#''claiming a mate by leaving a bite mark scar on their neck'' or any of that other fanon stuff for Cardassians

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Medical log, stardate 18935.15. Once more have I seen the tailor go out in his lizard fashion—

#least funny way to make this joke BUT. look how much thought I put into that stardate! #Star Trek: Deep Space 9 #it would be so much easier to listen to the new audiodrama podcast of drac daily instead of reading but unfortunately #our dear solicitor will forever sound exactly like our dear doctor to me now because somehow it has become Hot Reptile Summer in my brain #and everything is melting together like changeling soup. and this is BEFORE the gomens s2 premiere. christ. #Dracula: How dare you touch him!! This man belongs to me!! I too can love!!! #me reading All That: omg just like in all my favorite ''Garak saves Julian from other Cardassians'' fanfics :3 #god I love how as far as I know there's literally nothing in canon to support any of our weird kinky #''claiming a mate by leaving a bite mark scar on their neck'' or any of that other fanon stuff for Cardassians #it's not like with the Klingon dicks or Vulcan pon farr. anybody could make up absolutely anything about Cardassians #and every single writer I've ever read has chosen shit like mating bites scent marking egg laying #and of course. glowing blue WAP with a built in strap. I fucking love you Deep Space 9 fandom there will never be another like you!!!!!! #Starky's Original Posts #Dracula Daily #COMPUTER. ERASE LOG.

[honeyhotteoks]

hi!! considering it’s such a huge topic in chapter 12 and in the bonus chapter, what would have happened if minseok had been successful at forcefully claiming her?

hi!! great question and i'd love to get into it - all about claims/bonds and answers to those answers under the cut!

okay so i'm not sure how much a/b/o you've read personally, but i'm going to talk about claims/bonds/etc. all in all, so if you already know a lot of this please forgive me. i know i have a lot of readers who have never read a/b/o before, so this is also geared towards them.

the idea of claims and bonds vary from a/b/o fic to fic, so there aren't any hard rules here, but my personal interpretation is included below. if you disagree or like it written a different way that's totally fine, there's a million ways to write a/b/o and only some general principles that carry through them all.

for me, a claim is when an alpha "enacts a claim" / bites the mating gland of an omega. all of the scenting and sensuality around the neck and the glands is kind of a lead up to what nature and their designations are pushing them towards, an actual bite. Also, just to be clear, playful biting or marking is not a claim (like what Mingi did during heat) - a claim is actually breaking the skin, drawing blood, and physically marking/scarring the gland, along with the alphas INTENT to claim. it's a truly primal moment (usually done during a heat, and you may see in some fics that it's only possible to claim during heat.... but this makes no biological sense to me so i throw that away lol)... but the point is to essentially take that omega as theirs into the pack.

as an aside, alphas can claim betas, other alphas, etc, the pack members can claim each other, it can be a free for all (depending on the author) - and in some really set up pack dynamics fics you would have a head alpha that claims other alphas "under" them. this is all getting too in the weeds, but essentially, people be biting each other and getting married.

in a scenario in which you want that, or it's a positive match between alpha/omega etc., it feels good. it's a culmination of this big need and want, and omegas gain the safety and security of an alpha, and it's also just a sign of love and commitment. think of it like a marriage but x1000 because you can't really get rid of a claim. it's more of a soulmate situation.

in some fics, certainly in mine, the omega needs to claim the alpha back, creating a bond. in a fulfilled bond where two partners (or more) are bonded together, everything is intensified. not only does the whole world know you're off the market so to speak, within the bond there are shared emotions, physical sensations, and while i don't subscribe to shared thoughts... some fics will have that.

now with all that in mind.... the idea of a forced claim should seem pretty awful. the reason why our boys reacted the way they did to minseok's claim attempt and the reason why it's so traumatic for reader is that.... there's no going back. forcing a claim isn't just illegal, it's immoral, unethical, and cruel.

when the person being claimed doesn't want to accept it, but it's forced on them, they just have to live being tethered to this person. you can think of it like an abusive relationship that's hard to leave. and while it alone doesn't make you a brainless slave, if an alpha is willing to force a claim and use their tone to force submission like minseok did, you can bet they're the type of alpha who would use that power at any time. it becomes a "do as i say" relationship that would whittle away the omega's ability to be their own person. while i don't like writing something quite that painful, you can imagine all the trauma that would come with that, physically and emotionally.

i'll get into the legality of this a little later in the fic, but just so we're all on the same page.... what minseok did is deeply illegal. in my more modern universe, omegas are no longer second class citizens, but they definitely used to be years ago, and there are some old-school types who think things should go back to the way they were. for me as a writer, it's a much more engaging way to talk about women's rights issues while still being a fun fantasy setting.

the last thing to note is that when an omega is unbonded / unclaimed.... they're not as safe as they should be in the world, because shitty alphas exist. alphas respect the claim of another alpha, and that's been referenced throughout the fic. minseok really waited it out before he moved in on reader, but that's largely because for quite some time she was carrying the scent of yunho, mingi, or seonghwa.... he was being lowkey respectful to those alphas because he thought maybe there was some level of dating here / intent to claim by another alpha. but when that eventually wears off and when he sees that reader isn't in fact someone else's, he does what he does, completely disregarding reader's agency to say no.

i hope that helps clarify a little bit more about why emotions are so high with everyone and really what the stakes are here.... i'll definitely be bringing up some more about this later in the fic, but hopefully this makes sense.

feel free to ask any other questions you have! i love talking about this stuff :)

#answered anon #tnt ask

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Steve and Little one - 17 - "I'll always love you"

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The wolves were singing and dancing together in that way only mates could do, leaving Steve reaching for you, taking your hand in his as he pressed into you again, feeling the bond flare passionately between you two, jolts of pleasure racing down his spine as his body tensed over yours at the sensation.

"Alpha." You panted, your eyes shining up at him like he was everything, and at that moment, he felt like he was. He was yours, and you were his, the whole world was narrowed down to you squeezing your thighs around his waist and arching up to meet him with a brush of your chest pressing against his and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer still. "Need you." You managed to pant out.

"You got me Little One." He growled as he sunk in deeper, quivering underneath him as his hips rocked against yours and your hand wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss, swallowing his grunts till his tongue swept against yours, losing himself in you. Your taste, your smell, your touch, all of it was making him feel wild in his need, grinding himself into you while you squeezed velvet walls around him. "Fuck." He growled against your mouth as you smothered your face into his neck, the smell of sex getting heavier in the room.

A scent Steve wanted all over him, covering him for anyone to know that he belonged to you, just you. Another overwhelming explosion in the bond fogged Steve's senses, feeling how good he was making you feel, the pleasure making you mindless as he was. He scented against your bond mark before biting there again, sucking the skin and sinking his teeth as his tongue lashed over the scar, making you cry out and tighten all around him while dragging nails down his back and grabbing onto his tight ass to pull him harshly into you.

His hands roamed over your body, touching you everywhere he could till he grabbed your hips and let go, your bodies moving together till you came and Steve felt that rush to come, heat spiraling in his belly with a fierce demand.

Then he felt himself let go, you pulling him on top of you while he hugged around you, each of you riding out that feeling of bliss with gentler kisses and heated gasps against one another. You nuzzled your nose against his bearded cheek, sighing with satisfaction as Steve still shook with pleasure. "That was-" You sighed again and let your head fall back to the bed with a satisfied smile, soft and supple from sharing kisses. Steve let his nose trace along your jawline, now and then his lips skimming against you.

"Needed. I needed you." He admitted as his hands soothed up and down your back. He was so grateful, grateful to get to be the one to make you feel this way. Steve knew so many others could have claimed you, tried to over and over but you refused all of them when they tried forcing you to be theirs. Carried your refusal in scars all across your back and shoulders.

Steve would tear all of them apart for you if you ever gave him names. But you instead flashed his mating mark for him instead, tilting your head with a soft moan, his bite fresh once more from earlier, making you hum softly as your eyes softened to look up at him, your gaze marking him as much as any other part of you has. "I needed you to Alpha."

His hand slid along your neck, fingers tracing his scar that you wore so proudly. "I'll always love you Little One." He stated, needing to tell you as much as show you how he felt, what his truth was.

You reached up to mimic his movements, cupping his face in both of your hands and drawing him down till your forehead was pressed to his, your nose brushing along his own while your lips pressed to his own. "I know you will Steve, why I am all yours."

#alpha steve and little one #the pack #alpha steve x little one #alpha steve x reader #ask #ask games #ask prompts #comforting prompts #soft smut #amber writes #sweater writes #amber answers #chris evans characters

[2af-afterdark]

OM Omegaverse - Belphie (NSFW)

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Belphegor, Main Character

Additional Tags: gn!mc (they/them), omegaverse, !dubcon/noncon mentioned!, biting, headcanons and short fic, NSFW edition

Summary: Belphie is insatiable.

Belphie is nigh insatiable when he is in his heat. He can go without a break for a few days when he is at the peak of it all.

He did go into heat once when he was trapped in the attic. He curled up in his nest and tried not to go crazy knowing that his desired mate was just beyond his reach, but he failed the second MC came to see him. He spent that entire visit lying in his nest, pretending to be ill while, in reality, his fingers were digging into his asshole as he got off to the sound of their voice and the thought of them stretching him open. He had never cum so hard in his life and uses that memory any time he wants to get off.

He was very upset when his pheromones didn’t do anything to them, even though he was so deep in his heat that the entire attic reeked of him. If MC has been a demon he is sure they would have hurt themselves trying to break the barrier to get to him so they could claim their Omega.

During his heats, Belphegor has no qualms against having sex with MC when they are unconscious in his nest (consensual or not). He’s desperate to be joined with them and there is nothing that he would let stop him. He would not violate this line when he is outside of his heat, but… heats don’t make him very rational.

He does go crazy (more so than any other brothers) if he can’t see or hear MC even once during his heat. They are his fated pair and he needs to have them close. Even if it is just being able to hear their voice when he’s in his most vulnerable state, it means everything to him.

MC can stay with him for the duration of his heat if they plan and prepare everything in advance. Food, water, medicine, potions, you name it. Belphie will actually stay awake to gather everything MC needs and then some if it means they will stay with him. Those potions range from stamina potions, to aphrodisiacs, to sleeping draughts, to hunger suppressants, and more.

He is an Omega in the most stereotypical way. He wants to have his hole stuffed by his mate and worship them as they use him to their heart’s content. He prefers to be pushed down and railed until he goes stupid, but he can ride his mate if he needs to. He is not big on penetrating them and may even refuse outright.

He cums immediately anytime MC bites the back of his neck. It won’t actually form a bond (since MC is human), but it drives him crazy to be claimed by his fated mate. He’s begged before to be bitten so deeply that it will scar just so it can simulate a bond mark, but MC is not capable of biting a demon that hard.

He loves when MC claims him and calls him theirs. He wants to be their Omega more than anything else when he is in the thick of it.

“Bite me,” Belphie cried through stuttered breaths that were accentuated with each push forward his human mate made into him.

How many times had they done this before? In this heat alone? He always healed too quickly and piercing his skin with their teeth was a lot harder than he probably realized, especially in his current form. Still, he sang so beautifully whenever they gave in and let him have what he wanted.

They bent forward, brushing the dark hair that lay against the back of his neck away and pressed their teeth ever so lightly against his skin, “What do you want again?” Their whisper sent the question up his spine, directly into his already fuzzy and needy brain.

“Make me yours,” he could feel the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He was so close. His body had accepted them over and over again as they willed of him and now all he wanted was for everyone to know that he belonged to them in his entirety, even if the mark they would leave was short-lived.

“Oh, Belphie,” they ran the flat of their tongue along the spot their teeth would soon be and chuckled, “you’re already mine,” and bit down as hard as they could into his flesh, small droplets of blood flowing into their mouth once more.

