#werewolf shenanigans are the best

[a-queercodedthis]

wenclair au where Enid and Wednesday never met at Nevermore (and werewolf shenanigans ensue)

Wednesday and Pugsley have been homeschooled their whole lives, so will be Pubert. The Addams take their children's education very seriously and they don't trust the american education system to be challenging enough for them, so they supply their kids with the best tutors and resources their fortune can buy

When Enid is 16, Esther kicks her out of the pack because she hadn't wolfed out and refused to go to the camps. Murray doesn't stop her, but he secretly sends money to Enid, so she gets to stay at Nevermore and graduate

The blood moon doesn't happen until much later, when Enid has already graduated. This will be important

Enid is 18 (or older, only thing that matters it's that she graduated from Nevermore) and packless. All she has is the money her father deposited in a secret account for her and a few friends (Yoko, Bianca, Ajax, Divina and Eugene).

Wednesday is 18 (or older, same age as Enid) and she spends her time writing, practicing on her cello and helping on the education of her brothers. Her goal is to get her books publish by her own merit

(maybe she could also get witch education from her mother/grandmother)

Enid finally wolfs out and in a blood moon!!! Blood moon werewolves are not held by the moon cycles like other wolves. They still feel the need to turn on full moons, but is more of an itch/need to blow off some steam/energy. They can turn by whim

This is a good thing, right?

WRONG! Blood moon werewolves don't need the moon because of their mates, the mate is what connects their human and wolf sides together

But Enid doesn't have a mate. So she gets stuck. In her wolf form. Until she gets her mate. The mate she doesn't know/have :/

The thing is that a blood moon werewolf will find their mate no matter what or where. So she starts running and running and running

Enid has no say in this (can't even warn her friends about it), she's at the mercy of her wolf who only wants to find, protect and serve her mate

She ends up at the Addams Mansion and the Addams Family (in a very Addams Family fashion) let her stay without questioning (not like they could ask anything anyway, she can't really answer)

They're overjoyed to have a werewolf around, even if they don't get to properly meet her in her human form. Wednesday starts to investigate why the new addition to the family won't turn back

That's how Wednesday gets a wolf who follows her around like a puppy and caters to her every whim

(her parents totally know what’s going on, but they stay silent, only watching it all unfold)

And this goes on for a while because finding her mate is not enough, Wednesday needs to: want to be her mate, accept that they're mates and consciously make the decision to be Enid's mate

Only when all of that happens, Enid can finally be human again and properly meet her mate and the family that were much kinder to her than anyone has ever been

(she can also finally date, hug, kiss and mark Wednesday as her mate)

#wenclair #fic prompt #a whole plot actually #can u tell im unhinge about this? #werewolf shenanigans are the best #one could fit so many headcanons in this #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid

[elitadream]

When you get to steal and scare the local authorities at the same time~ 😈

Happy Halloween everyone!! 🎃🧡

#Lupin III #Jigen Daisuke #Lupin the Third #Monster AU #Vampire #Werewolf #unlikely friendship #shenanigans #I love these two 🙏 #such a fantastic duo #every once in a while I rewatch a few episodes #and everytime I find their dynamic to be the most delightful thing #Like- they have next to NOTHING in common #complete polar opposites in so many ways #and yet #they're also insanely compatible somehow #that's what makes them so great x3 #they're absolute idiots but they have each other's back #best criminals 👏 #Halloween #fanart

[wanderingpages]

It’s ok anon s3 does not exist 😭😭

And like a lot of s2 😭😭

#asks #it’s just a werewolf and his vampire best friend getting into shenanigans 😌

[celaenaeiln]

Do you have any fic recs where dicks relationship with the batfam is the focus?

Yes! These are all fics I've adored

FAVORITE!! I place this fic on a pedestal. It's one of the best fics of all time - The primacy of personal conscience

Favorite! Another one of my all time favorites. Dick, Jason, Tim are deaged to their robin eras and Damian and Bruce are in their current ages - Just, How

Dick gets split into three personalities - The choice to be seen

FAVORITE!! - Dick's buried. But like hell is the batfamily going to let it stay that way - The unnecessary requiem

ALL of CamsthiSky's fics focus of Dick's batfam relations and are good reads - Link

Small moments with Dick and the family - Snippets

Dick, Damian, and Tim. Absent parent Bruce and needy Bruce are the same person as always- prodigal

Favorite! Dick and Damian's relationship and evolution - Snapshots

Sad fic if Dick's reaction after Ric was darker - Strength in a Lack of Continuity

Batfamily's reaction to Dick's sexual objectification - I can't hear you, I don't fear you now

