " Another voice. Booming. Louder than his. Slightly indifferent. And both your neck and head pounded painfully as you snapped to see the owner. It was Sam. Standing in the doorway.

Your mind cleared. "You shouldn't be here. " You choked on the second word. Heard a rumble in your head but it subsided when Jasper's large, cold hand pressed firmer to your cheek, bringing you back against him.

He was so soft to you. Too soft.

Sam addressed you. Tone even. "It's forgiven. " His eyes cross Jasper's.

"Just make sure the boys don't find out. " He paused. Thinking. Then. "Be careful. " He repeated. Sam turned to take his leave. His tall frame filled the doorway almost entirely with his size but you thought nothing of him leaving, as there was yet another tremor in your stomach.

Pain, a horrible stabbing type of pain, began shooting from underneath your skin like needles and for a second you forgot of Jasper's existence, forgot of your situation, and curled into yourself in hopes the pain would go away.

It was then you felt his hands encase you, one of your shoulder blades, the other pressing to the small of your back. His fingers dug into the bare flesh and you held onto that as you shook. He felt how the veins rippled the flesh around them and an ache came to him as he reached and tugged you up, the material of his clothes catching against the shower curtain when you finally, after several minutes, allowed Jasper to pick you up, your body pressed entirely to his, and he whispered to you with his usual calmness, brushing away your hair that dripped, and gently told you to breathe.

"In and out. "

If it weren't for the fog swarming your better judgment, you might have found your resolve, snapped and jumped at the sweet gesture. But nothing was going to fight through the high fever, and aching, pungent sting from the very needle pricking every inch of your skin at once.

Jasper tried again.

"Just breathe. "

You sucked air, a short gasp and it was like broken glass sliding down your throat. Painful and nauseating but the moment Jasper's skin dug deeper into your body, holding you tighter than before, easing his embrace by stroking a cold hand along the length of your arm and slipping further downward.

"In and out... Slowly. "

The burn on your skin stopped abruptly and you heard him say "there" but it felt weird.

At ease, the moment you began breathing slowly, his cold digits like magic against your arm, traveling gradually, in circles, all the way up to the bend of your neck and just the very corner of your jaw, and then falling to your thigh and repeating the same motion. It was soothing. Like your muscles didn't know what to do with themselves.

"Are you better? " The voice bounced against his chest and you weren't quite sure how, but you managed to nod, the action causing the world to spin. Jasper nodded back at you, gaze in that constant look of concern, as if he'd never been worried a day in his life. "Do you want to stay here or do you want me to take you somewhere else?"

A low and rather aggressive growl surfaced in the back of your throat and you felt your limbs all come to a standstill and tremble. Jasper's body tensed as he looked to you. All the muscles that were massaging the sting in your body hardened, no longer soft as you wanted.

"Alright, " his eyes didn't waver from you and the golden depths had you staring, he swallowed and sighed out a heavy breath, "it's just me again. Remember that. Okay? Only me. " His voice rumbled his chest and made you feel comfortable again, easy, the boiling in your bones all began to settle.

Still, that anger you felt inside continued with that growl that made him ever so tense, ever so weary. You could feel his body lean back, situating into the curve of the tub. "I'm alone. " Jasper whispered now, lowering his head to yours, cheek to your forehead and your eyelids slid half-way down, pupils dilating just the slightest, "Breathe. " He said. "Deeply. " The tip of his cold nose brushed along the space of your skull and for a moment it appeared as if he contemplated his actions but continued on.

There you could smell the strength of his scent with an underlying sweetness to his dead flesh, the scent of a vampire; still, you didn't jump or shove him off. And he exhaled the biggest breath you had ever seen a vampire take.

He did this several times, took several deep, calming breaths. As if it were to sedate your beast within, that monstrous, ravenous hunger that lay buried beneath the confines of your now flesh and bones, but far beyond control of your own.

Eventually you caught the air without it stabbing into your lungs like those needles and his arm moved to become wrapped, almost entirely, completely around your chest, and pulling you firmer to him, moving from the crook of the bath to the center of the room, sliding in a motion so inhuman and smooth, past the wash rack and the closet, to the wall, leaning your sore back against the plaster. You leaned. Not just leaned, but collapsed against him as your body relaxed.

So strange, so inhumane and entirely disgusting at the fact that a vampire, an immortal, the vilest, putrid stench to nature, could make you feel so comforted, so tranquil, and ease all the pains you had felt.

As if the moon had begun shifting its cycle of phases while in his arms, you found yourself staring into his eyes, watching the shadows of darkness become your savior.

The pressure in your head was gone, the aching and pinching in your bones were coming to a comfortable stand still, leaving you numb in parts, and full of an incredible urge to drift off into the darkness, where you felt more... At ease.

Jasper's gaze swept over your flushed features and he slowly reached to push the loose strands of hair from your face, fingers caressing your cheek bone and over the prickled skin on your neck and slowly, down to your left shoulder.

Your collar bone.

"Is it any better?" A whisper to your ears. Rough, jagged along his cold tongue and you fought the urge to show your teeth back.

"Yeah. " It was the first word that came to you, coherent, but the word itself sent a sharp pain up the muscle and you winced visibly. Jasper's eyes searched your face once more but never directly met yours.

When your heart began spazzing for his affection, you bit your tongue.

"Don't try to talk anymore. Rest. " His voice was soft and the muscles below your flesh rippled as he acted as a crutch on the way to your bedroom. It was at the end of the hall and to the right.

At the door his nose wrinkled, as did the skin along his upper lip, but he said nothing of the burning smell of wet dog.

His steps were swift as he carefully positioned himself through the threshold.

You stumbled to your mattress and fell weakly at the foot of it, Jasper's grip loosening and fingers unfurling from your flesh.

You settled into the cooled sheets and watched him intently as he carefully closed the door behind him. You only lifted your torso and crawled on your knees up to the pillows and got lost in there. They hid your flushed, irritated body against the rough surface.

Jasper stood for what felt like a long time near the door, standing by your closet and watched. You were too exhausted to think, it was nearing the start of daylight outside, and your eyes shut involuntarily, each blink longer than the last.

You were so tired but the anger persisted even when sleep took you. You dreamt not.

Unintentionally, you fell asleep.

For Jasper, however, he stood for several minutes just staring at your still body.

All was quiet and peaceful, the world outside was just wakening with the sounds of the birds, and the leaves were still, unmoving, but the air was dry. Just a couple of hours ago and this same place was like a cave. Smelling of beasts, of fur and musk, the woods themselves had a strong scent in this area, yet it changed suddenly.

To normalcy. And he wasn't quite sure how he felt, what the rest of the family, of his brothers and sisters, his mother and father would say when he returned smelling of dog.

The type of dog that sought to cease their existence.

Their natural doom.

The very dog that'd nearly tore their heads from their bodies days prior.

However, being this close to you and noticing the increase in hormones among all other smells, though, for the most part, the odor was horrendous, more specifically, that you were feeling better, not dying or in any more pain, was enough for Jasper to ignore anything else.

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A little blankie I sewed myself using the cute thylacine print flannel that @wolfies-toys found for me! It's not perfectly square, due to the extra stretchiness of the soft star fabric it was reeeeally hard to keep the sides straight. But it turned out nice enough! Good to snuggle with, and just right for swaddling a thylacine.

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ja3hwa · 2 years ago

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Day 23 : Creampie/Breeding - San

「Title」 : Not so Harmless

「Word count」 : 1.21k

-> Genre: Smut, Fluff, Fantasy au

Paring: Werewolf!San x Bunny Hybrid!Reader

[Warnings] : Mention of sex pollen. Dub-con (you know cause sex pollen and all). Swearing. Dirty talk. Unprotected sex (Don't do this) mention of knotting. Werewolf talk (knots, mate, presenting etc.). Oral (reader receiving). Multiple orgasms. Hair pulling. Lots of bodily fluids. Some clit play. Let me know if I missed anything.

Note : This is part two, of a fic I wrote a while back and decided it would fit this todays theme ♡ you can read part one -> [Here]

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“The-The flower. It’s a lascivious toxin.” You practically moan out, leaning back so San’s body and the table trap you. You feel so hot, sweat beading down your forehead. He looks at your with confusion, feeling himself grow with worry and lust. He can smell you dripping, but he shakes the thought, trying to make sure you are okay first.

“W-what does that mean Sweets?” He asks, bringing his hand up to hold the back of your neck.

“Argh, It’s a toxin that makes you horny San!!” You look at him dead in the eyes, frustration taking over. “It makes you very…” You grind your hips against his. “Very…” You do it again. “Very horny…”

“Oh…” I mean at least you are not actually in pain, well the bad kind anyway.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” You panted feeling Sans's tongue lap at your dripping cunt, his fingers deep inside you. The pace was slow, maybe a bit too slow for your liking, but you were so sensitive you couldn’t help but want to come at the smallest of actions.

“You gonna cum again baby? You want to make a mess for me?” San smiled against you with a wolfy grin, picking up the pace with his thrusts just slightly, enough to tip you over the edge. Your grip on San's dark hair, loosens, finally feeling better. Maybe the toxin has finally left your system. San sat up, wiping his mouth while studying your figure. Concern mixed with lust. He wanted, needed to know you were okay. “How are you feeling baby.”