The demon’s asshole spasmed around them, his eyes rolling back into his head as his orgasm shook him to his very core, his cock bobbing from their continued thrusts as he leaked cum underneath him. The spot they had just bitten burned like white-hot fire that blurred his vision and he swore, for the briefest of moments, he saw paradise just before he collapsed into the pillows that made up his nest.

The human sighed at his display, pulling out of him with a loud squelch sound as they leaned back and tried to catch their breath. They needed water and a snack before Belphie gained enough of his energy back to ask for another round. Of all the things they had expected when they came to the Devildom, an insatiable sex-hungry demon that wanted nothing more than to sleep with them without end was not one of them.

They stepped out of the nest but stayed in the area so Belphie wouldn’t think they were leaving and all but inhaled their tiny meal, knowing they wouldn’t have time to savor it before their partner was ready once more.

“Hey,” speak of the devil.

They looked over to where the voice had called to them from in the mass of pillows and blankets. Belphie was sitting up, leaning back against a tiny wall of plushies with his legs opened in invitation and his fingers reaching down to spread himself wide.

“One more time.” Which is the same thing he had said for the last six rounds, but every time they gave into him he found the energy to keep going even longer. Some demon of sloth he was…

They set their humble meal to the side, taking one last swig of water before reaching for one of the many potions scattered around them that hadn’t already been consumed. They chugged the entire thing, feeling all the weariness and fatigue leave them all at once and a new rush of desire overtaking them.

In perhaps the least graceful manner they could, they tossed the empty bottle to the side before crawling back into Belphie’s nest and settling between his legs, where they gladly pushed back into his still wet hole and began the entire cycle over again.

#2af writes #obey me smut #belphegor smut #gender neutral fic #cw omegaverse #obey me omegaverse

[themountainsays]

Been thinking about omegaverse mating marks. Like, the kind an alpha gives their omega between their neck and shoulder, I think. With their teeth. A biting mark. And I think it's supposed to leave a scar. And it's all very symbolic of possession and stuff, but in a hot kind of way. I can suspend my disbelief and enjoy that, but sometimes I also like to wonder how those things would work in a more realistic setting. As far as I know, these mating marks aren't necessary for reprouction, and they serve a mostly symbolic purpose, unless their purpose is to bind two people together on a more physical or spiritual way, which is a take I've seen too. In any case, I can imagine some people opposing to the practice, especially if it carries an entirely symbolic meaning, because it leaves a person with a perment scar in a very visible place that denotes nothing more than the presence of someone who "owns" them, in a way. It's painful, possibly dangerous, usually done during s.ex, sometimes even during an omega's heat, which adds to the question of how consensual can a mating mark be under those circumstances. Older people may have no issue with it, but I can imagine younger generations finding mating marks oppressive.

I can also imgine the existance of non-consensual mating marks. Maybe you're just there for a one-night stand, or maybe you're not super serious with your partner quite yet, maybe you even let them know you don't want to know anything about mating marks, but in the heat of the moment, they suddenly violate your boundaries and bite you when you're in a position when you can't fight back. Now, you have a horrifying reminder of the way you were assaulted, and you'll see it every time you look into the mirror. Someone else claimed you as theirs and they will never let you forget.

I'm also thinking about relationships that end after a mating mark was given. Even if the couple broke up or divorced in cordial terms, the omega still can't get rid of the mark, which may make it difficult for them to get new partners in the future, and it leads people to assume they already have one and get judgmental when it turns out they don't. I imagine there's a certain stigma tied to it. In a worse scenario, you have an old partner reminding you that you're theirs and will always be theirs, even if you haven't seen them in years.

There's also the possibility of multiple marks, earned over multiple relationships. Would the average alpha be happy to date someone who was already "claimed" by someone else? Would they worry that their own claim won't be enough and that their new omega partner will leave whenever they want, since they left their previous alpha? Do alphas usually believe a mating mark is an important and necessary step towards securing your omega by your side? How would alphas react to an omega partner with an old mark refusing a new one to replace it? Would an alpha need to be particularly progressive not to care about those things? Would it be hard for a single omega with one or more marks to find a new partner? Are multiple marks stigmatized? Do omegas with more than one mark struggle to find a job? Are they considered promiscuous? overly s.exual? Do parents try to shelter kids from those people? If that's the case, then someone being assaulted by more than one person may ruin their entire life. Therapy may help psychologically, but you won't have enough money to pay for therapy if you can't get a job at 30 because you were assaulted by four people at 14. I imagine alphas simply biting omegas, not even mating them, just giving them an ugly mark they will carry for the rest of their lives, because it makes them feel powerful.

Then, of course, a lot of cultural factors would play a role - a culture where polyamory is common may not see multiple marks as a problem. A culture in a very warm region where showing a lot of skin is the most normal thing on earth may place a different set on values on mating marks than a society where people are almost always covered from head to toe, or at least where your neck will be covered. Would there be clothing items destined to hide mating marks specifically? Makeup brands? Cosmetic surgery? How does class and accesibility to these alternatives play into the problem?

Then there would be omegas who claim marks are empowering, alphas who get marks from their omegas, alpha/omega couples who both give each other marks, elderly people scandalized by the mention of marks in the public discourse, movilizations to make marks illegal, movilizations to make marks compulsory, the church declaring that people can only get married if the omega has a mark, and that a mark means you cannot get divorced people who genuinely like having a mark because they like the symbolism, but understand if others don't like it, people with marks who don't apply any symbolic meaning to it, who only got one from their alpha because they found it hot. You get discourse about whether or not it's appropriate to discuss the matter in sex ed at schools. Then people trying to shut down any mention of the matter. People who believe themselves more righteous because they follow the standard "marking norms", people who also follow the marking norms and feel more righteous about it until they lose their job because an ex showed up to their door and bit them all of a sudden. People in more rural areas treating it like a huge shameful taboo that mustn't be messed with - a mark means marriage and you may only have your alpha spouse's mark, end of story - no, that woman with five marks living by the road is not to be spoken to! Don't give her food!

In short, what is the local hegemonic ideology regarding mating marks?

#omegaverse #a/b/o #12 am thoughts

[kurogane-redfox]

@ironshadcw asked: “You look like you want to devour me.” [Back to the wall]

If the grin on his face was anything to go by as he leaned over Ravyn, she'd know that she was spot on. He did want to devour her in a way she'd been teasing him for too long and he'd merely let her get away with it. Now that they were alone though, he had every intention of 'devouring' her. His ruby eyes would glint dangerously as he leaned toward her face and kissed her fiercely.

Rather than pinning her to a wall or other surface she lay beneath him on his bed. HIs body hovering over hers as they kissed. Eventually he'd use a knee to get her to part her legs so he could rest on the bed and kiss her more comfortably. His hands would trail along her arms, sides, anywhere he could touch her without any sort of negative reaction. They'd been dancing around this exact situation for some time now. The tension had grown high enough that it would probably amaze anyone that they'd managed to go as long as they had without 'devouring' one another.

"Hopefully yer not plannin' on tryin' to go anywhere for the next few days, Rav. I've got every intention of keepin' ya here in bed with me,"

He'd chuckle and speak into her ear, his voice low. He'd nip at her earlobe before dragging his fangs along the exposed skin on her neck. He was pressing down hard enough to leave little marks but they'd fade within about an hour at most. He'd decide that wasn't good enough and latch his lips to her throat and suck. If anyone had any doubts about her being taken they'd be gone the moment she went into public with such a large hickey on her skin.

"I'm gonna cover as much of yer skin with marks so that people will know yer mine."

Obviously, they'd have to undress for him to be able to leave marks on areas that were covered by cloth still, but that was to come. her fingers would slide beneath his muscle shirt and she'd push it upward, revealing his toned chest to herself before his fingers would move along the clasps, ties, or ribbons that kept her dress secured. He was being careful not to tear anything at least, and he wasn't using his claws to just cut the dress off either. As more of their skin was exposed he'd leave small little love bites along her various skin. Just as he said he would. He was nothing, if not, a man of his word.

"Yer sure ya want this, right? I don't want us to do this and have ya regret it after."

Despite how hot and bothered they both were, he was still taking her feelings into account. She was wearing naught more than her undergarments, and he was in his pants still, though they were unbuttoned revealing his black boxers should her gaze gravitate toward there. It didn't matter how much he wanted to claim her in that final way (sans the mating bite but that would probably come at another time after discussion), he was willing to wait for her to be completely sure that she wanted it with him. He didn't want there to be regrets down the line about the time they had sex because she wasn't ready for that step yet.

He'd begin peppering her exposed skin with soft kisses and small nips as he slid up her body toward her face. Once he was there again he'd lean in and press his lips to that of her own. He'd already said that if they do this, she wasn't going to be leaving his bed for a few days. He either meant it in a way that meant she'd be unable to move, or they'd just continue for a while. It was more than likely the former. He'd trail his fingers along her sides, over her skin and along her stomach. Her fingers were gently caressing some of his scars, and despite the pain of the memories her touch was anything but painful.

"I'm gonna... say this now rather than while we do anythin' more than this. I love ya, Ravyn and I'm happy yer mine."

#ironshadcw #Verse Fairy Tail gave me a second home #Ravyn Hollows - ironshadcw #Ship. You are the one thing I'm living for Gajeel x Ravyn [ironshadcw] #sfbsdnvodsvbano he SAID IT #tw suggestive shit #it's not bad but if it gets continued I have a feeling it'll get there

[bnhaomegaverseweek]

Keyword Prompt: Claiming Bond

A claiming bond bite bitten into the scent gland on the neck is a possessive mark left by the alpha in their mate of choice. However, it is also possible for the omega to leave a mark on the alpha. It can be between any of the dynamics. However, here’s hoping consent and equality are not an issue.

The bites typically happen during an omega’s heat, although it can also happen during an alpha’s rut. It can bring intense pleasure to the mates when receiving them, especially when they both consent to it. Otherwise it could be extremely painful if it’s not wanted and their bodies try to reject the bond.

To avoid an unwanted claiming bond, a protection collar can be worn. Or they could leave a mark in a different part of the body, or a non-bonding scent gland. However, it might be as pleasurable.

Typically, claiming bites will scar, leaving a permanent mark to let others know they are mated.

*List of Keywords that can be used with AUs or in place of.

#Omegaverse #my hero academia

[bethdutten]

A Mistake

sorry these are so short!!

The last time Eskel faced up to his mistake, he ended up with a scarred face and an even more scarred self esteem. What would this time bring?

chapter 1 / 2 / 3

The handsome Witcher with the kindest smile walked into the tavern, and you fell in love a little bit.

He was heavily scarred, more so than Witchers usually were, especially on his face, but you had difficulty paying them any mind with how soft-spoken and gentle he clearly was, how he was polite and treated you better than any of the other drunken idiots in the pub.

You could only imagine how wonderful a lover he would be.

It wasn’t until you were in his bed, surrounded by so much physical strength juxtaposed by his tender touches, that you realized you were in heat. Fuck. But it was already too late.

He was so good. Would it be so bad, to be mated to this Witcher? He was gorgeous, and strong, and clearly had a kind heart despite his outward appearances that may frighten weaker people. And he was incredible in bed.

Your mind was too fuzzy with heat, thoughts of Mate, mate, bond me, bite me, claim me, make me yours. You didn’t realize you may have been saying all these things out loud until you felt the Witcher pierce flesh, the bond taking immediately. You felt his knot lock you together, you mind being sated, bred, mated. Your entire body was overwhelmed with ecstasy, for the rest of the night.

When you woke in the morning, there really wasn’t any regret. Hesitation that you didn’t know more about the man who was to be your mate, like, I don’t know, his name, but not regret. He never hurt you, never gave you a reason not to feel safe and cared for all night.

He could have very easily taken advantage of you. But, no; this Witcher was good.

But then he left, with hardly more than five words, and made it clear he didn’t want you to follow him. He must have woken up and realized he had regrets. And left.

~

Eskel spent the winter sulking and silent, and Geralt knew immediately something was seriously wrong.