Good fic about something I don't remember (sorry! It's been years but I saved it so it must be good) with young justice and batfamily reactions that were accurate - End Days

If Bruce was a lot darker and acted on his overprotective tendencies collection. It's centered around Dick - Darkish Batfamily

How the batfamily reacts to Dick getting shot in the head - Fallen

Dick buys a bunch of plants and bonds with all of them - let your love grow tall

All of Danishsweethearts works are good - Danishsweethearts

Sad fic about Dick being batman again and batfamily's reaction. I think Tim would react differently. Maybe. But it's a fantastic angst fic - My life's going by but it's just begun

Dick, Damian, and Dick's massive group of friend and allies - Missed a spot

Dick's a civilian but he's still their big brother - Those times that Dick Grayson got tangled up with the batfamily

Dick, Peter Parker, Cat Noir, Danny Fenton and their fathers. PS they're all socialite friends. This has to be canon - The Black Tux Gang

Angst story about Dick if he had mental illness. No happy ending - Shattered Tea Cups

Dick is a changed man after spyral and batfamily's reaction - Downward spyral

Someone planning a hit on Nightwing? Not if Nightwing does it on himself first (fun) - Money for daffodils

Favorite! Dick has retrograde amnesia and Bruce struggles to cope - Harbor

Dick died seven years ago. And then woke up - Faith and fate

Dick's secret abilities the batfamily doesn't notice - Unusual skills and habits

The truth of Dick's death and everyone's reaction - Code B

Favorite! Dick is Talon, Tim is Red Hood, and Jason is Red Robin - A New Adversary

Favorite! Jason and Dick are close. Told through the eyes of everyone else - proximity

Soft fic. ABO but Dick acting as Tim and Damian's mother - Your truth is a deception meant to poison me

Dick's gone but the rape of him is not. The batfamily will avenge their brother. The whole world will - Take the night back

ABO robin reversal collection - Robin Reversal ABO

Werewolf au where Dick meets Jason and Bruce comes along - Den and Pack

If Dick got deaged to renegade era - Pause in the Pendulum

Sweet fic about the Batbros seeking comfort in Dick - Haven

Favorite! Duke time! The Batfamily teasing Dick lovingly - Shenanigans

Dark batfam fic around Dick - Gaslight Manor

Dick will do anything to protect his family (Has Constantine/Dick) - Time (to protect you)

If Dick was Terry McGinnis' biological father - Beyond the Night Collection

Talon!Dick in the Teen Titans universe with batfamily - Just a dead kid

Angst, sad fic about Dick getting tired of being the mediator - Please just get along (I can't do this anymore)

One of my all time favorites - Everyday one headcanon about Nightwing

Batfamily mourning the loss of Dick's hair - He's shorn, we're torn

Jason tries stealing in Bludhaven rather than Gotham. He meets Nightwing instead of Batman and his life gets a whole lot better - Hot wheels

Stephanie time travels and meets Robin Dick! - Oops

Favorite! ALL of iloveyourwords' fics - iloveyourwords

Favorite! ALL of ScarlettSwordMoon's works - ScarlettSwordMoon

Angst fic. So much angst. Sometimes Jason's anger gets the worst of him but it's not because he doesn't care - not even rain has such small hands

Favorite! The heroes are forced to forget Dick. And they regret (has constantine/dick/zatanna) - Love that burned green against skin

Favorite! ALL of Kuroaki's works - Kuroaki

Dick, Tim, and Jason watch Encanto and, well, Surface Pressure was made for Dick - Who am I if I don't have what it takes

Pre-robin Dick. Dick's only fault is his over-competence - lightning is the shine (but I've been working on the thunder)

Favorite! Dick's name comes out of the Hogwart's cup. This changes everything and nothing - heavy is the crown

The batkids are unhinged. Poor jason - The AU noone asked for

Dick falls. And so does everyone else (iloveyourwords' fic) - icarus

FAVORITE!! Dick, Jason, Damian undercover on a cruise. Everything goes wrong - Like those foreign stars

YJ where Dick joins Deathstroke and Bruce breaks inside - Fallen son

Favorite! ALL of miss_aphelion's works - miss_aphelion

Here's a starter for miss_aphelion's works - Dick of Troy

Dick and Bruce in the eyes of the JL - Boy on the couch

Favorite! Dick is stuck in his dreamworld and his family just want him back - Happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow

Hunger Games Au! Dick volunteers as a tribute - To get a dream of life again

Dick and Bruce and Dick's graceful manipulation of people - Some men fall from grace. Some are pushed