You sat up so you were crossed-legged in front of San while he sat on his knees. You were about to reply with a confident ‘I feel so much better’ but all of a sudden the sharp pain and heat bursts through your body again. How could this be? You had an orgasm, well more like four now, why aren't you feeling better? Tears began to form, as you feel an overwhelming sense of anxiousness and frustration.

“S-San I think. I think I need something more…” You felt strange asking your lover for sex. You didn’t want to make him feel like you were using him. San sat there for a moment thinking, and then a sudden thought came to mind. Something Yeosang had told him about heats and mating cycles. He said that no matter what you do the heat will only go away once the knot is performed. So maybe…

“That's it!” San chirped a little too loudly making you suddenly jump at his burst of energy.” I just need to knot you.” his words made you blush as if it was taboo for him to speak about knotting. It wasn’t like you haven’t don’t that with him yet, but him saying it so mundanely made your fluffy ears twitch.

“This isn’t a heat though… How will you cumming insi―” Your brain clicked, remember a word or was it a phrase, who knows, but your Herbology book said something about sex toxins needing another partner to cure, but you didn’t think it meant their seed. You pushed yourself up, further on the bed before turning around, sticking your ass up in the air and head into your pillow. “Breed me Sannie..”

Did San just die and go to heaven. His mate. His sweet little bunny, presenting for him while asking to be bred. Oh yeah, he is definitely in heaven. His cock twitched in his boxer, making the fabric get tighter around his thick length. His body was moving faster than his brain, crawling onto the bed so his hands could reach out for your hips. He pulls his boxers down so his cock can slide again your cheeks spreading his precum between them. Some of his slick gets on your cotton tail too, making you shiver. You push your hips into him, feeling the tip of his cock grazes your entrance. You needed him so badly. You felt like you were going to combust.

"Sannie, please. Please hurry, " you begged desperately, wiggling your hips more aggressively in order to try and get a bigger rise out of him.

"My sweet baby. All you needed was my knot to fill you, hmm?" His growl that erupted from his chest sounded animalistic, predatorial. "I'll give you just what you need."

His cock thrusts deep inside you in one motion, your slick being a great source of lubricant. You were already screaming, gripping the sheets in desperation. He didn't wait for you to adjust like he normally would. No, the snap of his hips was nothing but hard, fast, and deep. Hitting every spot you needed in order to make you see stars.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You chanted, tears running down your cheeks, soaking the pillow below you. His hand landed a harsh smack on your ass, making the soft flesh turn a nice shade of pink. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out. You were going to explode any second, and when San's hand snaked down to your clit to apply pressure to your sensitive bud you knew you were done for. "SAN!!"

"I know baby. Come for me. Make a mess on my cock." His soft voice melted off his tongue, soothing you over the edge. Your vision started to become blurred, fearing to be blacked out entirely. San was now so close, sitting up straight he grabbed both sides of your hips in pound himself inside you at an inhuman pace. Sensitiveity surged through you as San chased his own high and after a few more thrusts he felt himself spill into you. His hips stutter until they completely stopped, his cock was still deep inside for a moment while you both collected yourselves. And to your happiness the pain that had consumed you was now finally gone.

“Oh Fuck…” San growled under his breath as he pulled out of you slowly. He watched his cum mixing with your own, staring at it while it started to spill out of you. It dripped down your thigh, making San’s cock twitch. You turn to look back and see San was already hard again.

“You got to be kidding me.” You panted with a light-hearted half-smile.

“I can’t help it. Not when I have such a beautiful view in front of me.” His fingers swiped up the slick from your thigh, pushing it back into your sensitive hole. You mewled at the feeling, trying to get away from him, but he just grabbed your hips in order to spin you around. Your legs on either side of him, being kept open by his thighs. His fingers keep pushing his cum back inside you, enjoying the way it looks when comes back out.

“S-San” You moaned rolling your hips, starting to feel hot and bothered again. he leaned over so he was caging you against the mattress, his nose nuzzling against your neck while his hand brushed over your long fluffy ears. His words make you shiver;

“Don’t worry baby. I’m not don’t with you just yet.”

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ivys-thick-juicy-thighs · 2 months ago

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Where the Delicate Stops- IV x Fem!reader/MC

An “In The Low Light” one shot. For now.

Notes: alright folx, I want you to read this very, VERY carefully. This is *technically* part of In The Low Light, but it’s much farther along in the plot than where we are with officially released chapters. There is no real plot in this, nor any character names (aside from IV), so it can be viewed as a stand alone piece for now. I wanted y’all to have something to gnaw on while I work on chapter 3. Once we reach the proper point in the plot I will re-label this as a half chapter so it fits into the right spot. Quality control by the lovely @365granitegirlx thank you as always, Wolfie.

That being said, this is SMUT. MDNI.

Tags etc: IV x fem!reader/MC, established relationship, first time, hand kink, fingering, nipple play, hand on throat but no squeezing, mirror stuff??, fem nicknames (love, baby, princess, good girl), heavy language (but c’mon it’s smut what do you expect), diabetes inducing fluff, it’ll make you cry out your eyes and down your thighs.

Word count: 2951

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I was sitting on my kitchen counter with IV standing between my knees, his hands on my hips, and his lips on my neck leaving soft whispers of kisses. My hands had found their way into his hair, and tugged gently at the nape of his neck. His breath shudders against my skin, and I feel his teeth graze me.

“IV…” my voice is quiet, just above a whisper. He hums against my neck as he leaves an open mouthed kiss on the corner of my jaw. “I think I’m ready. For you.”

He freezes, and his fingers flex against my lower back. He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, and I see his pupils are blown wide, his eyelids half open. He brings a hand up to cup the side of my face. “What exactly are you saying, love?” His voice is husky, gravelly. He leans closer, brushing his lips against mine, and my breath catches in my throat. I tighten my fingers in his hair, and pull him closer, deepening the kiss. He groans softly as his tongue moves against mine, and we stay like this for a few minutes; lost in one another. I catch his lower lip in my teeth as I pull back to speak.

“I’m saying I want you to make sweet, sweet love to me.” I drag my hands down his chest, across the hard planes of his body, and slip my index fingers into the waistband of his pants. “I’m saying I want you to ravage me.” I pull him closer to me and he captures my mouth with his again.

The kiss is hungry, all tongue and teeth, and his hands squeeze around my hips. I slip my hand up under the hem of his shirt and push the fabric up slightly. He steps away to pull it over his head, and I catch myself getting lost in his beauty. Tattooed skin over taught muscle, a few scars here and there, and a faint happy trail disappearing under his waistband. He catches my gaze, and smirks at me. “You like what you see, love?”

I jump off the counter, and step closer to him, scraping my nails against his skin lightly as my hands move up his chest to rest on his shoulders. His hands slide under the hem of his hoodie I’m wearing and splay across the small of my back. I place a kiss to the center of his chest, and meet his eyes. “Baby, I think you’re divine.” His expression is overtaken with my favourite smile, the one that creates those little crinkles at the edges of his eyes.

He bends down and scoops me up by the back of my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I place a small kiss on his lips, both of us smiling into it. He turns and walks to my bed, in its place in my living room, and sits on the edge with me straddling him. His mouth finds its way to my ear and the words come out soft as he breathes out. “Do you trust me, love?” He begins trailing searing open mouthed kisses down my neck, pausing to leave small bites in my skin.

I struggle to find my words, my mind made blank by the sensation of his mouth on me. The words fall out of me on a blissful sigh. “Yes…I trust you.” At this he slowly pushes up the fabric of his hoodie, his fingertips against my skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulls it off over my head, and tosses it on the floor. I shiver from the slight chill in the air, my thin camisole and pajama shorts doing little to keep me warm. His hands are back on my body, and they seem to be everywhere at once. I pull his mouth back to mine, and all of my senses are consumed by him. His taste, his touch, his smell, the way he groans in the back of his throat as my nails scratch at his scalp. How his pupils have taken over his eyes when I draw back from him. “You’re so beautiful.” I can’t stop the words from rolling off my tongue. It’s the truth.

He releases a breathy laugh, and rests his forehead against mine. “You’re killing me here, love.” He brings a hand up to cup the side of my face, pushes his fingers into my hair, and pulls my mouth back down onto his. I’m left breathless as his tongue rolls against mine, exploring every crevice of my mouth. He pushes his fingers under the hem of my camisole and pulls back slightly. “Can I take this off?” I pull him back to me as I breathe out an emphatic yes. He quickly removes the garment, tossing it who knows where, and his mouth is on my chest. One of his arms wraps around my waist while the other makes its way around to cup my breast. He leaves desperate kisses on my skin, and suddenly his lips are wrapped around my nipple, his tongue swirling tantalizing circles around the sensitive bud. My head falls back as I gasp at the onslaught of sensation, my fingers pull harshly at his hair, prompting him to use his teeth. A thrill floods through my body, straight down into my core. He releases my skin with a gentle pop, and I tip my head forwards so our eyes meet. “Can you stand up for me, love?” I grant him this, simply standing between his parted knees, my hands still resting on his shoulders. His hands glide down to rest on my hips, his fingers dipping below the waistband of my shorts. His eyes bore into mine, and he leaves a single kiss against my lower stomach. “Can I?” He softly snaps the elastic my shorts against my skin to emphasize his question.