When he finally got it out of him, he almost knocked the other Witcher off the battlements, which would have been an under reaction, honestly.

“You did what? And just left her? Have you learnt anything from Deirdre, you fucking idiot?”

Eskel flinched, cowering into himself. “You think I don’t know I fucked up?”

Geralt was fuming. He was there with the stuff with Deirdre— he stitched up Eskel’s face, went through all the trauma right by his side. He knew first hand the consequences of Eskel refusing Destiny. For him to repeat the same mistake…

“You have to go find her, and you have to fix this,” Geralt growled, shoving at his brother’s shoulder. “The fucking second we can leave here, I’m locking you out.”

~

It was strange, after he left.

No one in town knew for sure the one who bonded you was a Witcher, but they assumed. The mark was clear on your neck, keeping the majority of the creeps away from you while you were working.

You missed him, despite only knowing him the one night and basically being rejected the morning after. He was your mate now; you were dreading your first heat without him.

But you were resigned to being someone who was mated without a mate, and never seeing him again— which is why it was such a shock when he showed up at the tavern in the middle of a snowstorm, looking like he hadn’t slept in days and covered in what you hoped was mud and not blood.

You froze, almost dropping the bottle of wine in your hand.

“Alpha?” you whispered, but his enhanced hearing heard it loud and clear.

#eskel x you #eskel #eskel x reader #eskel fic #netflix!eskel x reader #netflix!eskel #game!eskel #im like picturing both

[sirendeepity]

[ Nessian one-shot ]

A/N: Well, I don't really know what to tell you. It's not angst? I kinda used a prompt but also kinda not? Because I literally thought about said prompt and thought nOice, and then proceeded to let it sit in my draft for months? Do with it what you want - and enjoy! (For real, this time)

W/C: 1.2k

Cassian woke up to a feather-like touch on his back. A low, guttural sound came out from the back of his throat at the delicate scrape of fingertips on skin and leather.

“Am I to understand you like this?”Her voice was caring and tempting all at once, and he could picture perfectly the look on her face: victorious, satisfied, and more than conscious of what she’d get right after.

Cassian cracked open one eye and took in the surroundings. He was lying face-down, with his wings taking up almost all the space on the bed. Utterly and completely at her mercy. He made to pull himself up and turn around, but another stroke along the bundle of nerves - right where his wings began, interlacing bones and muscles with his back - had him ground himself on the mattress and bury his face between the pillows, drowning the animalistic sound of pleasure that escaped his mouth.

“I’m not done yet.”

“Nes-”

He felt her moving behind him and soon after her lips and tongue were on him, kissing and tasting and marking. He sucked in a ragged breath, swaying his hips in desperate need of any sort of friction, while his hands gripped the sheets as if his life depended on it. Which wasn’t far from the truth.

He wasn’t even properly awake and she was already fucking his brain cells one by one.

“Any wish you’d like to make?”, she breathed, not leaving his skin for a moment more.

I wish to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name for everyone to hear would be a good start. But if there was one thing Cassian enjoyed more than to tell Nesta all the sinful things he wanted to do to her, with her, it was to show her exactly how he pictured them in his head.

Feeling the grip of her thighs relaxing as her mouth kept exploring, he took advantage of the blissful distraction to switch their position and pin her down on the bed, giving her just the time for a surprised gasp before gluing their lips together and binding their tongues, the kiss nothing short of blind desire. It had been months since their mating ceremony and the rather long and well-deserved frenzy that followed, and yet Cassian found himself still surprised by the primal need of her - a need without an apparent end, without a way to be fulfilled or satisfied. Only when they were both running out of breath he drew back, their lips wet and flushed, and sat to look down at her, wearing nothing but her underwear, her legs spread open for him.

He’d taken her on many occasions, on every corner of the House of Wind - and not just there -, filling her through and through. He’d worshiped her as one would a Goddess, traced every inch of her skin with his tongue and teeth, biting and marking and claiming like a mad dog. And she had reveled in his brutal, animalistic satisfaction.

So Cassian rolled his hips, pressing himself against her, and watched her writhe before his eyes.

With Nesta Archeron, one would think of something with edges as sharp as blades, a beast with claws and fangs made of cold iron and an even colder heart. Fools, all of them, because Nesta Archeron was no such thing. Laying bare before him and him only, she was all soft and generous curves. She was molten steel and burning fire. She was the light of a newborn star and the force of a dying one. She was his end and his new beginning. And Cassian wanted nothing more, needed nothing more, as he freed them both of what little remained between them, joining their bodies and showing her all he’d ever wished for.

* * *

“Good morning, birthday boy,” she chuckled against his sensitive skin once they were both spent but satisfied, leaving his wings behind and following the black swirls of ink of his tattoos, the scar on his neck, the arc of his ear. The mattress shifted as the female left the bed, urging him to open both eyes and follow her movements through the room. He turned then, adjusting on the pillows so he could have a better view of his mate as she opened the curtains, revealing a wall of windows facing a valley covered in the first snow of the season. It was just the beginning of November, but that far up in the northern mountains of Illyria weather followed a course of its own. He’d often come to the cabin - his cabin, the one he’d built from sticks and stones, the one he’d always kept a secret, a safe place for when he needed some time alone and all he wanted to do was to scream and cry and be miserable. For when he felt again like the lost boy with no food or home or a family to call his own, the young mess he had once been, one step away from crumbling to the ground and falling apart irrevocably.

Now, just like the first time, he found it difficult to breathe, as if his lungs had forgotten how to work properly. But it wasn’t for the view, the snow and the mist and the peaks of the furthest mountains cutting through the thick layer of clouds. He’d come rather used to it, the rigid lines painted with shades of white, green, orange.

It was for the female standing in front of it all, her skin bare like the day she came into the world and her clear eyes marveling at what laid before her.

He stood, letting the sheets rustling down the sharp angles of his naked body, and padded to the windows, resting his hands around her middle. Her hands came atop his own as they embraced each other, enjoying the blissful moments of quiet only the mountains were able to gift them.

“What are the plans for the day, General? Are we supposed to go back to Velaris to meet with the others?” she asked softly after a few minutes, her eyes not leaving the windows.

He inhaled deeply, his nose buried in the crook between her neck and her shoulder, nuzzling her skin. “I may or may not have told them to fuck off, politely,” he took his time to answer - the both did -, because there was no duty or mission or role to play. Between the clouds, there was them and nothing more.

“Someone is not going to get his birthday presents,” his mate teased, stealing a frustrated grunt from him.

“Mor and Rhys are going to be so pissed,” Cassian said, voice muffled by the mouth pressed on her naked shoulder, “but I’ll take my chances. I already have all I’ll ever need.”

She tilted her head, looking up at him, and Gods damn him if she wasn’t the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Her lips parted slightly as if she was about to say something but couldn’t manage to. He knew that feeling too well: how the heart starts beating so fast it might explode, how the mind drowns in a flow of thoughts and words and emotions that run so fast it’s almost impossible to grasp or catch even the littlest of them. He saw all of it in her eyes and smiled softly at her struggles. Until she gave up.

“I love you so much it hurts.”

Even while blurting her heart out, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Cassian’s own started to sting as he blinked once, twice, feeling the strings in his chest pushing and pulling, vibrating like the chords of a harp playing a melody that was just theirs.

“Let me kiss your pain away.”

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[jawritter]

The Devil And I

Part 1

Summary: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? You survived after you thought your mate had died, but how will you survive finding out he's alive, only different.

Warning: Heartbreak, pining sickness, ABO dynamics, ABO, angst, tears, I think that's it for this part.

Pairing: Alpha!Demon Dean x Omega!Reader; Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1965

A/N: I decided to bring this little mini series over to you guys from Patreon because I have been so busy working on a series that I haven’t been able to write any new one shots, and you guys have been asking for some ABO. This is a little different from my normal ABO series, and it’s totally unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this one!

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Life has a way of fucking with you. The things you thought you had gotten over and permanently walked away from have a way of coming right back around to bite you in the ass when you least expect it.

It took years for you to get over Dean Winchester. Nights of panic attacks, nightmares, near death-inducing heartbreak, and suffocating grief that you honestly thought would be the death of you. Finally, one day at a time, you started to surface from your title wave of gut-wrenching emotions and heartache to start to live a little again at a time.

It has taken you years to get where you are now. To be able to get up and function like a normal person. To be able to eat something, and keep it down. To be able to sleep through the night, on most nights anyway. The only visible scar you carried on your body was your faded and disintegrating claiming mark that once marked you as Dean’s mate.

It was a miracle you had survived his rejection, and it was an even bigger miracle that you didn’t get pregnant through the whole ordeal, but to say Dean wasn’t exactly himself when he’d claimed you was an understatement. In fact, his eyes were normally not the bright green that was shining through the dimly lit bar you were both sitting in right now. They were, in fact, coal black when you met him, and they were black the last night you saw him.

You could scent him across the bar that you were working at when he walked in, and even though he scent was... different. Not as strong, not as sharp, more of the warm sandalwood, and pine than it was when he was with you. 

When he was with you there was a spice to it. Now that was gone.

You could tell by the way he’d held his body, and carried himself as he played pool with a tall man that you assumed was the “Sammy” he’d left you to confront, and the Omega that was with them, he wasn’t the same man. He didn’t seem as lethal, or like he could take on the whole bar with the very snap of his fingers like he had. He seemed… Well… Normal.

Dean had picked you up here at the bar one night when he came in alone, and you were drawn to him instantly. His scent was mouthwatering as it was now, and there was an almost supernatural pull that drew you to him. He took you in the back of his ‘67 Chevy, knotted you, claimed you, and that’s how you learned of the world of angels and demons. Most importantly that Dean wasn’t exactly human, and he owned you as well as your very soul.

You suppressed a whine and forced yourself to look down at the beer in front of you; peeling the label with your fingers as you tried to focus on the bottle in front of you and not the green-eyed man that was at one time your Alpha, but now was so different.

You could hear his boom of a laugh from across the crowd of people, and your heart felt like it was being ripped out of your chest anew. Well, what was left of a heart anyway. You thought it had all died by now, apparently, there was a little bit left.

When the pining sickness had finally left, and you miraculously survived it, you were convinced that Dean had died. That’s why the mark he’d left on you was fading, and that’s why he never came back for you.

Dean would always come back. Sure, sometimes it was covered in head to toe with someone else’s blood; but town to town, city to city, he never left you behind.

Dean was twisted, and he liked things hard, rough, and bloody, but sometimes there was a softness there that made you wonder what kind of man you used to be, now you knew, because it was standing right in front of you.

“You okay miss?” a young man asked you as he walked by your table, and you hurriedly wiped the tears away that you hadn’t even realized had fallen until the young man had got your attention away from Dean and his pool stick he was leaning on.

You cleared your throat and nodded before answering him.

“I’m fine,” you said, your voice so small that you barely heard it yourself above the sounds of the bar that filled the room.

The young man’s eyes followed the path of your previous gaze before landing back on you.

“That asshole Alpha do something to hurt you, Omega, the one that is leaning against the pool table?” he asked, but you just shook your head no, and after staring at you a few more seconds he gave up and turned to leave you in your misery.

You knew you had to get up and walk out of this bar, that people were going to notice that you were a mess, and you were going to attract unwanted attention from the other Alpha’s in the bar, but you just didn’t have it in you.

It was like some invisible force you had no control over was holding you to your seat, and even if you tried to stand up, your legs would collapse from under you, and you would then just be a puddle of nothing on the floor.

You watched every move Dean made. The way his body angled as he lined up his shot on the pool table, the way his tongue peeked out of his lips just enough to see the tip while he furrowed his brow in concentration.

Everything about him was so familiar but so different all at the same time. He was still just as beautiful, just as strong and heartbreakingly handsome. Still, he wasn’t the same Alpha that had claimed you. The mark on his arm was gone, and the scent was slightly different. It was almost like the demon had become the man again, and you were just left behind, and all but forgotten about.