Dick takes time away from Bruce and finds himself again - Local oldest child takes time away from family

FAVORITE!! One of ScarlettSwordMoon's works - shipping rivalries

FAVORITE!! Dick reveals his trauma through singing - A robin's song

FAVORITE!! Dick's personality gets split in three - Three is a party

Dick runs away to Bludhaven but the batfamily won't let things rest - What stalks in my shadows

FAVORITE!! The batfamily is stuck in a timeloop where they can't save Dick - One thousand, Three hundred, and Nine Hours

Tim being a cute menace and feral Dick - little menace

FAVORITE!! Damian has a few choice words to say about Bruce's treatment of Dick - The threat

Slade saves Dick from the Court of Owls and Rose's view of him - Quiet now, you're going to wake the beast

FAVORITE!! Bruce is gone and Dick is seeing ghosts. The batfamily just wants to protect him - The haunting of Wayne house

FAVORITE!! Deaged Dick and Damian collection - you've always loved the strange birds

Dick's been deaged wakes up in a world with 5 robins no thanks to Slade - persephone's in hell

FAVORITE!! The batfamily's in a time loop trying to save Dick - rewind, remix, retry, redo

Funny fics I'm in love with!

Hilarious and all-around fun - Batbros Wreck Havoc

Favorite! ALL of pupeez4eva's fics but here's a starter for fun - That Torturous Thing Known as Time Travel

More fun fic (can you tell I like the humorous ones?) - A Bunch of Ridiculousness

Don't mess with Dick from Jason's perspective. Jason, Dick, and Bruce - Dig Down Deep

Accurate fic about batfamily's reaction to Dick dating Joey - Families Ever Changing

AU: Justice League meeting Nightwing focusing on Dick, Bruce, and Barry - Starry eyed

(Sorry had to slip another one in) JL's reaction to Dick - Your call may be interrupted

The batfamily will not let anyone take cover pictures of Dick - The annual Bludhaven firefighter's calander for charity

Another JLA story. Dick was a wild child nightmare robin - Adventures in batsitting

#dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #john constantine #justice league #dick grayson fanfiction #fanfiction recommendation #thanks for the ask! #cl anon asks

[constesplanetarium]

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Lost in the woods.

☼⚠︎ Yandere! Werewolf x Red Riding Hood! Reader

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✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

a/n: like the new format? i do :) much prettier and organized than before. though, theres only so much that I can do on mobile :(

Darkness: 8/10 “do you need someone to hold your hand?”

TW!!! General Yandere shenanigans, non-con, groping, blood, implied kidnapping around end, mentioned stalking, and potential cannibalism.

Word count: Around 1k.

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“Are you lost, little red riding hood?”

Your knees threaten to buckle down on you as your gaze trails up to the werewolf towering over you, golden eyes darting between both you and your picnic basket. Oh lord, why you? You just wanted to have dinner at your grandmother's house!

He grins at the feeling of your fear, claws scratching at his chin in curiosity. “Now why’re you so frightened?” He barks out an amused laugh. “You knew exactly what was going to happen when you stepped foot into this forest.” But what’re the chances of walking into a werewolf at this time?

Your gaze wanders up to the setting sun, still too early for any werewolves to make their appearance. Fireflies start to swirl around the scenery, flicking their lights off and on as you try to keep your gaze planted on the werewolf, so as to not anger him.

“Now, now, no need to be scared,” A small grumble leaves his throat, but you can’t hear what he said in between his words. “Do I look like I’m going to hurt you?”

Once you don’t answer his question, he sighs deeply. “If I was going to hurt you,” He takes a step closer, forcing you to instinctively clutch your basket closer to your body and take a step back. “I would’ve done so by now, yes?” You wince at the feeling of his claw dragging itself over your jaw, your fingers digging into the handle on your basket as you bite your tongue, trying not to lash out at him for touching you.

“Jumpy, are we?” He chuckles, tail swaying behind him as his ear twitches in curiosity at your reaction. “To be honest, I’ve never seen a human up close. That must be why I’m so enamored by you.”

You finally decide to speak up, gripping your basket tightly as you murmur an excuse to leave, but once you take a step to do so, he blocks your path with a growing growl.

“Why so soon? I’m not hurting you, am I?” He snarls, and you flinch back. “I just want to talk, that's all. What happened to common courtesy for you humans?” You stare down at your basket and suddenly stretch your arms out to offer it to him.

“What? What about your silly basket…?” He growls, staring at the basket, but his eyes soften as he stares at it longer. Does he just want the basket or what?