I laugh softly, and nod. “Yes, please do.” My hands always seem to find their way into his hair. He pulls my shorts and panties down my legs, and I step out of them, his eyes never leaving mine. They seem to be searching for some sign of hesitation or second thoughts. I hold his face and, bending down to kiss him briefly, I look deeply into his eyes. “I want this, you don’t have to worry about me.”

He places a small kiss on my palm, and studies me for a moment. “If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word, and I’ll stop. You are fully in control of this.” He holds me by my hips, his touch anchoring me to this moment.

I stand back up, and nod. “I know.” He leans forward and places a few small kisses against my stomach, but stops and stands up.

He grabs my chin between his fingers and forces me to make eye contact. “Do you feel safe with me, love?”

“Yes, I feel safe with you.” My stomach erupts with butterflies. The anticipation is killing me. I feel a fire ignite inside me.

“Sit on the bed, right in the center, a little away from the head board. Face towards the mirror. Wait for me,” there’s a slight stern tone to his voice and he raises his eyebrows at me. “Got that?”

“Yes.” My voice is barely more than a breath. He bends down and kisses me fiercely for just a moment, and pulls away, releasing my chin. I follow his instructions, and wait for him. I watch as he readjusts my standing mirror so that it’s turned directly towards the bed. When he steps away I can see myself perfectly.

He turns to face me and reaches down to his belt, undoing it and his pants. He pushes them down, stepping out of them, leaving him clad only in black boxer briefs. He climbs on the bed and settles behind me, his legs on either side of mine. His hands slide in between my thighs, and gently push out. “Open for me, baby.” I open my legs and he loops his around mine, pinning them down to the bed. He takes both of my hands and places them under each of his thighs and presses his legs down on them. “Keep these here, squeeze as hard as you need to. Lean back against me….just like that. Relax baby, let me do all the work.” The feel of his body against mine is enough to feed the fire inside me. When his arms wrap around my body and his hands find their way to my chest, I can’t hold back the small moan that escapes my mouth. I feel my cheeks flush, and I feel embarrassed for a moment until he says “You make such pretty sounds, love. Don’t hold back. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.” His fingers pinch and twist at my nipples and each one sends a bolt of lightning through my body. One hand trails down and begins massaging over my thighs, and the fire within me grows evermore. His hands on me are like a drug. I can never get enough of them. I need them like I need his mouth.

I crane my neck to the side searching for him, and he grants me what I seek. Our mouths move ferociously against one another, our tongues moving in tandem. He swallows my moans, and I breathe his. I can feel the hard ridge of his erection pushing into my back, how it twitches with each sound I make. His hand is still massaging the inside of my thigh, and his fingers brush against my most sensitive part. My breath shudders and I gasp against his lips. “I can’t take it anymore. Touch me, please, IV. Please, please, please. Touch me.”

He groans and brings his hand to his mouth, sucking in his middle and ring fingers. He pulls them from his lips, a small string of saliva stretching between his digits and his mouth. “I’ll go slow, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” His fingers ghost over my clit, and the faint sensation drives me wild. My body bucks up into his hand desperately searching for more, and a loud moan pulls from my throat. He traces delicate circles over the sensitive bud before sliding his fingers down and gently pushes just the tips in. I can only enjoy the feeling for a second before he pulls them back out, returning to swirling those soft circles. Within minutes, I am a writhing whining mess. He repeats this same pattern, without end: feather light pressure and barely pushing in.

My body has a mind of its own, rolling up against his hand, constantly chasing his touch. I need more. Now. “Ffffffffuuuuuck…babyyyyy,” his fingers push in again and my thoughts falter. My hands squeeze against the muscle of his thighs, my nails digging in slightly. He releases a small hiss followed by a moan against my hair. The fire inside me is now a raging inferno.

His voice is strained, and the words come out as a plea. “What do you need, love? Tell me. Use your pretty words.”

“More. I need more.” The desperation in my voice would be humiliating at any other time.

“More of that what, baby?” There’s a teasing tone in his voice, and it drives me crazy.

I groan in frustration, “Fuck! More pressure. Deeper, please!”

“That’s it, good girl.” As a reward his fingers press down on me harder, and it rips a keening moan from my throat. When he pushes his fingers in up to the base and curls them against me, I clench hard around them. A tension begins to build in my lower belly, and my breaths leave me in ragged moans. After a few more minutes of this torturous pattern, I can no longer think. I feel his breath on my ear as he speaks. “Are you close, love?” My response is a desperately gasped yes! “Cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you squeeze around me, feel how wet you get. You’re so beautiful, princess. Show me how good I make you feel.”

With this, the tension inside me snaps, and when his fingers push in again, my vision goes white behind my eyelids and I convulse with each thrust of his fingers. He keeps them pushed in, to the knuckle, repeatedly curling them against that tender spot inside, each brush of his fingers sending a shock of electricity down my legs. He continues his ministrations through my orgasm, my body rocking and bucking against his hand all the while. When he begins to pull his hand away, I quickly pull my hand out from under his leg and place it over his. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.” I slide his hand back down to my quivering pussy, and guide his fingers back inside.

The groan that leaves him is pure sin. “Oh my fucking god, baby, you’re so sexy.” As he pulls his fingers back out and begins rubbing firm and fast circles on my clit again, I place my hand back under his leg. When he goes to push back in, he adds a third finger, the stretch causing my body to arch against his arm still giving attention to my chest. A loud animalistic moan tears from my throat, my eyes falling shut, and I feel his hand move from my chest to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but he applies a gentle yet firm pressure. “Look at yourself, baby. Do you see how fucking incredible you are? Do you see yourself how I see you, now? Look.” I open my eyes and look at our reflection in the mirror, my mind reeling at what I see. His arms wrapped around me, one hand on my throat, the other on my pussy. The gone expression on his face as he watches us in the mirror, my face matching his as my body jerks with pleasure. The way his fingers disappear inside me. This image will be burned into my mind for the rest of my life. His words send shivers down my spine as he breathes them against my ear. “You think that I’m divine, darling, you’re a fucking goddess.” With this, he gives a particularly firm thrust of his hand, pressing into my g-spot, and I feel my second orgasm begin to build. The sensation of his hand slowly dragging across my slick skin, and his fingers stretching me open soon becomes all I can think about and feel. My breath leaves me in rapid motion, and tension builds in my body, my legs shaking with each swirl of his fingers against my clit. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, a long drawn out moan pulling from my throat. Once again his words come as a hot breath on my ear. “Do you feel loved by me, darling?”

“Yes, I feel loved by you, IV!” I gasp the words as my climax begins to hit. “FUCK!! I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum!” My nails dig harshly into his thighs, and my mouth hangs open as a high keening whimper releases from my lips.

“Cum for me, princess. Let me feel you fall apart in my hands.” My wish is his command, and my orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami. I ride the waves for what feels like eternity, the drag of his skin against my most delicate parts a tantalizing delicious treat. As the tides of my climax begin to recede, the strokes of his hand slow too. I bring my hand back to rest on top of his when it comes to a stop. He releases my legs from his, and I bring my other arm out to rest on his other arm, as it wraps tighter around my torso. I close my legs around both of our hands, enjoying the warmth spreading through my body. He presses countless kisses against my neck and shoulder, anywhere he can reach, until I’m a giggling mess. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. I love you so much. Thank you for trusting me enough for that.”

I turn to face him and pull my hand out from between my thighs to hold his face as I pull him closer to mine. We share a tender, drawn out kiss, just enjoying the feel of each other. I pull away breathless, and rest my forehead against his cheek. My hand once again has found its way into his hair. “I love you more. And now I want to return the favour.” His erection is still pressing into my back, and by now it must be feeling painfully hard.

He presses a kiss to my temple and hums against my skin. “As much as I would like that, I think we’ve gone far enough for tonight, love. I’ll be alright. I don’t want to push you too hard. Not yet, anyway.” A teasing tone colours his voice with the last sentence, and we both fall into a fit of soft laughter. He pulls his hand out from between my legs, and scoots off the bed, turning to hold his other hand out to me. I take it, and we both go into my small bathroom to clean up.

When we come back out, we turn down the lights and crawl under the blankets. He pulls me to him, and peppers my face with kisses before tucking me into his chest. I nuzzle against his skin, and wrap my arms around his waist. We whisper our “I love yous” into the dark, and drift off to sleep for the night.

#In The Low Light bonus scene #In The Low Light fic #sleep token iv smut #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token smut #sleep token iv #sleep token #sleep token one shot #what a lovely necklace #what them hands do???

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majorproblems77 · 8 months ago

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Hey Linked Maze fans! It's me! :D

Another update another ramble from yours truly! :D

I love the smol updates just as much as the large ones cause it gets me thinking ngl. Makes me wonder what's gonna happen next!

(Especially in situations like this)

Okay enough from me

A link to the comic page can be found here! Please do go and check it out and give it a lil reblog to show your support! It's wonderful.

Importantly!

Linked maze belongs too @linked-maze and its creator @frulleboi. if you've not seen it note that it's for more mature audiences! :)

without further ado!

You might not need snacks for this one, but get some water, I know you need some right now. Got some? Awesome, let's begin!

We start with this panel!

First off the saturation of the image, we know that wind's outfit is like blue blue. So it's interesting to see it so discoloured. Makes me wonder if this is how wolfy sees generally or if it's just in wolf form.

(Ha you thought I was gonna go straight to the sents right, nope :D)

But now I will

So we can see 3 colours here. A reddish pink, A purple, and cream? I'm gonna call it cream.