The game of pool ended, and the winnings were split amongst Dean and the two other men playing against him and Sam, then after it was over Dean downed the rest of his beer as Sam slung his arm around his Omega, and they all turned to make their way out of the bar.

This was it, Dean was leaving again, and he was leaving without you. You felt like your chest had literally been slip open, and that you were about to die right there in that corner booth. You didn’t even realize you were following them until the cold night air hit your tear-streaked face, and the railing of the small porch attached to the front of the old wood-framed bar stopped you.

You weren’t the only one that noticed you had followed the three out of the bar. Sam’s Omega grabbed at his shirt and pulled until she got his attention, then pointed at you. You were frozen to the spot, too scared to move. The hazel eyes of the tall Alpha watched you for a moment, but you just couldn’t move.

Finally, Sam cleared his throat to get his brother’s attention, and Dean followed his gaze. One foot in the driver side door of the Impala, and his impressive frame hidden mostly behind the door.

You watched as Dean’s brow furrowed in confusion as his eyes raked over your trembling form before looking at Sam, who was looking between yourself and Dean. Both men shared a tense glance as if having some sort of silent conversation between themselves before Dean’s eyes found your own again. Even though the blurred, tear-stained vision you had, you could see how his green eyes sparkled against the darkness of the parking lot.

Looking at him this close, you could see the darkness that once was there was lifted; the man that you always assumed was underneath on full display.

“Omega,” he said, the deep tremble of his voice shooting through your shell shocked brain, making you flinch back as his voice seemed to send a joist of electricity directly to the claiming mark that was all but gone now.

“Omega, are you okay?” Sam asked, and you shot a wild gaze in his direction before your eyes fell back on Dean, who was gradually making his way closer to you, leaving the door open to his ‘67 Impala.

You could feel every fiber of your being pulling you towards the man that used to be your Alpha as if your body was calling out to him, and you wondered if he could feel it too. There was no way you could ask him because right now all you could do was cry.

Sam kept his distance but kept his eyes on you as Dean approached you slowly with his hands raised as if to show you he meant you no harm. The closer he got the stronger his scent seemed to become.

“Dean,” Sam said, a warning in his voice, and Dean shot a look at his brother that you didn’t understand. All you could understand was that this was your Alpha, and he didn’t even recognize you. You could see it in the way he moved, in his eyes.

Then he saw it. The faded claiming mark on your throat, and you watched as he tried to swallow around the lump in his throat.

He was close enough to grab you before he finally reached his hand out for you to take. “Omega, where is your Alpha?” he asked, still completely unaware that your Alpha was standing there asking you the very question everyone else was thinking; the one you had thought for months.

“You… You don’t know… Do you?” you finally made your own voice work enough to ask him. He turned his head in confusion and took a step closer to you. When he did, in a fit of bravery, you grabbed his large calloused hand and placed it directly over your faded calming mark.

You watched as his pupils dilated, and recognition swept over his face. He almost stumped as he pulled his hand away from your neck, around three shades paler than he was a moment ago.

“Dean?” Sam asked, and you vaguely noticed that his Omega was now standing very close to his right arm with her hand on his bicep.

“She… She’s my Omega… I claimed her when I was a demon,” Dean said, his eyes locked on yours, and you were pretty sure he could see your pulse racing just under your skin.

You were a shaking, trembling, mess standing there in front of the man that once was your Alpha. You felt like your world was spinning around you, and knew if he rejected you right now, and walked away from you again you’d never live through it. Not this time.

“Your, I’m sorry what?” Sam asked, sharing a look from his Omega to Dean.

“I’m so sorry,” Dean said, shaking his head as he took a good step back from. You grabbed the railing for support, and looked down at your feet, unable to look at the man that was once your Alpha.

“Dean, she’s not gonna…”

“I know Sam!” Dean yelled before his brother could finish his statement, and you almost hit your knees.

Dean instinctively reached out and caught you in his strong hold, and his scent surrounded you so thick that you felt like it was seeping through our very skin. The world started to fade from your vision, and the next thing you remember was everything going black around you.

Pt. 2 here

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[solohux]

For the Hurt/Comfort prompts

Alpha Kylo/Omega Hux

'Just listen to my heartbeat, okay?'

It’s hard for Hux to think of his alpha as mortal. Kylo exudes such power and prowess that seeing him bleed is enough to break Hux’s heart a thousand times over. Every scar on the alpha’s body is a harsh reminder of his vulnerability, of his imperilled quest to rid the galaxy of its chaos.

“I won’t stop until you’re king of everything,” Kylo had said the previous night whilst his omega ran his fingers over his scars. “Everything.”

Hux’s chest had welled up with honour, and with fear.

The panicked word of the Supreme Leader’s grievous injuries reaches the bridge of the Finalizer quickly as the Knights of Ren rush their master back for desperate treatment, cutting off the frequency before the Grand Marshal can say anything else.

General Mitaka is by Hux’s side in a flash, asking if he’s alright but Hux feels as though he’s underwater, everything drowned out but the feeling of Kylo’s immense pain through their bond. Everywhere hurts.

“He’ll be okay, sir,” Mitaka is saying, ushering Hux away from the edge of the comm trenches of the bridge with a hand upon his lower back. “He always is.”

He always is. Hux’s Grand Marshal persona is slipping away, becoming nothing more than an omega terrified for his mate’s life and thinking of nothing else, letting everything else leave his mind except for things that will help his mate get through this.

“A-alert medical,” Hux commands, staring blindly at the floor. “Tell them to ready a bacta tank.”

A chorus of loyal ‘yes, sir!’ sings from around the bridge as every officer sets to work on doing what they can for their Supreme Leader’s return. A path is cleared from the hangar bay to the medical wing, ensuring that no officer, droid or stormtrooper will be in the way whilst Kylo is whisked from his ship to the tank, giving them as much time as they can against the Supreme Leader’s deteriorating state.

The walk to medical is a blur for Hux; if it weren’t for the guiding beeps and whistles of BB-9E, he doubts whether he would have made it there on time to meet the Knights of Ren and their precious cargo but Kylo is nowhere to be seen as the dirt-and-blood covered Knights stand in the corridor of medbay, fussing in a semi-circle with each other. Despite all being alphas, none of them seem ferocious now.

“Where is he?” Hux asks, face pale. “Where’s my Ren? I have to see him—”

“They’re prepping him for the tank, Grand Marshal,” Vicrul says, putting her hand up to stop Hux from entering the treatment room behind them. “He…he’s in a bad way.”

Hux stands on his tip-toes for a moment, trying to see into the room but with the doors closed, he shrinks back down in disappointment, “What happened?”

The Knights all share a glance. Vicrul and Ap’lek take each other’s hands before they bow their heads.

“Wait,” Hux takes a step back, taking in each of the Knights individually before a coldness overtakes him. “There are only five of you.”

Ap’lek raises her head, “Kuruk fell.”

“No,” Hux says. “What—”

But crashed and startled yells interrupt them, chaos sounding out from behind the doors.

“Ren!” Hux dashes into the treatment room, finding that his alpha is in the tank already but he’s thrashing. Wearing nothing but tight, black shorts and a breathing apparatus over his mouth and nose, the alpha’s wounds are heart stopping. His body is covered in slashes that could have only been made by a lightsaber, cutting through his skin in massive lacerations that there’s no doubt that they’ll scar. A starburst-shaped blaster wound sits in the middle of his chest, one that continues to weep blood as he twists and turns against the liquid’s flow as though fighting an invisible enemy.

“Ren, stop!” But he’s thrashing in the tank, clearly confused and afraid and hurt. The medics and droids alike are at a loss of what to do, all yelling for the alpha to remain calm or else they’ll have to tranquilise him; Hux knows that Kylo’s powers and drugs do not interact well. Already, the glass of the tank looks as though it’s about to crack as the alpha presses his palms against the sides, wanting to break free.

“I know you can hear me,” Hux says, trying to keep his panic at bay as he steps up to the glass of the tank, staring up at his mate’s pained expression. “You have to calm down, Ren. You’re only going to make things worse. Please, just relax.”

The omega expects Kylo’s voice to fill his mind like it usually does when words won’t suffice but all he can sense is his mate’s fear. The pain of his wounds and the grief of losing to the Jedi and witnessing the death of one of his Knights is all too much for the wounded alpha, his amber-coloured eyes wide and terrified.

“Kylo? Kylo, listen to me,” Hux takes his right glove off and presses it to the tank, taking calming and cleansing breaths to focus on the feeling of the claim mark on his neck; the source of their bond. “Just listen to my heartbeat, okay? Nothing else. Just me.”

Their bond thrums with energy, pulsing now with each beat of Hux’s heart, the focal point of Kylo’s life. Hux sighs. Regardless of the situation, it’s the only way the omega knows how to bring calmness back to Kylo’s tumultuous and tormented mind; after nightmares, during fits of blinding rage, before the darkest nights creep up on him. The comforting sound of Hux’s beating heart soothes Kylo to no end; now should be no different.

Hux watches as his alpha’s breathing begins to steady and his movements stop, his darting gaze coming to rest upon Hux on the other side of the glass.

“That’s it,” Hux whispers. “I’m here.”

Kylo swallows hard, lifting one of his bloodied palms to mirror where Hux’s rests on the tank’s surface. Composure returned, the medics and droids continue their work around the mated pair, careful not to disturb them.

‘Hux,’ Kylo projects, his voice weak and hoarse inside of the omega’s mind. ‘I lost…’

“There’ll be time to grieve, Ren, time for all of you.” Hux replies softly, looking back over his shoulder to see the Knights standing at the door, all leaning on or touching each other in some form. The omega pouts sadly, wishing he could find words to aid them but he can’t fathom their loss so he turns back to his mate, wiping away his falling tears. “But you must heal first, yes? I…we can’t have you hurting yourself like this.”

Kylo rolls his eyes. ‘Yes, my love.’

“Do not take that tone with me, Kylo Ren,” Hux pulls his hand away from the glass to point at the alpha on the other side. “I could have lost you today.”

‘You didn’t. Your heartbeat saved me.’

Hux bites his lip, unable to take any more. “Yes. Well. You promised me that you wouldn’t stop until I’m king, remember? And am I king yet? No, I’m not. So rest up and get back out there, hm? You’ve got a galaxy to conquer.”

An echo of a chuckle rings in Hux’s mind, making him smile in return, but Kylo’s presence is fading as unconsciousness lurks and Hux can only watch as his eyes slowly close and the sound of the respirator fills the room.

No one comments when the Grand Marshal begins to nest in the treatment room, creating a snug nook beside Kylo’s bacta tank where he spends his free time whilst his alpha is healing. The remaining Knights lock the door at night and find comfort in Hux’s presence, joining him in his nest next to the tank until they’re all sleeping in a pile beside their alpha, waiting for him to wake.

A pack always takes care of their own.

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[mosswillow]

Hiding Your Wolf (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Warnings - 18+ dark fic, kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, public nudity, smut, werewolves, A/B/O dynamics.

Word count 1.8k

Summary - you’ve been hiding your wolf your whole life. You know you shouldn’t go out on a full moon but you want to so badly.  

A/N - I wrote this quickly and didn’t do a good proof read or anything.  Enjoy :)

It’s a bad idea, you know it is. You can hear your mother's voice in your head admonishing you for even thinking of going out tonight. You want so badly to go though. Your friends have been begging you for weeks to go out with them. They can’t understand why halloween is such a dangerous time for you, especially this year which lands on a full moon. They would look at you like you’re crazy if you told them werewolves existed at all let alone what would happen if one caught you. You’re not a wolf but you have one in you. One bite would turn you, changing your life forever. You’ve been able to hide from wolves your whole life by being careful. You usually smell human but some nights of the year your wolf's scent comes through. Your parents are both wolves but never forced you to change. They kept you safe, giving you a choice. Maybe you wouldn’t mind turning if you were an Alpha or a Beta. Even if you were caught and turned you would still have a life. As an Omega though your life would be destined for service. You would most likely be forced to give up everything. School, friends, a career, traveling. All gone the second a pack turns you.

You spray yourself heavily with perfume and walk into the living room you share with your college roommate Darcy.

“Woah Y/N, went pretty heavy with the perfume.” Darcy laughs.

You brush off the comment, changing the subject.

“I decided to come tonight. I might leave early though.”

Darcy jumps up and down with excitement. She runs to her room, grabbing a dress and a sheet and shoving them at you.

“What is this?”

“Your costume!”

You strip and put your dress on, holding the sheet up confused.

“It’s a cape.”

Your eyes get big with recognition. The sheet is red. A hidden wolf dressed as red riding hood. You tie it around you like a hooded cape and twirl around.

“Looks great, lets go.”

You giggle as you make your way towards the house party. You’re on full alert, looking around and keeping your nose open. You walk into the party and grab a drink, starting to relax and enjoy yourself. One of your favorite songs comes on and you start dancing with a class acquaintance, flirting with her a little. Something about the atmosphere makes you more outgoing and you feel yourself becoming lost in a haze of delight. After the dance you get another drink and stand next to Darcy, talking and laughing. A shiver runs through your spine suddenly and you look across the room meeting eyes with Steve Rogers.

“Shit.”

“What?”

Steve Rogers is a wolf, like a full fledged Alpha wolf. He’s tried to approach you several times and you’ve always avoided him. You’ve always been sure to keep distance from him days before full moons, going as far as to skip classes and lose out on points.

“I have to go.”

“Why?”

“I think I started my period.”

“Oh shit. Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, it’s ok I’m getting tired anyway.”

“Ok, I’ll check on you when I get back.”

You’re already half out the door back. You half run through the backyard jumping over a drunk guy laying in the grass and throw the gate open. You start speed walking home. Half way through your walk you exhale, slowing down. That was a close one. You reach your building, stopping dead in your tracks at the sight of Steve leaning against the side of the building.

“You’ve been bad Omega, hiding your wolf.”

“Get over yourself Steve. You’re not my ‘Alpha’ ” you take a step back.

“Little Omega denying who she is. You’ll learn. ”

“Get away from me.”

“You smell so good.”

“Please don’t do this Steve, I don’t want to turn. I just want to be a human and have a human life.”

“My wolf picked you.” he says, pushing himself away from the wall and taking a step toward you.

Your eyes widen. He doesn’t just want to turn you, he wants to mate you. You turn on your heel and start running, making it to the forest line. The sheet falls from your shoulders and flies back. Steve grabs hold of it behind you, smelling it and throwing it aside. There’s no getting away and you know it but you keep running anyway. You trip over a tree root and fall to the ground, twisting your ankle. You start crawling, tears falling down your cheeks and Steve walks up behind you grabbing your waist and flipping you around.

“Don’t do it Steve.” you cry.

“Mine.” Steve the junction between your neck and shoulder. You black out.

---

Fire, everything is on fire. Your fingertips all the way to your heart feel like they’re burning up. You open your eyes and only see white. It’s too painful to speak or move or even think. You’re not sure how long you’re in this state before the pain suddenly ends and you’re cognizant. You’re not human anymore. You look over and see a light brown wolf staring at you. It’s Your Alpha, your mind supplies you. No, not your mind. Your wolf. He stalks toward you, challenging you and you bare your neck out of instinct. He licks your neck and nods his head, motioning you to follow him, which you do. You run for almost an hour before arriving at a small village of homes. Steve shifts into a human and looks at you.

“The first time is hard, just focus on your human self and let it happen.”

You do as he asks, closing your eyes and focusing on who you are as a human. You feel the fire again as you shift back and suddenly find yourself naked and cold. A group of people and wolves start gathering around you, whispering among themselves. You recognize several of them from town.

“An Omega,” you hear them whisper to each other.

You take a few steps back and Steve pins you to your spot with a stare.

“She’s mine.” Steve says to the group. Steve holds his hand out for you to take and you muster up all your courage, going against your nature.

“No.”

The crowd lets out a unified gasp before going silent again. Steve walks toward you slowly.

“No?”

You gulp. “I won’t be yours or join your pack. I’m about to graduate school and have a life. I can still have one as a rogue wolf.”

“Kneel.” Steve's voice hits you like a sledgehammer and you immediately obey.

Steve makes it to you, circling around in slow even strides. When he reaches your front he crouches down, looking you in the eyes.

“I already marked you Y/N, you’re not going anywhere.” He says. You feel the place Steve bit you, knowing he’s telling the truth. He made sure to bite you somewhere visible, making the bite deep enough to scar. Any wolf who sees you will know you’re taken.

“Fuck you!” you shout, fighting what feels like 100lbs on your shoulders to stand back up and turn away from Steve. You start walking towards the forest. Every step is a fight and you only take three before you’re being picked up and carried over Steve's shoulder, a sharp, humiliating smack landing on your bottom. You start hitting Steve’s back but he doesn’t respond. He carries you to a house, bringing you up a flight of stairs and to a bed. He throws you on the bed and you scramble to your knees.

“You won’t speak to your Alpha that way.”

He climbs on top of you, his weight crushing your body. He grabs your hands and holds them above your head and you try to squirm but can’t move. He brings his nose to your neck, inhaling and licking both sides, his scent mixing with yours.  

“I’ve been waiting so long to find my Omega, you have no idea.”

He leans in and kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth. He grabs your breast with his free hand, kneading. He lets go of your wrists, giving you a hard look that tells you not to try anything. He starts kissing and licking you working his way down your body and to your sex. He looks up at you and smirks before kissing your pussy. You whimper and he pulls away.

“You want to come, Omega?”

You shake your head no and he moves back, flipping you over and bringing his dick up to your entrance. He pushes in slowly, pulling at your hips so you stay in place. He starts thrusting harder and you let your front half relax. You can’t think of anything outside of the sensations. The sheets are luxurious and feel soft against your naked skin. beads of sweat forming on your forehead as your heat up. You listen to the slapping and grunting coming from Steve as he pounds into you. You forget where you are for a second and let out a moan which spurs Steve on and he gives a hard thrust, hitting your cervix. You let out a cry from the pain and he shushes you, slowing down again.

“I’m going to come.” He says, fingers digging bruises into your hips.

You feel him fill you up and he relaxes a bit before collapsing beside you. He puts a large arm around you, bringing you into a suffocating hug. You start crying and his chest rumbles, sending a calming feeling through you.

“None of that Doll.”

You stifle your cry and bury your head into his chest. You know you’ll never leave, he won’t let you. You won’t be going back to school or have a career. You doubt you’ll be allowed to go back to your apartment for your belongings or see any of your friends again. The idea of Steve owning you is terrifying. This huge stranger can do anything he wants to you now and you have no choice. Steve pulls a blanket over you and rubs small circles in your back until you relax, whispering praise into your ear. A tear runs down your cheek as you realize that you feel safe and happy with Steve. You’ve lost everything and don’t even care. So many terrifying things have happened tonight but this feeling of serenity is what scares you the most. You fucking love him. The monster that kidnapped you turning you into a werewolf and claiming you as his.

“I love you ‘Mega.”

“I love you too Alpha.”

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Omg goodness the kuroo accidentally bonding fix was so good and well written my heart!!!! Can we get a part two where they start to get to know each other * maybe they get paired together in a project in class.* and yn starts to fall for him 💞👉🏻👈🏻💝

So I kinda already had a part 2 in mind so this is different from your request, but I hope it’s still enjoyable nonetheless💘 And ty!!

Please read: I replied to a comment in the first part that in my au, bond marks last 5-10 years, but I’m changing that. It makes more sense if they’re permanent because the bite is deep enough to cause the wound to scar

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Bond marks were a tricky thing.

For an alpha to claim an omega— it wasn’t something to be taken lightly. It was something that most alphas wouldn’t even think of doing to an omega until they knew that that omega was theirs. And for an Omega to allow themself to be claimed was a big deal as they would have a visual representation of their devotion to an alpha.

And for Kuroo to know there was an omega— an omega that he really liked— out there with his mark on her neck, made the alpha in him stir. And yet he knew it wasn’t even half of what you were probably going through.

Guilt ate away at Kuroo when he started remembering what had happened that night and more so when he realized you stopped coming to math class— most likely because of him.

He started regaining his memory from that night, realizing that the emotions he had been feeling when he decided to mark you, probably sobered him up a bit in the moment.

But he remembered the moment he sunk his teeth into the soft skin of your neck and the sound of pain and pleasure that left your lips— he had let his feelings and the alcohol cloud his judgment and now you were stuck with his mark on your neck.

He tried looking for you, but it was no use. He didn’t know which dorm you were staying in and when he tried asking one of your friends, she just scowled at him and told him he already screwed up your life enough and to just leave you alone.

He was at a loss and decided to just give up.

So when he opened his dorm door to find you standing on the other side with red eyes, a frown, and your arms crossed over your chest— to say he was surprised was an understatement.

You pushed past him into his dorm.

He had spotted a large bandage on the side of his neck, making his heart ache.

But first he needed to figure out why you showed up out of the blue, “What are you—“

”Why did you mark me?” You cut him off coldly.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he shut the door behind him, “I- uh— I was drunk—“

”That’s a bullshit excuse and you know that. I’ve had enough one night stands to know alpha’s don’t just mark omegas— no matter how drunk they are. So why did you mark me?”

Kuroo swallowed nervously. What was he supposed to tell you? That he’s had an unbearably large crush on you since the beginning of the year and all he really wanted was to just introduce himself to you properly for the first time at that party.

Was there any way around telling the truth though?

”...I like you—“

You cut him off once again with a disbelieving scoff.

”I knew it!” You exclaimed, “Was this some sick plan to get me to go out with you? To have me all to yourself?”

”What!? No,” he hissed, his voice rising to match yours, “What the fuck kind of alpha would I be to corner an inebriated omega into becoming my mate!”

”Then why the fuck would you mark me!”

“It was a mistake, alright! The alcohol fucked with my head— all I knew was that the omega I liked was under me and I marked you, I’m sorry! I’m sorry I marked you and if I could, I’d take it back.”

You fell silent, face screwed up in a scowl, “...Sorry doesn’t change the fact you still marked me,” you mumbled softly.

Kuroo watched with widened as eyes as you wiped away the tears that threatened to fall, he wished he could take away the pain he caused you, but he couldn’t.

”No alpha worth anything would want to mate with a claimed omega,” you continued, “My family would never understand how I let this happen— I don’t know what to do,” the tears rolled freely now, burying your face in your hands.

Kuroo was panicking— what could he do?

He wracked his mind for any possible idea until he found one— it was risky and you’d probably say no, but Kuroo knew he was a good guy, if he had the chance to prove it to you— maybe something good could come out of this stupid mistake.

Kuroo stepped closer, placing a hand carefully on your shoulder before sighing and helping you sit on his bed.

He kneeled in front of you, gingerly pulling your hands away from your face, his gaze meeting your own teary eyed one.

”Look... I know there isn’t anything I can do to make it up to you but I’m going to at least try... so uh— you can say no, I don’t want this to feel like I’m trapping you into something, but if you’ll let me, I want to prove to you that I can be a good alpha to you.”

Your eyes widened in shock, slightly offended, “So this was planned—“

Kuroo groaned quietly in frustration, “I promise you it wasn’t, you can say no and I’ll leave you alone for good. But let me make it up to you— let me prove that I’m good enough to be your alpha.”

”... and if it doesn’t work out?”

”Again, I’ll leave you alone for good.”

You wiped away a couple more tears, thinking over his offer.

He seemed genuine and what you recalled of him from class, even though he looked like a bad guy, he was kind of a dork... one chance wouldn’t be the end of the world...

You sniffled before mumbling out, “Let’s.... let’s start as friends before we go around claiming you’re my alpha...”

Relief flooded his chest, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips— maybe this could work.

”Deal.”