So this confirms something

Three people have had enough contact with this object to leave an impression.

And here we can see two of them

If im understanding this correctly, Red belongs to Sky. The purple belongs to this second figure who I am going to assume is Zelda.

Also who I can assume is Wolfie seeing this red in his eyes. A cool touch!

A visual representation of whose scent he is following I can only assume., which would defo be useful later. For like when we oh I dont know

Go looking for the cream-coloured scent owner?

This is the only frame we see this cream-coloured scent. So I'm gonna call this now and assume that this scent belongs to Angel or djævel. Probably Angel since she's the one we've seen wandering around collecting the hero's items.

He sniffin

it's the windy boi

I love him, your honour

Also totally not Wolfie pretending that sword isn't his.

It's not mine what are you talking about :))))))))))

I like this shot, it's very nice.

I am a little worried as to why Warrior looks worried. Surely he must know about dog scenes. and I feel like Wolfy has proven himself by now as to not be a threat to him.

Unless...

Do you think Warrior noticed Wolfy does not smell the sword handle? And smell the random fabric instead.

A sword handle would have the most intense smell of something right? Because of the sweat. So...

Warrior is wondering and now so am I.

This is the face of a man who knows something is up with that wolf

Man is trying to be a good friendo

Warrior dont apologise you smol cinnamon roll it's fine let the kids lead

The mix of the colours here is interesting.

(Totally not me zooming in on the coloured lines to see if I can figure out what colours they are made from)

I see mainly that pinky red here.

But something in me wants to say that there's a little bit of cream in here.

You think they are gonna use the sailcloth to find Angel later? That could be cool. Maybe get Wolfy to smell a bunch of items to build a scent profile for Angel so they can go looking for her later?

Just a thought! let me know what you think! I love doing these and it's great. Thanks again to @linked-maze for the permission to do this. I love doing them.

Thats all tho so I hope you have a wonderful day/night! :D

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wolfie180g · 7 months ago

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Its ok! See? My niece likes it too!

Shit! shit! shit!! Hang on guys I gotta help my sister with her kid! Be right back!

guys! Check out this new plant i bought from the store! It just appeared right after the total eclipse!

#Lsoh #Little shop of horrors #Audrey 2 #Starring my niece who really didnt want to pet the plant. Legit scared. and my sister who is down for dumb photo ops lol #shut it wolfie #wolfie180g #i sold audrey 2 to a local haunted house #Its made with tent polls chicken wire #Buckets and fabric and felt sheets for the leaves that had chicken wire on the back for the shape #I miss building things for Halloween

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wayfayrr · 5 months ago

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Here is the menace with Falling Star. So gather 'round, sit back, relax and please stay in your seat. Kick your feet up and grab some popcorn. Oh, and of course, lest we not forget, enjoy the show.

Here we go with a person from afar. Is as old as the stars and travels from world to world this is Lumine!Reader.

They are really old but nobody can exactly say how old as they look like 16 to 17 and are 158 cm tall.

They normally go by the name "Traveller" as they hide their real name, but since the Chain already has a Traveller.

They took the name "Viatrix".

Their Constellation is called "Viatrix" which means Traveller in Latin.

They have a twin brother, Aether. They are actually inseparable but they got separated by a unknown god named the Sustainer of heavenly principles.

Their abilities also got sealed.

They are a fabulous swordfighter and with their twin they are an unbeatable duo as the cover each others blind spots. But they are stronger than their brother.

From the two of them they are the rational but friendly one.

They are always collected and serious and they will say if they don't like something. They are the calm one of the duo.

But they also the strategist and would be a great detective.

But they love to explore and climb around, even Wild would be surprised how fast they can climb mountains even when it rains, they use their elemental energy and gloves to have a better grip.

But they have to take more breaks then their dear twin brother.

They can dive and jump out of the water like a dolphin and even jump from the water onto land and immediately attack if they have to.

They wouldn't be the most affectionate person and if someone got their heart they would hug and kiss their partner occasionally but not all the time.

They also cook very often, mainly because of Paimon, their guide in Teyvat, as she is always hungry. But since then they began to love cooking.

Reader has chin-length except for two locks of shoulder-length hair framing their face. They also have two light-blue Inteyvat flowers pinned on the right side of their head and two pale blue feathers tucked at the left.

They wear a sleeveless, backless, box pleated white tunic like dress-shirt, which is on back longer than by the front. It's held up by crossed black straps. They wear a long two-tailed scarf, with each tail having a gold, flat diamond-shaped ornament attached to the tip of the tail.

Their legwear consists of angled thigh-high stockings and white ankle-high boots.

They can use different elements, Anemo(Wind, Geo(Earth), Electro, Dendro(Plants) and Hyrdo(Water) as they met the Chain.

Their Song is "Dream Aria" from IONIC.

Reader learned about Yandere Chain and their first escape attempt.

Reader's PoV:

I woke up as Paimon shook me awake and as I looked at her she was covered in blood and looked terrified! I took her in my arms and looked around but only Sky was sleeping beside me in his bedroll.

„When did he change his place? Wasn't he beside Wild over there?“ I thought to myself and looked to the space by the other side of the campfire and me, where Sky laid before.

I stood up with Paimon and walked with her to the river nearby to wash her. She was shivering in fear. I've never seen her like that. We fought multiple monsters and people on Teyvat, so why was she so scared? As I got her out and dried her gently with Anemo she literally stuck to me like glue.

„Paimon, what's wrong? You look like you seen a ghost.“ I looked at her and she has tears in her eyes but she pshed me.

„Don't so loud!! They may hear us!!“ Paimon whisper-shouted at me so I looked confused at her.

„Who Paimon? Who could hear us?“ I whispered back but Paimon just looked at the camp and I understood what she wanted to say.

„The group? What have they done Paimon?“ she pointed into a direction and I sneaked to the direction and saw Wolfie eating bones, human or hylian bones.

The others of the group looked at him and gathered the bloody clothes. They put them in a fabric bag but they were also very bloody if I see through the reflection right. Paimon hid her face in my shoulder and I held it there. Then Wolfie turned into Twilight?! I had my suspicions but never thought I was right. So I sneaked back to the camp.

„Are you crazy!? Why are you going back there!?“ she whisper shouted at me

„I need to get a sword they took mine for "maintenance" probably to make me defenseless!“ I said back and looked around the camp for a sword but the only one here was the Master Sword.

So I tiptoed to Sky and pulled the sword out of her sheath. As I got her I began to sprint into the opposite direction of the group.

„Wait, what about Sky? He is in danger if we leave him there with these lunatics!“ said Paimon worried but scared.

„No, he is one of them. Do you remember as everyone except for Wild went for "hunting"? They never came back with anything of the forest. No squirrels, no deer, no boar or even a bird, but they came back with a meat that was from a horse?“

„Is that why you said we shouldn't eat it!? You thought it was a person!?! Eeek!“

„Well not really, at first I thought they tried to poison us as we are not from Hyrule. I thought they saw us as a threat. But now I know they wanted us to help to get rid of the evidence.“ I explained everything but then Paimon jumped... Uh... floated higher in fear

„But they have Wolfie... Uhm Twilight... Uhhh... They have someone with a good nose! We will be discovered in the matter of days!! Or hours if they are back already.“

„That's why I look for mud. If we cover ourselves with it our scent will be overridden by the mud and he will not know where we are!“

„Good, Traveller. Paimon is scared...“

„I know Paimon. But don't worry, I protect you! I will get us back to Teyvat! I will find Aether! And never return to Hyrule!!“

„Who taught you to speak their language actually? Paimon is curious.“

„It was a knight in-training back then. Aether and I taught him some fast moves with the sword and he taught us his language. His name was "Link" like the boys back there.“

„Do you think they are related?“

„I think, it's more like they are his reincarnations. This eyes... I never forget how he looked at us and how they sparkled when we showed him something new. They have a part of him, I'm sure but thanks to their journeys and upbringings they developed differently than how he was.“ I sprinted more as I saw a mud pond and jumped in with Paimon.

I just bathed her but that doesn't matter right now. Our survival was more important than hygiene right now. I bathed us in mud before taking Paimon and ran into another direction but still away from the camp and the group. I just wished I had my abilities, if I had them I could fly away easily. But now I had to avoid all villages, towns, people, guards and especially the royals and the heroes. If one of them sees me, they will find us and I can't accept that! They scared Paimon to death!

„Spirit of the Sword, I know I'm not a hero of this world, I know I'm not even Hylian or from this world, but please, help me to flee from your crazy wielders!“ I thought to myself while the sword started to emit a blue glow and I saw multiple beacons in the in the horizon, but only I am able to see them as Paimon couldn't see them.

„Thank you, Sword Spirit. With that I can see the group in the distance and avoid them even better. I hope your ready, because I won't hold back when they try to catch and fight me!“ the sword blinked blue before going back to normal. Now I want to save her as well! She doesn't need a bunch of psychos as her wielders! I will take her with me to Teyvat, maybe she will like it and the gods over there are way nicer than Hylia.