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Welcome To The Pack

Full Moon Run

Summary- 7.3k Alpha!Steve x You. Next day is the full moon run, a ritual important to bonding of wolf packs. Steve learns a bit more of what you dealt with. Warning- Violence and mentions of abuse.  

A/N- Mood Board made by @omega-nicole Thank you babes! Its beautiful and perfect ❤🐺

Chapter One  / Pack Master List

Steve was gone before you even made your way out of bed and in the shower. But the scent of coffee had your nose lead you to the kitchen, and there was a handwritten note set under an empty mug, words scribbled on it in a rush. 

‘Make yourself to home Y/N, be back sometime tonight for the run. ~Steve.’ 

Simple and to the point, your finger brushed over the letters and they were well dry. He's been gone some time, the coffee has a bit of burnt smell from being on the brewer for a while. It didn't matter, you got to indulge a bit. Who would have known something like a ready-made cup of coffee would make you excited. 

Your little wolf lolled on her back and stretched her legs out, twisting her body back and forth like she was scratching her back. <Because you weren't allowed these basic things before Y/N> 

I remember, trust me I haven't forgotten. You thought back as you lifted the mug to sip the black coffee, and searched out for a sugar bowl. Once you found it, you scooped in enough for a taste and looked around the cabin. Alone once again, you smiled to yourself. Honestly, this kind of life you could get used to. Morning coffee out on the deck, have the freedom to be in your human side or wolf side. Not have your old alpha breathing down your neck, controlling all your movements. Your hand absently came to an old scar on your shoulder, rubbing at it as it started to ache. One of the many bites you've been issued from your old pack. Although never properly claimed, you would never lose any of them. 

Shaking it off, you popped open the door and came out to see that The Compound was bustling, trucks coming and going from the large garage at the other end of the clearing, a bunch of kids were herded into another vehicle, and across the lot, Sara headed over with a greeting, a wave of her hand before she got close enough to speak. “Hey, I was heading into town, you wanted to come? Can hook you up with some clothes and such.” 

You look down at your outfit. Wearing a woman's named Wanda's shorts, and wearing the oversized tee that you had a feeling belonged to Steve, knotted at your side so it wouldn't fall almost to your knees. “I would but... well I didn't come with anything. I don't have any cash or such.” You tried to shrug off your situation and Sara dug in her pocket pulling out a card. “Steve dropped this off to me this morning, and we know Alphas don't take no for an answer. Might as well come along and get what you want.” 

“I don't know...” You started, rubbing at your arm. “Steve didn't exactly say I could leave the grounds. And I don't want to upset the Alpha already.” Sara frowned and shook her head, smiling. “Trust me, Steve isn't like that at all. He won't mind, I know he wants you to have what you need while you're here. If you want, I can call him? I know Sams got his phone on him, and they went up together to the lot.” 

You finally give in, and finish off the last swallow of your coffee. “Okay, I trust you. Give me five and I will be ready to go.” You pop back in the house and Sara comes up the steps, following you in to wait. Going to the bathroom, your finger brushes your hair, glancing around to see if Steve happened to keep a comb or something. Probably in his room, but you weren't risking that again. 

<Chicken shit> your little wolf snickered, and you rolled your eyes at your reflection, muttering under your breath. “your such a bitch.” 

<Sure we are> sharp yips echoing in your mind as laughter. Deeming yourself looking fine, you come back out, lifting the back of your shorts back up as they slid down a bit, scowling. “Clothes are desperately needed. These are just too big.” 

“That's the spirit” Sara loped and arm through yours, and ou two headed out of the cabin and to a vehicle that Sara dug keys out of her back pocket. You two headed out of the compound, and you couldn't help a bit of the panicked feeling, which Sara must have picked up on. Your breathing and heart race both lifting slightly. “Hey, I promise he's okay with this. Giving a nod, and taking a deep breath, your little wolf shook out her nerves before settling back down. 

<Steve won't hurt us.> Stated so sincerely and with conviction, you let yourself agree, and settled in the seat, taking in the scenery and Saras talking about how she and Sam met. You couldn't help but smile to yourself listening, it was apparent how much she loved her mate. For the first time in a long time, you just did something as normal as hanging out and shopping. You were happy, as well as your little wolf, although there was the occasional pining for Steve, which you promptly continued shutting that down with frustration. If you don't stop, I'm throwing up the maze for you to work through... 

<You got enough, let's go home.> prancing in places, her tail wagging at the idea. You couldn't help but smile at how happy your wolf side was now. There wasn't cowering aggression constantly rippling through you anymore. Soon, we will head back to the cabin. 

<Home.>

Maybe home. Were not sure yet. 

<After tonights run, it will be home.> you're yanking a shirt off over your head, retorting back. Its been a whole day, and who knows if we're still being hunted? You are so damn ready to bond with this male, and then what? That's it. This is where we will always belong.

<What's wrong with that?>

Before you could even answer your wolf, or pause Sara at the dressing room door since you were distracted between the two simultaneous happenings at the same time, the door open. "So I thought this color- oh sweetie" she gasped at your back. Grabbing the shirt you had just pulled off and holding it to your front, trying to spin out of sight, but this is a dressing room, and there was no hiding from all the mirrors behind you. 

"Are you okay?" Sara is sure to close the door and you still clutching the shirt. "Who did that to you?"

"It doesn't matter.... " shame floods your face and your little wolf whines while wrapping around herself, a soft quivering ball in your mind going down your spine. "Please... Don't say anything, I don't want anyone knowing." I don't want Steve knowing. 

Sara breathed out and her gaze went from the mirror to your face, that looks of sadness just bringing more shame. Her hands came up to cup your face and make you look at her. “I won't say anything, it is your story to tell. But if you want to, I'm right here. Steve too, he would want to know.” You wolf whined at his name, the feeling of yearning rolling through your chest, to have him see you and not turn away. But your last Alpha deemed you useless to mate, to marked with bites to bond with anyone. Why being collared and sold was your only option. 

“Thanks Sara... I think I'm ready to head back.” You say softly and go to pick up your shirt and slip it back on, all the memories and feelings slipping back darkly in your eyes. 

Sara gathered up the clothing you had picked, worried features pinching her face. “Let me just ring these up sweetie and we will head on home.” 

Miles away Steve stood to survey the damn delimber they used to clean the logs, arms folded over his chest until he lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing. Sam, he's underneath it, hands up in the machine, looking at parts. 

“Mmmhh, Just as I thought, they stuck that oversized pine into it and jammed it all up. These parts are gonna take at least a couple weeks to replace.” He rolled out from underneath and stood, brushing off his backside. 

“Standstill?” Steve asked, his headache starting to form at his temples. Not that they would be financially strapped, but there was a large order coming in, and they had won the bid to fulfill it. Steve always made sure to deliver on time, and this set back might be pushing that back, in any business, it was all about the name and word of mouth. Something he had worked fucking hard on in the years he's been Alpha. 

“Not quite, gonna be a bitch though. Clean them up by hand, it will be slow though.” Sam stated honestly, and rubbed the back of his neck, a slight bit of hesitation in his voice. “Or, you can contact Stark, see if he has the parts on hand. I know you've been wanting to drive up there to discuss Nat and Clint coming back from there internship in New York.” 

Steve remained silent, staring at the broken piece of machinery, willing it to be fixed. <If you study that thing any harder, you are gonna give us a migraine.> His wolf huffed, impatient. The beast didn't like staying still, studying, thinking. Wanting action, to do something, anything besides just staring. Well what do you think we should do, wait on the parts, or ask Stark Towers for help? 

<I think you should just get done this crap and let's go home to our mate. I bet shes back now, and just as ready to see you.> The wolf stated smugly, is no help in his current predicament. 

You know what... So am I. Checking his watch, he decided it was time to just call it a day. All of this, well it would be a problem to deal with in the morning. Maybe that would bring him the answer he needed. “Let's pack it up Sam, it's getting late, and I can think about which we should do.” 

Sam broke out in a relieved grin, grabbing some of the tools he had used, and tossed them in the back of the pickup. “I'm not gonna say no to that. Sara sent me a message that she was done shopping with Y/N, and they were headed back.” Grabbing the walkie off the passenger seat, he pushed the button, hearing it crackle then turn to a hollow soft hum, he spoke telling everyone they were knocking off early and shut it all down. The woods slowly stopped humming with the sound of machines miles away in another lot. Another cackle with a “Sure thing Wilson” and it went silent. 

Hearing that You had spent a day out shopping made Steve warm, blossoming with soft happiness swirling from his stomach and up to his neck, turning his ears red at the thought of you twisting in a mirror to see all of you. Now he wished he was there handing you the clothes, have you model for him, see the way your eyes would light up and your cheeks bloom pink with his compliments. Of course his wolf appreciated the visual image, pressing for more control, making Steve get behind the wheel with Sam and drive just a bit faster back. 

When is the last time we've been excited to return home? Steve considered, fingers thrumming on the steering wheel as they pulled off the logging road to Route 2, speeding along to The Compounds entrance. 

<It's been a while since life's been this good.> The large wolf shook himself out, itching for the little wolf at home. <Full Moon run we will get to see her set free for the first time.> 

That made Steve smile more thinking about getting to see you shift. Having only seen you once, your wolf had been a beauty to him. Long-legged for swift travels that wolves in the south typically had. You were still smaller in size next to the northern packs such as there pack was, with a long slender muzzle that ended in a pointed nose. Large eyes that at the time were fearful. This time he hoped to see the joy in them. 

When Steve and Sam parked the truck, the two men stepping out and discussing tomorrow's plans for the crew tomorrow, Steve inhaled your scent, and whipped his head around, searching. Upon the front porch, both You and Sara are lounging in the deck chairs, feet kicked up on the railing, and a glass of iced tea in each of your hands, laughing together. Neither of you realized that that the men were back, but as they approached, Sara dropped her feet and jumped up to lean over the railing, see them. “Well look what old mutts finally arrived back! we've been waiting for you.” Sam paused and his hands went to his hips. 

“Woman, you gonna come say hello, or am I gonna have to come up there and drag you down?” A wide grin flashed her teasing, and she skipped down the stairs and raced over to him, jumping in his arms to give him a racy kiss and playful ones all over his face. “Missed you Stud.” That just made Sam grin, and let her fall back to her feet, her arm wrapping around him. Steve in the meantime walked up the steps, and you to had come to a stand to welcome the Alpha home. 

<I can tell you how to welcome him home. Look at him! He wants you to be all his like those two.>

Please give it a rest! You plead as you take in the sight of Steve coming up the porch steps, his hair a mess, they tee clung to his chest where he must have sweated at some point. Yes, yes he did, cause that just barely hit you too. Normally someone's scent would make you pull back a bit, but not his. It warmed through you, screaming MAN in your mind. Healthy and strong, your Little Wolf appreciated it, rumbling out. <Alpha, even in human form. He certainly wouldn't tire easily...> Teasing lilt to her tone. 

God your really a bitch.

Steve was looking you up and down, once he saw your outfit, his gaze seemed pleased at the choice you made, and although simple, nothing more than a pair of denim shorts, and still that men's tee tied in a knot just a few inches above the top of your shorts, he seems to fully approve of the relaxed look. “Do you want me to go get you a beer? Or make an iced tea like Sara and I are having?” 

“No, I got it. I heard you went out with Sara. I hope you were able to get everything you needed?” 

“Oh yes, thank you... you didn't have to do that Steve. But I appreciate it.” his wolf rumbled happily hearing you, and although the two of you weren't touching, you were close enough that Steve could just reach out, brush fingers along the curve of your face, grasp your chin... Enough! 

<Shes close, see the way her eyes are taking us in? She sees were strong and would protect her. If you would just make the first fucking move!>

“It was not a problem Y/N, nothing I wouldn't do for anyone.” and your eyes seemed to shut off a bit, pull back at Steve's words, leaving his wolf growling and snapping at Steves behavior. Giving an awkward nod as he reached for the door, Steve escaped inside, and you breathed out a held breath, a bit taken aback from his comment. 