This is how Reader's first attempt to flee and they were really good, especially with the beacon on the Hero's Spirit. But they will catch them eventually. Maybe in a dungeon or after entering a portal. But it would be funny if the Chain wouldn't be able to wield Fi anymore because Fi also fell in love with Reader. Just imagine a Yandere Sword Spirit. She may be asleep but her conscience is still awake. So the group would definitely delude themself into thinking that Reader woke up and got attacked. And as we all know Sky is a hibernating bear when he is asleep, took Fi to protect themself and Sky. But they will definitely notice that Paimon is more fidgety around them and that Reader and Paimon talk way more in teyvatian than usual. But they discarded it as soon as Reader mentiones that Paimon isn't feeling well, because of the shadow, which they believe as they can't understand that they plan to run away again but this time to Teyvat. Away from the group forever. But they get the meat for cooking for Paimon and themself and just said that the last meat they had with the group made Paimon sick and they don't want Paimon to feel sick all the time and as the group sees them as Paimon's parental figure so the boys try to fill the other spot, which is hard as hell as Paimon can't understand them and vice versa. Ughh... Why are Yanderes so crazy to handle?

OOOOHHH another genshin reader!!! lumine makes so much sense too - and also???? the way that she's been to hyrule BEFORE????? with aether albeit but she's visited before????????? AND MET A LINK BEFORE?????

Hell with the link described they met WARS before?????? it'd be an interesting take if that is the link - and he just hasn't joined the chain yet, reader could be why he ended up siding with them even

it's a shame the chain are so set on being controlling with them though - they really can be incredibly stupid at times, because sometimes there really are better ways to act. it's good for reader though they aren't like a frog being slowly boiled, they actually know to try to GTFO of the situation there

PLUS FI????? sweet baby yan sword spirit love them so, if they're a yan too though.... maybe there's a way to bond their sword to them... or something happens to their original blade so they can never use it again...

also poor paimon sfvdvgdfgvdszf never getting the chance to learn the language and is just lost there not understanding (i'd say teach em but they would probably let it slip they know the language)

#man I love this one so much #I really wish I had more to add but I'm just????#in awe with what you write /gen #It's such a treat to see you in my inbox menace <333 #the ideas and how you write is just???? so good?????#moss✦answers #yandere linked universe #linked universe #yandere link #yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #menace anon

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tenderleavesbob · 1 month ago

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Whumptober 13/31

No. 13: TEAM AS A FAMILY Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | “Death will do us part.” (Set It Off, Partner’s In Crime)

Warriors was missing. Twilight still had no idea if he had fallen into a trap like Wild or if something had taken him.

His cub was missing. Twilight didn’t know if he was hurt or what dangers were on the other side of that trap. Twilight didn’t know anything.

Time, his ancestor and mentor, was hurt, and he was hurt because of Twilight. He was hurt and a destroyed tunnel was between him and Twilight. Twilight couldn’t check on him or Wind or Hyrule.

Legend was hurt. Twilight had taken off his pelt and wrapped it around Legend’s thin shoulders, but Legend was still shivering. Better than before, but still shaking. Twilight knew to watch for signs of shock, but he wasn’t very good at it. He just knew there were too many types of battle shock, and he was tired of seeing his loved ones suffer from all of them.

Four was wounded, and Twilight only had half a potion to give him. Wild had the rest of their potions in his Slate, their healer was on the other side of the destroyed tunnel, and their medic was missing. Four seemed well enough to smack away Sky’s hands, at least. Twilight took some comfort in that.

Sky… his brother didn’t seem hurt, but the awful anguish in his eyes made him seem like he was bleeding out, anyway. There was pain and guilt twisting his face as he checked over Four’s bruises and Legend’s side. Twilight wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. If it was anyone’s, it was Twilight’s. He was supposed to have such good senses and he didn’t notice when their brother went missing or when Wild ran into danger or when he was setting off a bleeding trap --

Assigning blame wouldn’t help any of them none, though. Not now, anyway. Twilight swallowed back his pained whines and held them close. He would do his best to keep holding them close until he and Wars could huddle in some hole in the wall somewhere and grieve and drink so much they could both pretend they didn’t remember nothin’ the next day.

They had to find Wars first. Find his cub. Get out of here.

“I’m fine,” Four was insisting, shoving Sky’s hands away again. He grabbed his dirty tunic and tugged it back on. His fading bruises vanished under the colorful fabric. “Legend’s resting. We’re okay.” Four glared at Sky and Twilight. “What about you two? I haven’t seen either of you check for injuries yet.”

Twilight backed away from Four’s sharp eyes and raised his hands. There was no denying that Four was small, but badgers were small, too. “I ain’t hurt none,” he said quickly. He should be. He should be the one burned, not Time. Never Time. He should be the one bleeding, not Legend.

“I’m fine, too,” Sky said. He looked pale and tired, all of his hurts tucked close.

Like Twilight’s. Like Warriors’s. Like Time’s and…

Sometimes, Twilight thought that Fate didn’t like their little family none.

Sky was fine, all right. Just like the rest of them.

“We’re all just peachy,” Legend croaked, and Twilight barked a laugh. Hero minds thought alike, he guessed. “Give me a second and I’ll be good to go.”

The remnants of Twilight’s laughter died in his throat. He met Sky’s serious, grieving eyes. Sky shouldn’t look that way, but none of them should look like they looked today.

“I can --” Twilight started.

“Shut up, Twilight,” three voices said. Twilight shut his mouth. Guilt swelled his throat shut. They had a point. Look at the last couple of times he ran off as Wolfie. He still had the scar on his torso.

Would Time have scars from this? Like Wild and Warriors?

“We can’t stay here,” Legend insisted. His voice shook when he spoke, and he looked angry enough to spit nails. “We need to find the others.”

Legend was right, but it was hard to admit it with Legend’s blood staining his clothes and the scent of iron still in Twilight’s nose. Wild and Warriors needed them.

Right then, Twilight thought that they desperately needed Wild and Warriors, too.

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minminyoonjii · 8 months ago

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(lol imagine you writing a fic where bin is fuckin Jiji with a tentacle dildo and then the tentacle monster shows up and fucks them both properly. Or chan being a wolf hybrid and goes into heat without telling the others then just randomly goes around humping their legs)

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🕯Summary: All Jisung had in mind was to get railed by Changbin using a tentacle dildo he purchased online. How would he know that our tentacle fried would get turned on by the humans using a silicon tendril like it's to pleasure themselves?

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"Hyung, I may have bought something," Jisung said, bouncing on the heels of his feet. Changbin raised an eyebrow, " Oh? What is it?" he asked curiously. Jisung gulped, "I'll show you on one condition," he said, ears burning up. Changbin stood up, walking towards Jisung, "Don't hesitate, doll. Tell me," he said, subtly pinning Jisung to the wall. "You can't laugh!" Jisung exclaimed, hearing his heart beat out of his chest.

"Aww, of course," Changbin reassured, trailing his hand to Jisung's cheek. A shiver ran down Jisung's spine, "Okay then, I'll go get it," he said, slipping into his room to get a box. Changbin cooed at Jisung's flustered expression, "Do you need me to open it, doll?" he asked, taking the box from Jisung's hands. Jisung nodded furiously, "I'll be in the room, hyung," he said, closing the door behind him.

"Hyung will come in after, okay?" Changbin chuckled. After Jisung replied with a muffled 'Yes', Changbin opened the box. His eyes widened, a smirk etched on his lips, " Filthy," he groaned, taking out a girthy ribbed dildo. Jisung stripped off his clothes in the meantime, leaving on his precum-stained panties. His heart pounded as his eyes zoned onto the shaking doorknob.

Changbin cracked the joints in his neck, walking into the room, " On your back, " he instructed, locking the door behind him. Jisung did as told, cock twitching beneath the fabric, "Did you see it, hyung?" he whispered, running his fingers through the sheets. Changbin hummed, taking out the dildo, "More than just saw, doll. Hyung felt it, imagined it stretching your pretty little hole," he rasped, trailing his hand up Jisung's calves.

" Fu-uck," Jisung whined, bucking his hips. Changbin chuckled, holding the tip of the dildo, "Can you imagine it yourself, doll? Imagine this ribbed dildo rubbing exactly where you need it," he said, tracing Jisung's clothed bulge with the dildo. A desperate moan slipped past Jisung's plump lips, " Please, please, please, " he pleaded, digging his nails into the sheets beneath.

Changbin sighed, feeling his cock harden at the sight, "Don't worry, doll. Hyung's got you," he said, tugging down the skimpy panties hiding Jisung's drippy cock. " Mhm," Jisung moaned, his body trembling from the chill air engulfing his length. " So messy already," Changbin cooed, wrapping his hand around Jisung's wet cockhead. "Maybe we should try sounding for your pretty cock, doll. Can't have you leaking when we're in public," he chastised, swiping his thumb between Jisung's slit.

" Hyung," Jisung whimpered, embarrassment burning under his skin. Changbin chuckled, "Is my little doll embarrassed? You shouldn't be embarrassed about something true," he hummed, using the tip of the dildo to tease Jisung's sopping slit. " Oh, ah, ah, ah," Jisung gasped, pleasure coiling within his abdomen. A smirk remained etched on Changbin's lips, "Look doll, look at how your wet cock slick up this gorgeous toy," he said, thrusting the dildo between Jisung's slit, drenching it in his dribbling precum.

Jisung bucked his hips, " Please hyung, need it in. Need it in so bad," he sobbed, craving to feel every inch of the dildo deep within his tummy. Changbin groaned, palming his throbbing cock, " On all fours, " he growled, blinking back the lust coating his mind. Jisung keened, instantly getting into position. " Good boy, " Changbin praised, spreading apart Jisung's thick ass.

A laugh bubbled from Changbin's throat, "You filthy little whore . Hyung knows a prepped hole when he sees one, doll. Did you think hyung wouldn't notice?" he asked easily slipping two fingers past Jisung's rim. " No," Jisung slurred, face buried deep within his pillow. Changbin cooed, pulling his fingers out, "Since you're that desperate, take a deep breath, doll," he said, easing the tentacle dildo in one quick thrust.

Jisung's breath hitched, and pleasure filled his body to the brim. He whined, arms trembling to hold himself, " Holy fuck, " he moaned, squeezing his eyes tight. "Can you feel it, doll? Feel the suckers cling to your inner walls, " Changbin growled, pumping the dildo at a constant pace, making Jisung's mind melt. Drool drenched the pillow Jisung held, tears pooling in his eyes from the sheer arousal.

Dark tendrils from the shadows, slithering their way up the bed frames. They preen from the pleasure surrounding the room. Changbin paused his thrusts and flinched away from the feeling of something cool wrapping around his ankles. Jisung trembled, dildo burying deep against his prostate, barely aware of the monstrous being watching them.

"Hyung needs you to snap out of it, doll. Something is wrong here," Changbin said, trying to coax Jisung out of his headspace. The tendrils sensed the panic, "Do not be afraid," it gargled, slithering itself up Changbin's plump thighs. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows at the gargle, "Hyung?" he questioned, not recognising the voice. The monster emerged, patting Changbin's head, "I don't hurt. Want to help," it gargled. Changbin gulped, "Help how?" he asked, feeling an odd sense of trust.

The tendrils wrapped themselves around the base of the tentacle dildo plunged into Jisung's hole and began thrusting. Changbin felt his cock twitch at the sight, arousal hitting him like a truck, "Fuck," he rasped, feeling the tendrils around his thighs pulsate. The monster purred, using its tentacles to strip off Changbin's clothes, "Relax. I help," it rasped, feeling up Changbin's plush torso. Jisung screamed into the pillow, feeling something slick wrap around his sensitive cock, " Ah, ah, ah! " he sobbed, body quivering.

" Not there," Changbin gasped, melting into the tentacle's hold as they sucked on his hardened nipples. More and more of his clothing spilt onto the floor, leaving him bare. Jisung yelped, head spinning from being manhandled on his back, " Hyungie? " he whimpered, blinking back the tears filling his eyes. Changbin mewled, arching his back into the tentacle stroking his hard cock, " Doll, " he panted, reaching out his trembling hand to pat Jisung's hair.

Jisung preened at the touch, eyebrows furrowing when a tendril decided to slither within Jisung's slit. A broken cry escaped Jisung's lips. The tendril plunged itself deeper and deeper down Jisung's urethra. " Ah, ah, what the fuck! " he cried, overwhelmed by everything pleasuring his body. The tendril wrapped around the base never stopped, proceeding to pound his gaping hole with the toy. Jisung broke into overwhelmed sobs and whimpers.

A girthy tentacle pressed itself against Changbin's hole, wanting to feel his warmth. Changbin moaned, his body on display for the monster to do whatever it needed to. The tentacle nudged his tight rim, slowly pushing itself inch by inch. " Fu-uck, fuck, fuck, " Changbin slurred, drool dripping down the corners of his lips. The tentacle contracted and relaxed, stuffing as much of itself inside Changbin's warm ribbed wall.

Jisung's body spasmed, " Gonna cu-cum," he hiccuped, heat pooling in his lower back. The tendrils quickened their pace, fucking and thrusting into him with an unrelenting tempo. " Fuck! " Jisung screamed, head spinning from the dry orgasm. The tendril buried in his urethra shivered from the warm cum coating it. Jisung sobbed, still feeling utter full, " Please, please, please. Let me cum, pl-please, " he hiccuped, blobs of tears dripping down his cheeks.

The tendrils maintained their merciless rhythm, building up the orgasm that Jisung craved. The tendril nudged against his prostate, instantly breaking Jisung into wails as his orgasm forced the tendril out of his urethra. Cum splattered onto his stomach, hitting the bottom of his chin. "There's more," he sniffled, squirting clear liquid, eventually drenching the sheets. Changbin choked on a sob, his cock aching to cum, "I- so close," he mewled, tossing his head back when the tentacle filling him up bulged under his skin. The tendril wrapped around his cock and stroked him intending to make him gush.

Changbin yelped, " There, there, there," he cried, weakly fucking back his hips for the tentacle to press against his swollen prostate. The sounds of smacking flesh echoed within the room when a loud groan masked it. " Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, " Changbin slurred, cumming onto the floor beneath. The tendril stroked his cock until his testicles emptied dry. The monster laid Changbin next to Jisung. The both of them panted to catch their breaths. Jisung mewled when the tendrils eased the dildo out from his swollen rim.

Minho sighed, walking into the room with supplies ready on hand. "I have the sheets ready for you to change. Looks like you fucked them senseless this time," he said, stroking Changbin's cheek. " Sorry," it gargled, feeling guilty for losing control. Minho waved his hand, "It's fine, I know you're not one to let loose for no reason," he said, holding the tentacle dildo.

"Plus I think this was one of Jisung's filthy desires," he snorted, setting the dildo aside. The monster lifted Changbin's plaint body, holding him close. Changbin subconsciously nuzzled himself against the monster. Minho smiled, "Come on Hannie baby. Let's get you all cleaned up as well," he said, following behind the monster before closing the slick-stained room behind him.

The End

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cloudninetonine · 1 year ago

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A Player's Aid: Chapter 13

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Linked Universe

A/N: I'D LIKE TO THANK EVERYONE WHO GAVE ME MORAL SUPPORT ON OUR GROUP CALL AND A SPECIAL THANKS TO MY EDITORS, FANGS AND SHY, ALSO FOR LISTENING TO ME REREAD IT ALL Y'ALL GREAT

Warnings: Bad language, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, threatening language, descriptions of sick/vomit/throw up, disturbing imagery descriptions and descriptions of panic/anxiety attack, also slight implications of suicidal tendencies

The weight of the world felt heavy on your shoulders in this castle of darkness and silence. Your body weak, shaking under the pressure of any regret that ever did cross your mind as you sat there, curled into the tightest ball with a tear soaked face and fear blanketing your eyes.

It was true, what they said. Near death, your life would flash before your very eyes, letting you relive every last waking moment in a solemn look that only grew more agonising by the second. Your mother? Stranded. Alone. Never to be seen again. Your friends? Abandoned. Clueless. Left wondering what happened to your being. Would you ever return to your home? Would Hyrule be your resting place? Whether from old age or the consequences of a risky move, resulting in a bloody pool beneath your cooling body-

How did you get here? When did you get here? Where were you? Was this real? Were you real? The suspense almost choked you, hands shaking with repressed emotion, clutching tightly to your cloak that hung from your shoulders. Home. You wanted home. You wanted your home. You wanted, wanted, wanted, wanted-

“(Name),” Wild called again, his hand coming to join yours balled tightly around the fabric of your mantle, “Please, I know you are scared but you must pull through.”

The Champion sounded so close yet so far. A mixture of nonsense and sense as your brain continued to stay muddled in the lone castle hallway.

Not a skulltula stalked the corners, nor did the Shadow’s darkness lurk, dragging against the walls and floor as it searched desperately for your petrified figure. Was he still reeling from your defiance? Had he simply taken the wrong turn at some point while desperately scrambling after you? Why wasn’t he here? Was he waiting? Watching?

A whimper broke past your lips.

Wild glanced around nervously.

What to do? What to do? The Wild Hero knew of your pain but yet didn’t know how to heal it. Time was ticking, he knew that danger was on the prowl and with only a lone holder of courage, the blonde knew that it would be a dangerous brawl indeed-

But then he remembered.

Wild remembered back, all those many moon cycles ago, when the Shadow had struck down the ranch-hand. Rivers of blood bloomed from the slash of the Iron Knuckle’s blow, spouting maroon sullying the area around Wolfie as he collapsed back onto the earth below, unmoving and quiet as time seemed to pause as all eyes fell onto him. He remembered the rage, he remembered the fear and the shouting and the pleas and he remembered it.

Standing. Watching. Waiting.

From anger sprouted seething hatred as he stared. It felt mocking, despite the apparent leaking wound under its bulking armour. Mocking of the hero before it, triumphant over its victory- Twilight had gotten cocky in his incessant hunt and now he had experienced its true power.

Wild had snapped then, watching his friend bleed out between the bodies of his brothers protecting him even unknowingly. His newly forged sword drawn at the ready with his hand itching towards his slate as he bolted towards it. The hero did not care of its destructive power, he did not care of the consequences of his rage; others yelled around him but he would not yield, not even for them.

And he did what he did best- he swung.

The Chains of Stasis keeping it still, he hurled hit after hit of his blade. Every emotion that burned in the rivers of his veins poured into the strength of each and every blow. The dents in the armour only fed into his bloodlust, gripping his heart, almost choking but he kept at it, kept beating until the dinging finally stopped and his sword snapped from the strain, the armoured giant bubbling from the tension before exploding into a barrage of scrap, liquid darkness pooling around the remains.