Your Little Wolf paces now unsettled, nuzzling into you as she knows your upset feeling. <He cares, he's just afraid of pushing you.> so calmly said, you sink into your thoughts. I don't know, maybe I misread the situation. Besides, this is what I wanted. Nobody special, I'm just a member of this pack. You glance at the closed door. <No you haven't! Just wait, the run will prove it. I feel his wolf calling to me. Why do you keep lying to me?> You have nothing to respond with, and turn your attention to Sam and Sara coming up on the porch. Sam sat in Sara's previous chair, and Sara perching on his lap, falling right back into conversation with You. You make yourself pay attention, ignoring Steve's comment from earlier. Or trying to. 

On the other side of the door, Steve leaned against it, cursing under his breath. “Son of a fucking bitch, why did I say that?” he pulls away and tugs off his dirty shirt, balling it up and as he went into the bedroom, he tossed it with frustration at the hamper, still mentally cursing himself out for the sheer awkwardness that made him up. 

<I don't know either, I mean you just let me take over, your mate wouldn't be out on the stoop now trying to figure out your mixed fucking signals.> 

Opening his closet door, Steve grabbed a plain grey tee and tugged it on. And what do you know about any of this? She's here for protection, not to be my next anything. He snapped back as he headed into the bathroom, and ran the water to let it warm up. Soaping his hands and scrubbing vigorously before cupping to splash water in his face. <Well I know enough not to let her think she's not wanted> The large wolf roared back in frustration and as Steve dried his face, and looked up in the mirror, he stared back at yellow eyes staring back at him, not his usual blue. The wolf was pissed off, and threatening to finish taking control. Grasping the edge of the sink, he let his head dip so he didn't have to see it anymore, dragging in air deeply and letting it out slowly. The next time he glanced at himself, all was normal. The wall he slammed up in this mind would control his beast... for now. 

On his way back out, he grabbed two beers from the fridge and stepping out on the porch, he rejoined the three of them, handing Sam the beer before leaning back against the railing. The two women were animated talkers, telling Sam all about there shopping trip. Steve admired how your hands would wave in the air, and your head would tip back, long tresses of hair falling down your back as you laughed. The anger he felt dissipated in your presence, and you would look up at him with a grin, and what he wouldn't do to be the one making you feel this way. 

“And here we are.” Sara leaned back against Sam's chest, taking his beer bottle and taking a drag off it. “Y/N, how you feeling about the run tonight?” The Little Wolf pranced joyfully to be able to run in a pack again, and you hug around yourself for a moment, Steves eyes flicking to see the defensive move you made, even your scent changed slightly to him. Tinged with fear, although your smile remained on your face. “Excited, it has been a while since I've been able to do something like that. A long while... “ You drifted off and picked up the iced tea glasses. “Excuse me please.” You dipped inside and Steve pushed off the railing, taking another drag of beer. 

“Meet up with you two later?” Steve went towards the door, and Sam picked up on what he was saying, tapping Sara's thighs. “Come on Baby, how about you come to show me what you bought.” The two of them standing, Sara bit her lip and looked towards where you had disappeared. “Steve....” Sara drifted off, and Steve looked over his shoulder with an arched brow at the woman. She waved it off suddenly and went down the remaining stairs. “See you later.” Taking Sam's hand, the two-headed off. 

Weird... Steve popped open the door and went inside to see you remaking more teas. “They headed on back home till later tonight.” He let his elbows leaning on the counter while you paused. “Don't worry, I will take Saras.” Reaching out to take it, you chuckle just as he took a swallow and winced. 

“I haven't put the bit of sugar in it yet Steve.” Chuckling as you took it back and sprinkled some in. “I would have said goodbye if I known.” 

“You will see her again in just a bit,” Steve started and watched as you finished making yours. “Y/N earlier when we were discussing the run, were you okay?” The wolf perked back up at this, his ears straining towards the woman, silent though. They were both vividly aware of her nervousness at the question. 

“Sure Steve. Wh-Why do you ask?” You are not looking at him, seeming to avoid his gaze, watching with interest at the glass before you, the spoon spinning the liquid around and around. Steve reached forward once more and took the glass from you, and set it aside. 

“Y/N, please look at me.” His voice was different this time, and Steve could see the inner battle crossing your face. A bit stubborn? You have been nothing but compliant since you've arrived, and this surprised him a bit. <Tell her again, we have to find out what's wrong.> Steve tilted his head though instead and tried to catch your gaze, his tone sterner this time. This was absolute. Your Little Wolf wouldn't let you disobey him anymore. “Y/N, look at me?” This time he saw your features smooth and you did look up at him. “because you smelled of fear, If you are afraid to do this, You don't have to.” Pushing off the bar, he instinctively circled the counter to stand near you, a hand lightly touching your arm, hoping that you would be able to answer him. 

“Sorry, yes, I'm very excited about this. I haven't... I haven't been allowed to run with a pack in over a year.” You tried explaining, and Steve frowned at this. Being denied to run with your pack? It was everything a wolf craved, the closeness, working together. Steve had never thought of denying any of the packs the right to run together, and his wolf growled with a bristle of fur along his spine. <What kind of Alpha is this? He doesn't lead a pack with honor, denying his wolves the run.> Steve let it sink in that you've been semi-isolated as a wolf. 

<We need her to tell us everything that this Alpha is doing, selling wolves, denying the run... what else could the Alpha have done to her?> 

We will see if she tells us. 

“Y/N, why would he deny that to you?” Steve asked and you wrinkled your nose to keep from letting your emotions take over. Picking up your glass and taking a swallow, you set it back down, your nails tapping against it. “Because I was to be collared and sold. I was kept away from the pack with the other unmated wolves. That way we wouldn't find a partner in the run. He would lose his income.” You wipe at your face and ask softly. “Please... can you release me? Let me look away.” 

It took a minute till it clicked for Steve that you were serious, your eyes big and round staring at him, shining with held back tears, he suspected now from being forced to listen. “Of course, you can do whatever you want Y/N, you don't have to look at me anymore.” And you lost the rigid attention, seeming to sink in on yourself. Head bowed, shoulders dropped a bit with a shudder. Taking your glass of iced tea, you skirted around Steve, keeping your voice low “Was there anything else you needed right now Alpha?” 

“No... no. We will come to find you for the run in a couple of hours.” How hard did he restrain himself from reaching out to touch you, give comfort at your unease. But you didn't seek it, and he wasn't going to force it on you. Promptly you disappeared to your room. Once you were out of sight, Steve didn't look away from your door, processing everything he had just learned. 

<Her free will had been taken away... She would have obeyed us if we told her to harm herself.> His wolf whined out, ears pinned back against his skull at the unease of the situation.  

Why we will not use that on her again if we can help it... and it's time to find out more about this pack. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, and sent a text to Bucky explaining what he needed to be done. He received a simple text back with a “Done” and set his phone aside. It also reminded Steve he needed to get back with Stark about his wolves on an intern with him. If the twins Natasha and Clint were back, he would have sent them. Glancing outside, Steve noticed the moon starting to edge over the lake, and he found solace in that. At least he could be the one to give her the first run in over a year. And tonight's moon looked like a Super Moon, large glowing orb that would recharge them. Tonight will be a good night... 

Later you heard a knock on your door and you stirred in your bed. “Y/N, it's time... “ Steve poked his head in and flashed a grin of excitement that made him almost child-like. Swinging your legs off the bed, you can't help but catch that excitement, and stretch out any kinks in your back. Your Little Wolf started hopping and slapping her front paws in anticipation, just feeding your mood. 

“I'm kinda nervous” You breath out as you pass Steve, and head for the door, you're biting your lip as you look over your shoulder at him, grinning. Any discomfort from your earlier conversation just seems magically gone as both of you slip more into the wolves personas. As you opened the door, Steve came up behind you, tickling along your hips. Laughing, you sprang out of reach and leaped off the porch, and spun on your feet in the soft grass to face him, smirking as you looked up at him tugging off his shirt to toss it aside. Your breath sucked in, and fingers flexed wanting to drag your hands across his pecs, through the hair dusting down beyond his slightly softer stomach. Even your Little Wolf stopped her exciting dance, licking her muzzle with a sweep of her tongue, whimpering. 

<Y/N....> whining out and you whimpered yourself inwards, taking a teasing step back from the Alpha who started to stalk you playfully down the steps. Trust me, I see... You bolt away before he can even reach you, racing down the path where you see other people similarly playing with each other, Steve was quick to catch you, and swinging you up where he grasped your waist, your feet kicking out and laughing. Prying at his fingers, you growled at him with flashing wolf eyes. “You don't seem too nervous right now Y/N, growling at your Alpha,” Steve stated against your ear, inhaling deeply against your neck while setting you down, and your dancing away from him, your legs stretching and twisting, making you itch to shift. Your breathing was coming out in rushes at being so close, pressed against the wall of his chest, his scent having washed over you and making your body ache for so much more. 

<You can have more if you let him. I told you he wanted you.>

He's caught up like I am in the full moon, that's all it is. The Little Wolf snaps a bit at you in frustration.  

Steve pulled up quick to admire you dancing through the moonlight, your head tipped back to be washed in the light, your eyes shimmering in the wolfish way as they reflected the moonlight when you looked back at him. <Shes so beautiful Steve, this is the way she's supposed to be. Your mate, dancing in the moonlight.> And Steve really couldn't rebut the Wolf's observation at this moment. “You haven't given me a reason to be.” You turn and say simply, and before he could respond, Sara came jogging over, Wanda in tow. “Were stealing out girl here!” Sara sass's while booking an arm through Your arm, and Wanda takes over the other side, smirking at Steve, who's folding his arms over his chest. 

“Oh really, and what if I say no?” Steve retorts. Leaving Sara snorting at him, the two women already dragging you away. “Since when do we listen to you?” Slight amount of panic races through you. <He didn't say we could go Y/N, you have to go back before he gets angry!> and you're about to pull away from the women to return to the Alpha. 

Steve watched as Sara and Wanda started to lead you away when he saw your back tense up and the way you glanced at him over your shoulder. Even your scent was once more tinged with fear, now picking up that sharp sting in his inhale that mingled with your usual honeysuckle softness. Before his wolf could point out the obvious to him, he nodded at you, letting you know it was okay, you were safe to go. It was immediate, the change of relief, and you turned back to follow along with Wanda and Sara to join other women, as was how their pack started to run. 

Breathing in deeply, it surprised Steve how easily he was able to follow you, easily picking you out of the other mingled scents that made up the pack, and content that you were safe, excited and he would be seeing you within a few minutes, he decided it was officially time to start. Not bothering to go down to the lower field where the males were showing off moments of bravado and boasting as large groups of the male species did, Steve lost the last of his clothing and started to let the wolf take over. Although uncomfortable, it was fairly quick for shifters. Their bodies melding from human to wolf. When he opened his eyes again, the world was different, the night now belonged to him and he was more than ready to claim it. The silver beast tossed his head back and paid homage to the moon, officially starting the pack run. Answers called back, some as sharp yips and others as low dragged out songs. 

You had never met Wanda, but her scent was familiar as the borrowed clothes. Just as with anyone you've met so far aside from Bucky, she introduced herself and that was it, you were her packmate and she treated you as if she's known you for years. “We better be quick.” She states as she lets you go and starts tugging at her clothing, yanking it off without any hesitation, and the others around you are doing the same. A bit more tentative, trying to keep your back hidden you start doing the same. Tossing a shirt and dragging down your pants, already Sara has shifted, a sleek black wolf and Wanda is right behind her, and red wolf stretching out with long front legs stretching behind her, head was thrown back to the moon. Sara tilts her head towards you waiting as Steves howl starts. Soon you're surrounded by howling wolves, and your own Little Wolf is pushing to join. 