The first attempt to break them. Put the fear into them all as Twilight had laid in that inn bed. The Shadow had tried to pull them apart from the seams, digging its sharpened claws into the fabric to rip what held them together- their brotherhood, their bond. If one was to fall, what would become of the rest? Chaos would ensue and chaos did take its toll, fights and venomous words breaking out between them.

But…but Twilight had made it. Miraculous and a miracle, the man of muscle had returned to his brothers with only regrets of secrecy to his name.

Wild would not let this happen again. He would not let the Shadow grin that mocking smirk as you laid cold on the floor below, blood pooling beneath you.

“(Name), I’m going to lift you, okay?” Words soft, the Wild Hero stroked your hands, testing his touch. “Don’t panic.”

When you didn’t respond negatively he moved his palms downward, slipping one under your knees and tightening another around your back, pushing his weight onto one leg to haul himself to his feet. It wasn’t ideal, not being able to fight, but this was all he could do while you were still stunned.

Bouncing you a little, he readjusted you in his arms and made quick work of returning to his brothers.

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Despite the Ache’s deceit and malicious intentions- it had not lied.

The skulltula herd had been quite the fight. The dodging of pincers while slashing their swords, snapping jaws with saliva dripping an ungodessly sight until the very end, Sky plunging the Master Sword straight into the archnid’s softened belly with monster blood spraying. The hero’s eyes were dark then, watching the creature writhe and squeal in pain until the very end, the dark purple ‘poof!’ of monster magic fading along with any remnants of the beast.

“We must still check the castle’s library- whether or not another hoard awaits us.”

They had to find those hostages.

And they did.

Builders, guards, mere travellers and others from the settlement were held up in the confines of the library- singing praises of the heroes appearance, handshakes and hugs of desperation shared all around as they cheered.

“Our rations grew smaller, we were unsure if we would ever make it out alive!” Cried the head guard, Cillian was his name. “Thank you, good sirs, thank you so!”

“What led you into this mess?” The smithy had asked, “What happened?”

A builder’s moustache shook along with his wobbling lip, tears cornering his eyes. “Great big beasts with too many legs and eyes chased us! Attacked those who were unprepared! The library was the only place restored enough to keep back all of them!”

His friends comforted him as he wailed.

Cillian turned back to the heroes.

“Tell me, heroes- do these monsters still stalk those halls?” Cillain seemed almost afraid of his own words, let alone the answer. “Are we still in danger?”

The ranch-hand stepped forward. “We are all far from perfect safety but the hallways are no longer overgrown with webs or these creatures. We will escort you out, but any fighters who can still draw their sword should stay prepared to brawl.”

Hylians cried out in despair but the more battle prone called for their clarity- now wasn’t the time, they needed to escape.

The heroes did not forget of their other current affairs. Hyrule’s hand shaking around the hilt of his sword as he looked forward, dead eyed at the thoughts running through his mind.

Had the Wild Hero found you yet? Or did he still sprint through those halls? Once Twilight had tossed him with his shield, his bare strength throwing the smaller blonde over the crowd of monsters and a little further down the hallway, Wild had raced away. The skulltula couldn’t even keep up, left in the dust of the Hylian heroes brown polished boots. It was no surprise of course, the man had one goal on his mind and that was finding you- he had no time.

Were you okay? Were you dead? Hyrule’s pupils shook in boiling anger and fear. What if Wild hadn’t made it in time? What if he had just stepped into the scene to see the Shadow’s hands tear wildly at your skin, blood staining his claws as he tore out your own heart?

What-

A scream.

A scream so vile and horrid echoed through the stones, bouncing through the hallways and catching the ears of the masses. Others also screamed, horrified. Many covered their own ears and others ducked when the walls shook from this shriek’s power, dust crumbling from newly built structures and books falling off their shelves as the shockwaves hit until finally relaxing.

The heroes all shared a look.

Warriors wasn’t fast enough to grab Hyrule’s tunic before he was scrambling.

“Traveller!”

The eldest had roared, worried but also frustrated, but it was too late. Hyrule had leapt three steps each of the staircase and bolted right back the way they had come, the others in a state of shock before the Captain had begun to chase after him.

“I’ll make sure he won’t kill himself!”

And they, too, were gone.

Six remained.

Twilight’s hands twitched, glancing over to Time who could see the confliction in his eyes. Holding back for him.

He sighed, “Go.”

And now there were Five.

“We will escort you all, come.”

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Navigating the new paths of the castle was a little harder than Wild expected. It had been so long since he had trekked these halls, crumbling and blotched with Ganon’s malice as monsters of all kinds chased him. Bad memories, ones he would much prefer to forget, nevermind what this grand palace would have looked like before the chaos of the Calamity. Zelda hadn’t come to see the rebuilding yet either, despite the idea being raised, similar tainted dreams associated with her old home. It was why she stayed with him back in Hateno, making plans and working towards a goal in the confines of brick instead of the towering stone.

Anywho, Hyrule Castle was renewed and with renewal came new things- these were new hallways. Winding and detailed, new rooms had been carved from the remains of old- the webbing of the skulltula only added to the confusion, everything looking the same.

Damned beasts.

Sneaking by another one of those eight legged monstrosities, Wild dipped out of the room quietly and sped his walk to a silent jog, your arms tightening around him. More lucid now, you clung to the man in fear.

“Is he looking for us?” Your voice was a whisper, soft against his ear and making it twitch. “Or did he give up?”

He hated to quash that small spark of hope that dwindled. “I highly doubt it, not when it’s just the two of us.”

Your terrified whimper broke his heart. “He knows I’m the guide- he thinks I have some sort of magical power.”

It made sense, why else would he drag you here-

“He said he wanted it, he said he was going to tear out my heart-”

“Hey, hey, shhhh, shhhh.” The hero held you close, ducking into a corner away from prying eyes as you silently wept into his shoulder. “I won’t let that happen, do you hear me? He won’t touch a hair on your head.”

You’d cried like this only once before. Terrified, choked out, the hero could remember the weight on his chest and the feeling of fingers gently combing through his hair despite the lack of physical appearance with him. Wild could see the shading trees, leaves blowing in the wind as he laid in a pool of his own blood near the dead centre of Giant’s Forest- the Hinox remains laid just a little ways away.

“Please, Link, please you can’t die-” You choked, his heart hurting at the whimper. “You can’t leave me here alone-”

Wild hadn’t been gifted with Mipha’s grace yet. Too busy challenging himself to do more, beat more, he needed to be perfect when the time came to defeat the evil lurking within the cogs of the Divine Beasts. Better yet the malicious monster that resided in Hyrule Castle.

Yet there he laid, chilling and still in the once luscious green grass.

You had saved him somehow of course you had, someone just as amazing and brilliant as his guide would be the one to pull him from the brink of death. He would later wake from his unconscious slumber, laying somewhere different but bandaged and semi-functioning while you sobbed in relief. You never told him what you did, but he trusted you enough to never ask- after all, he always woke up alive, didn’t he?

Alive and remembering your shaking voice as you pleaded with him not to fall victim to his injuries.

Wild hated your frightened tears but at least this time he could do something about it.

Looking at him, broken and afraid, he moved his hand to gently brush away the wetness cornering your eyes. “I’m here for you, (Name).”

You searched his gaze for hesitation but found only sincerity.

“Do you think you can stand?”

“Y..yeah…”

The blonde helped you to your feet gently, his arm careful around you until finally you could stand on your own shaky legs, fighting back the mental exhaustion of it all. The hero pulled his sword from his sheath with his free hand coming to grab your own before tugging you to follow after him quickly, eyes scanning the area then quietly jogging towards another corner.

Another body slammed right into the both of you.

Winded, you could only manage a yelp, falling back along with the wild hero who portrayed a wide eyed protective rage only to gape at the familiar sight of shaggy brown hair and eyes of emerald green with dusted brown as you all crashed down to the floor below, the other form jumping back in surprise.

Hyrule’s sigh of relief held what could have been mistaken for his soul returning to his form.

“(Name).”

“Rulie-” You were tackled, body almost constricted by his tight hug. “Hyrule- Link-”

“I’m sorry.” He rushed out, his face settled in your hair. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry we couldn’t stop it-”

“‘S’okay-” You sniffled but Hyrule’s shaking breath stopped you.

“It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“...I lost your dagger, I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be silly, you’re more important than a measly blade.” You felt a tear drop into your hair, “So much more important.”

Your own hand came to gently brush his hair, brown curls engulfing your fingers as you worked to relax the tension out of his body. Your other hand still grasped Wild’s, squeezing gently at the digits to remind him that you hadn’t forgotten his presence, far from it. The reassurance was met with a grateful squeeze back.

“Come, we must go.” Once again you stood, the three of you a tight knit with the heroes still brandishing glinting swords. “Who knows where the Shadow could be-”

“There you are!” Hyrule flinched, turning back the way he came to see Warriors and Twilight jog down the hallway, only stopping once they had finally gotten closer- none looked please. “Traveller we’ll talk later about your selective hearing- Champion, (Name), are you alright?”

The Captain looked relieved but with an air of professionalism around him, standing tall with both his sword and shield pulled at the ready for combat. Twilight wasn’t quite sitting in the same boat- the anxiety blooming into relief at the sight of you but more so Wild, muttering a soft ‘thank the goddess’ under his breath before stalking closer to slap him upside the head.

“No more idiocy.”