Releasing her, she was quick to take over and your howls are dipping right in with the rest. A ripple went through the pack, as haunches coiled underneath and a wave of wolves leaped forward, moving into the forest beyond The Compound. Sara waved her tail, and you to stretched out to run alongside her, brushing up against her as the two of you worked in sync, soon passing others on your left and right. It's not long before the larger males join, weaving among the females, snapping at them in play, out of the corner of your eye, you can see Sara pull up, and twist into a mottled brown wolf. Recognizing Sam from the day before. She leaped at her mate, brushing up against him and nipping under his chin. The pair weaved around each other, fondly biting each other's ruffs and showing affection in the way wolves do. 

Your fast run slowed to a jog, letting your nose lead you now. Once in awhile another wolf would brush up against you, enticing you in play. Slapping front paws against the pine needles, tail high in the air, waving above you like a flag before you two would charge at one another. This, this is what you missed when with your previous pack. How your Little Wolf leads you two through the night with fleeting bursts of speed. Your howl, rang clear as a bell being struck through the night. 

Steve cocked his head listening to the wolves' cries, picking you out right away, the large Alpha spun in place, his nose high in the air, seeking... until he found you. With a loose jog, he followed the tail like bread crumbs, his tongue lolling out to taste the air, and a swipe over his muzzle like a beast getting ready for dinner. Finally he saw you, teasing another packmate with leaps and bounds, back and forth chasing one another through the brush. You twisted away from yawning jaws and snapped back in play till you saw Steve. Shaking out your fur vigorously, your ears perked at him, yellow eyes flashing in the darkness at him. Rolling forward into a lope, you packed up to him, and lowered to your belly in submission to your Alpha, sidling up underneath his chin, and licking nibbling at him. The wolf softened, and nuzzled back, gentle as he bit the top of your muzzle, accepting that you now belonged to him, his packmate as well.

So easily the wolves accepted each other, now if only the humans could as well.  

Once he let go, you nipped playfully at his ear, tugging it and brushing alongside, the two of you bounding off as a pair, soon catching up with the rest and bypassing them as well. The only other pair matching you two was Sara and Sam, long-legged leaps eating up the ground, you couldn't pass up the challenge that the two of them gave, and with a burst of speed, you pulled away from the large silver wolf matching you, your legs stretching and claws barely grazing the pine needles before they flew out again, Sam huffed at being beaten watching your tail whisk at him with a laughing bark from you. 

The Alpha had never seen anything quite like it, Sam had many years ago earned the nickname Falcon for his speed, but here you were, outpacing him easily. Your sleek fur brushing back, and your muzzle sharp and streamlined you. Like a bird of prey spiraling into a dive, you twisted in the air once you got to the border, paralleling yourself along no man's land, the rest of the pack came up from behind. Soon you eased up, falling back to pace with Steve, your nose low to the ground, tracking the border scent. Half the pack weaved out to the right, the large group ominous to any that might challenge them. Steve relaxed into your touch every time you weaved back into him, your scents now intermingling, becoming as much as an imprint on others as it was on you. You were now officially part of the mountains, losing the scent of your old pack life. 

It was early hours when the pack returned to The Compound, weaving among each other, tiredly pacing with each other. Adults carried pups from the scruff if they were small enough, heads hanging low enough that the pups backsides would bounce a time or two off the soft grass, even Steve is carrying one back, the pups yawning, and blue eyes blinking sleepily up at him, licking at his chin before his head flops down to give a tiny snore. You follow along next to Steve, chuckling at the dangling pup. Soon his mother comes and collects him, bounding off towards home. 

Home... what a thought for you. You never really expected any place to feel like home, but as you pause going up the wooden steps, Steve not far behind, you watch as the rest of the pack settle down wherever they were content. A few stayed outside, circling one another in mismatched pairs, tucking head over another's back, and giving a sigh. Some returned home, Sara and Sam trotted past, still playfully nipping at one another and giving a yip in greeting before they went towards there own cabin. Steve brushed past you, mouthing your ear with affection before he went inside, you right behind, and to your room. The human persona edging for control again and a leap sent you into bed. 

You were laying there, right on the edge of a deep sleep when a hand muffled over your mouth and a sneering face loomed over you, whispering. “Make a fucking noise, and your throat is ripped out before I die.” Your eyes go wide in panic, and your hands go to claw at his chest, trying to push away. Where was Steve?!?! Your Little Wolf is snarling, pushing to shift but to exhausted from the run earlier, and your body ripples in the frustration and pain, causing you to tell out before your back to your human self. Outside you hear loud snarls of wolves fighting each other and the man cursed, that's when it clicks it's the Tracker on your trail just a couple of days ago. Grabbing you by the arm to drag you out. 

Steve is sound asleep when his senses tingle. <Intruder... someone is in the house.> His eyes shot open, and quiet as he moves to get up, yanking on a pair of sweats near the bed. Soft steps send him to the door, and his wolf is bristling in silence, honed in for any noise that might be made by the individual. It certainly wasn't anyone he knew but did carry your old scent. That's when he heard the scramble in your room, and he burst into the hallway, your scream of pain making his fist slam against the door. The door was thrown to embed into the wall, and the man had his arm fisted around your neck, wrenching your head back, you're trying to connect a fist or foot at him to release you, and Steve takes this all in a glance before he's tackling at the man, ripping him to release you, where you fall to the ground, trying to drag air back in your lungs and coughing. 

Now Steve has the upper hand, dragging the man from his house, his oversized hands wrapped along the back of his neck, ready to snap it with a twist the other fisted in his shift to haul him along. Kicking his front door open, outside was a whole other scene. Bucky must have caught the second intruder, the lookout outside the cabin as he was returning home from his time in the town. Blood streaked down his white chest and along the side of his muzzles, the wolf at his feet dead. Steve snarled in the man's ear. “You better start fucking talking or that's going to be you in five seconds.” Fingers digging in threat along the back of his neck just above the spine, the man tried twisting in his hold at an attempt to save his life. “NOW TRESPASSER" 

“She's not yours! My brother and I were told to bring her back to our Alpha. He didn't release her, you cant lay any kind of claim to her. “ The man's voice panicked, eyes rolling up at Steve looming above him. “It's our job, our Alphas command.” Just as he's saying this, you step out onto the porch, tears streaming down your face. You knew this was what would happen, Pierce never let anyone get away from him, not unless it was with death or from a sale. Steve happened to see you, and lowly growled out. “Go back inside Y/N....” But you took another step forward to descend the stairs. His anger at the situation left Steve roaring out. “Right Now" and you had to listen. Your wolf couldn't disobey her Alpha, and you raced back inside, the door yawning open to show the darkness of the interior. Now that Steve was sure you were away from the men, the pack coming out to gather around, Sam racing up alongside Bucky to kneel near the dead wolf and inspect him. 

“I have a message for your Alpha, the only reason I'm not killing you,” Steve growled out as he twisted his hand, strength making the man cry out. How easy would it be to snap his neck right now. “Tell your Alpha if he wants her, he has to come to get her from me.” Tossing him away to sprawl against his dead brother, Bucky snapping right at his face, spit and blood scattering across the man's face like splatter, leaving him blinking in shock at the white wolf. Steve snarled out. “Get out of here, and be sure to haul your brother away to. Count yourself fucking lucky. If you come back, I will rip your throat out.” Sam and a few others ready to escort them right out of town. Bucky sighed almost wearily as they marched away, and Steve dropped a hand to his friends back. “Thank you Buck.” The white wolf eased away, leaving Steve alone. 

Inside your panicking, your chest aching and pacing around. Steve came in to find you wide-eyed, his shift hanging loosely whipping around you as you snap back and forth between the kitchen and living room, there wasn't much space in between so if you went like that for long, sure to wear a hole in the floor. 

<Go to her... she needs to know it's okay, that you are here to protect her.>

“Y/N... “ Steve starts, but you snap out instead. 

“I knew, I knew this would happen. I didn't go far enough, I should have gone further north. He's coming, he's coming to destroy you all and drag me back. I can't fucking believe I caused this, Fuck fuck fuck, Steve I'm so sorry I brought this on.” 

Before you could continue, you twist to go the other way and slam into Steve's bare chest, his hands wrapping around you. You are momentarily struck into confusion, pulling away, but his voice is soft against your ear, calling you to attention. “Hush, you didn't do anything wrong, and nothing is going to happen to us. Let him come... the man needs to be removed from what he did to you what he is doing.” Your panting as your forehead least against the center of his chest, and he loosens his hold now that you are not fighting him, keeping it loose around you. 

“I shouldn't have brought it to your doorstep, Steve.” You cry out softly, unable to hold it back anymore. Warm tears fall on his chest, and he rumbles softly. 

“I'm fucking glad you did Y/N.” He allowed himself to let his head drop to press a kiss at the crown of your head. Let them try to claim you...  

<Oh yes... please let them try.> The Silver Wolf grinned in the darkness of his mind, wickedly curved canines flashing white, just waiting to be used. 

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Vampire (Part 12 (Final part!)

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“Oh bene. Io andrò comunque all'inferno.” He murmured before he bit down on my neck, starting to suck some blood out which brought us both over the edge while holding me close to him at all times. “I got you, you are mine. I got you.” A short sting of pain hit me as I felt his venom enter my system, only my own body kicked it out before it could go any further down my body and within no time the wound had healed, leaving only a small scar of the bite mark on my neck. Caius held me tightly, almost as if he expected me to collapse at any moment, yet when I didn’t he looked shocked, almost frightened. I sighed and carefully got out of his grip. “I guess I have some things to explain to you. But I think Carlisle will be better at explaining this.” After our morning shower and exercise I quickly got dressed and went downstairs towards the little room Carlisle had turned into a small hospital room, followed closely by a confused and cautious Caius. Carlisle greeted us with his usual kind smile. “Good morning Caius, (Y/N). Ready for the checkup?” Carlisle asked. “Good morning Carlisle, yes I am ready. Have you found anything yet?” I asked as I sat down onto the bed and gave him my arm. Carlisle smiled sadly and shook his head. “I am afraid not. Your blood doesn’t seem to mix at all without venom. But I will keep trying.” “Thank you.” “Can anyone please explain to me what is going on? Apart from the fact that my mate is not changing after I bit her!” he exclaimed. “Well you see… wait, mate? Am I really your mate?” I asked shocked. Sure I had felt an attraction towards this man like no other before, but to be actual mates? “Of course you are! You are mine, and mine alone. And I would like to know what is going on. What does he mean our venom doesn’t work? Y-you have to be able to change. To become immortal! I cannot- will not live without you.” He shouted, looking absolutely frightened. “Caius, darling. I am immortal.” I said, feeling tears well up behind my eyes. “You, you what?” he asked. “I am immortal. I am a vampire, just like you. Only I am a different species. A rare one for that.” There were a lot of things I had expected. I had expected him to yell, be afraid. Heck even wanting me dead for not being like them. For possibly being a threat. Yet what he did shocked me even more. He fell on his knees next to me and held onto my hand for dear life. “Never and I mean never frighten me like that again my love.” “I won’t, I promise Caius.” “If I may. (Y/N) is a special type of vampire. Her kind does have fangs and they can most definitely burn in the sun. They have blood in their system and as long as they keep it in their system by feeding they can eat, drink sleep. However, we have been trying to find a way to merge our kinds, for her safety.” Carlisle explained, confusing Caius once again. “But, we walked out in daylight not so long ago.” He asked. “I have a special ring. It keeps me protected. However, its powers are wearing off. That is why I contacted Carlisle. The musical was just something I had wished to do once before I was possibly damned for another lifetime in the darkness, never seeing the sun again.” I said sadly, dreading the day I could no longer feel the warmth of the sun on my face. “We will find a way, my love.” Caius asked. “You promise me, il mio Re?” I asked, looking into his beautiful red orbs. “I swear. Even if it will be the end of me. I will find a way for you to enjoy the sunlight for all eternity.” He said and to seal his vow, he kissed me, claiming not only my body, but also my heart and my soul.

The End

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