Wild’s face showed understanding but his eyes sung a different chorus. “You and I have different definitions of what counts as idiotic.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“As I said, later,” Warriors insisted, turning back, “I saw an exit not much further back, we can meet the others outside and discuss any previous misgivings when we are whole-”

“There you are.”

Ice.

An icy chill filled the air around you as your stomach dropped right into a pit of despair, the hairs on the back of your neck standing with electrifying effort accompanied by the feeling of dread dragging a sharpened claw right up your spine.

You turned slowly in comparison to the heroes' snapping spins, swords and shields at the ready while staring with eyes of venom at the seeping shadows that curled round the corner of a following hallway at this crossroads of sorts. Darkness lurked, light from the hanging torches blown away by a haunting whispering wind as a murky blackness finally came into view with eyes of red and a mouth pulled to show rows of too many teeth.

How Nintendo had reduced Dink to something so puny was beyond you- he was fucking horrifying.

“Ah, and the heroes of Courage too- what a delight.” Too many voices, couldn’t he just choose one? You covered your ears like a frightened child. “Have you come to see the execution?”

“Shut your mouth, evil scum.” Hyrule hissed, “The only execution we’ll be witnessing is yours when I behead you-”

“Oh do quieten down, Hero of Hyrule, your words aren’t as impressive as you think.” Hyrule huffed in anger and the Shadow cackled, “Awh, have I upset you fairy boy?”

A phantom red sword flew through the air and Dink dodged with only another laugh, rolling with the darkness beneath his form.

“Oh, almost- better luck- hm? Never.”

From behind you, you felt a shift. Just the tiniest bit of movement but still it had you glancing back quizzically to Twilight, his form stiff and slightly…shaking as panicked eyes stayed focused on the monster in front of you all. You weren’t the only one to notice, however, Wild glancing back in slight concern with Warriors stepping closer to his brother in spirit.

Dink noticed too.

And he smiled wider.

“Hero of Twilight.” He cooed, words dripping honey that hissed and bubbled with underlying poison. “Awh, what’s wrong- seems as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

Twilight’s sword shook in a sweating grip. “Shut your mouth-”

“Or maybe you’re just…” The shadows shifted for a moment and you swore you saw the glinting metal of an Iron Knuckle’s helmet staring right back at you. “...scared.”

Twilight’s ears folded back along with his steps, skin paling.

Warriors looked pissed. “Ranch-hand, do not-”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten you too, captain.”

Once again, Dink changed, yet this time a younger version of the Captain stared back.

Warrior’s tensed.

No. No you wouldn’t let this happen. No matter your own heart crushing fear you were not about to let this bastard do this to them. Dink could scare you as much as he wanted, threaten you and nearly end your life but you drew the line at the others, you would not let him scare these heroes just like he scared you.

Fucking bastard, using the weakness of others against them.

“I’ll fucking show you…” A muttered growl did not catch his attention, nor did your movement as you leaned down to grab the convenient crumbled brick just a little ways away then stand once again.

You did this lightning fast, not allowing even a moment of hesitation from you or consideration from them as you ditched the slab right at his face.

Surprised chokes left all of them as Dink yelped in pain then cursed, that same demonic growling from earlier leaving him. Despite his body merged in the darkness you could see the blood curl around his fingers as his hands desperately tried to cover the damaged eye that still glared molten scorn right at your figure.

“You litTLE BRAT!” You flinched at the rage but tightened your resolve, standing just before Warriors and Twilight so he would focus on you. “When I get my hands on you again I’ll tear you limb from limb-”

“I don’t think you can.” You were talking nonsense but you didn’t care. “I think you’re too fucking stupid to- I mean I got away once already, whose to say I can’t just do it again?”

You just loved tempting fate, didn’t you? Tempting her and the devil that she tangoed with as Dink’s pupils shrunk in a frenzied rage while his shadows whipped around him angrily, searching for something to break- something to destroy. Hyrule and Wild stepped a little closer together, acting as a shield in case those tendrils of shade got too close.

“Watch your tongue before I cut it out-”

This time the phantom sword struck and it struck hard, impaling right into the Shadow’s shoulder with a gorey ‘schlink’ that pinned him to the wall behind him. The monster shrieked, gargling in pain with volumes that raised and dropped, tones that lightened and deepened while his hand, holding his bleeding eye moved instead to grasp at his punctured shoulder.

There wasn’t much else of the scene to watch when you were thrown over someone’s shoulder and rushed away from it all. You tried turning to count heads and see who had grabbed you so quickly but when the sound of rushing footsteps caught your attention. You stared back at Dink who had sunken into the shadows that chased after you all, the light from the torches vanishing as the darkness caved in on the corridor and filled it with nothing but pitch black.

You could only see his eyes.

Haunting, raging eyes as they chased the five of you, stealing the solace of the light to take over with his gloom.

You were hypnotised by the morbid spectacle.

It was fast.

Really fast.

A quick turn almost gave you whiplash but you still watched him run, dementated as he slammed into the wall before shaking off his daze and crawling like a demon against the floor. Still no body, only shadow as you got closer and closer to a large brightness that hung behind you.

“Almost there!”

“Is it still chasing us!?”

“Dear Hylia in heaven-”

You felt its hatred. You felt its wrath. You felt its bloodlust and you felt your own fear crawling back down your spine. You imagined those scenes in horror movies, the eldritch abomination scrambling over itself as it frantically chased the poor victim through those darkened scenes- this is what it felt like. This was the dread those innocent people experienced.

You watched helplessly as claws reached out to grab you, infernal cursing catching your ears as its hand loosely missed your saviour’s shirt-

Light almost blinded you as you entered the outside world. The sun glaring down on your small group as they skidded to a stop just before falling right off a collapsing cliff side.

They turned instantly, swords still pulled and ready to fight, your body falling off the shoulder of Hyrule who looked murderous as he kept his sword pointed towards Dink.

The Shadow’s darkness took up the whole of the doorway, twitching and humming with a putrid magic as Dink just stood there. Watching you all with crimson eyes, with black ooze still dripping from one of his sockets along with the hole in his shoulder, he did nothing. Made no move, made no sound, the only thing he did was stare- right at you, centre of the group, burning and hate filled.

You didn’t understand why he didn’t move closer after all he did not burn in the sun. However, maybe the light still had an affect, the monster was a shadow after all and the two did not mix well- maybe this applied to Dink also?

Maybe four was too big of a crowd in the shine of the afternoon sun.

“Well!? What are you waiting for?!” Wild hissed, walking forward only to be grabbed by Twilight. “Fight us, monster!”

Dink’s glare moved to Wild, still just as sinister and vile before he turned back to the darkness and left you at that, standing there and viewing the ordeal with a growing confusion.

Was that…really it?

“Why did it just-”

“Doesn’t matter.” A soberness washed over Warriors, his eyebrows pinching. “If we are to fight him we need the Master Sword, let us return to the group-”

Hyrule’s face was plastered in disbelief. “And just leave that thing there!? It could get away-”

“What would you have us do, traveller!?” The captain looked frazzled, hair messy and eyes wild in contrast to his usual pristine presentation- Dink’s little trick must have gotten to him worse than you had expected. “The Shadow does not die by natural steel, the sword is our only hope!”

Wild looked just as desperate as Hyrule, spinning in Twilight’s grip “So we just leave the beast!? No, if one of us were to return to the others and bring them here-”

“If the beast is still watching us it would be sure to attack if we were alone.” Twilight tightened his hand, a reflex with the champion. “We return to the others whole and discuss a plan.”

“We need to attack while we still have him here!”

An argument bloomed with the men, voices raising along with hands waving but it slowly muffled out the longer that you stood there, eyes still focused on that shaded hallway of trickery and pain.

You had almost died.

The words echoed around your head like a siren in the foggy night, screeching, painful, and anxiety inducing as it clawed at the inner walls of your mind. Scratched in by bloodied fingers of a madman, his fingertips soaked with crimson as he muttered the words like a cruel mantra.

“Dead. Death,” He sung, with a jolly preen, his eyes bloodshot with a lust for pain. “Dying. Suffering. Murdered. Brutalised. Slain. Killed.”

Your breaths became pants. Your pants became chokes. Your chokes became hyperventilating as tears streamed down your face. Clutching desperately at your chest, you frantically heaved for air as your knees buckled beneath you and you fell to the earth below. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t speak, only cry and shake as you tried forcing sound to leave you. A whimper. A moan. A word. Hell, a laugh. Yet nothing seemed to break free.

Digging your nails into the position where your heart pounded, you twisted your hand in a motion, attempting to tear it out. It didn’t work, it wasn’t doing its damn job- better it laid in the dirt with the insects than inside you if it would only serve to be damaged goods.

Nonetheless, you finally managed something. Moments of struggling dragged into hours of torture finally minimalised when you sucked in a massive portion of air, body arching from the pain as you forced it into your lungs.

And you screamed.

Ears ringing as it progressed from a small yell to a blood-curdling wail, voice refusing to break as you tore your throat to let out everything you had bottled down in that last horrible hour.

It had only been an hour.

Your head slammed against the dirt, body curling into itself as you felt your throat grow raw from the excessive shriek. A violent reaction, a bubble ran up your throat and you gagged, pushing yourself higher and hurling your digested breakfast all over the ground, scrunching your watering eyes shut in an effort to avoid the scene of acid and chunks sullying the earth.

Hands reached you, your name being called but it didn’t stop the repeat of gags and sobs.

Your body finally gave out.

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