The werewolf visibly licks his teeth, slobber and drool dripping down the corners of his mouth as he glares at the basket in your hands, smelling the hot food emitting from underneath the plaid patterned fabric.

“What a nice smelling basket you have there.” He growls, poking you in the chest with a claw as your body flinches back. He gives you a toothy grin at your reaction and swipes a claw across your chest, ripping the fabric with ease as you yelp, dropping the basket as you cover your bare chest. “I’m not very interested in that basket you have, though.”

Oh.

“You smell much more tasty,” You try to run, but a swipe of his arm and you’re forced against him, a sob leaving your throat as a claw presses against your adam’s apple. “Then whatever's in that basket there.” He says plainly, pointing at the basket on the ground as he kicks it aside, the contents spilling out onto the woodland floor.

“I could smell you from a mile away, I really could.” Slobber drips down onto your chest, and then you're trying your best to wipe it away with disgust plastered all over your face. “Luckily you took a wrong turn to your grandmother's house.”

What?

“You didn’t notice?” He cooes, two sets of claws dragging along your cheek. “I would’ve thought you noticed that I switched the signs.” Your eyes dart to the trees ahead and above you, fireflies dancing around as light up the scenery. How could you be so stupid? “Though I did get some help from some fairy folk. Perhaps it's your fault for not memorizing the way to her house?”

How does he know that you were visiting her? You choke up a sob as he grins down sadistically at you, showing off his teeth. It doesn’t take a genius to notice the specks of blood splattered in between.

“You visit her often, my dear.” He chuckles. “How could I have not noticed you by now? It's been weeks. Ah,” he sighs, dragging his claw down your leg as he rips more and more fabric, leaving you partly exposed to every watching eye in the forest. “Only now did I get so lucky.” You wince at the crisp feeling of the cold air on your exposed skin.

“You look so tasty…” You gasp and shudder away from him as he brings his face close to yours, taking in your scent as he groans quietly. “I wonder how your insides taste. They must be so sweet, every single one of them." He whispers hungrily, and then you’re suddenly lifted off your feet as your screams fill the air around you, trying to kick him away from you.

“Shut up, or I’ll kill you here; right now.” He snarls, slobber dripping onto your thighs as he brushes his mouth against them, and your cries cease almost immediately. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you stare at the fallen basket, alongside the now dirt covered goodies you had tucked away.

“Will you miss your basket, little red riding hood?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll come back for it later.”

“Right after I’ve eaten you, of course. In more ways than one.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

a little food for you guys while i work on bigger fics :) fighting between marcus and alex’s fic lol

might introduce an oc from outside of tumblr idk… how do yall feel abt a male yandere barista??? or another werewolf man? :)

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere werewolf #werewolf #red riding hood #dead dove do not eat #possessive yandere

[mooblybloom]

In my mind when Danny becomes king he appoints all of his friends that have helped him so far as his personal counsel and as time goes on they kind of fan out into the ghost Zone making themselves at home in different places or in some cases just making completely new places to call home and they all have code names along with all of them no longer Being Human in some capacity

For example:

Sam's code name is Nightshade this is because of the whole undergrowth situation however instead of retaining undergrowths powers she instead becomes a vampire due to the main trios shenanigans and then becoming a vampire she has a lot of time so she starts a witch coven that Focus mainly around protecting plant life

Tucker's code name is Conri, which means wolf King basically at some point during their Many Adventures as a trio Tucker got turned into a werewolf and was quickly accepted by the werewolf community of the ghost Zone.

Dani's just there for a good time as the ghost zones official youngest princess

However, Jazz has a more productive role both as princess and in the court as Judgment basically Danny got so paranoid about becoming Dan, so Jazz took it upon herself to become a contingency plan just in case that were to happen (this is inspired by this fic)

Valerie has the code name Vermilion because the red Huntress is a mouthful in introductions she's also a liminal due to the extended exposure to ectoplasm after spending so many days in the zone same with Jazz

Finally, Wes is also a liminal, but he's also been cursed by Nocture (because Nocturne is bored and likes fucking with wes) making him Critical Role. Basically he picked up this cursed ghost die and now whenever he wonders something like whether or not Danny is going to win a fight he sees numbers from 1 to 20, 20 being the best one being the worst (this is based off this fic)

#dpxdc #dp trio #dp #dp jazz #dp tucker #dp sam #dp valerie #dp Wes #dp Dani #danny fenton #danielle fenton #ghost king danny #danny phantom #feral danny phantom

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Are You There, Wolf? (M) ~Lee Know

Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Best Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~8k | AO3 Synopsis: Minho had always deemed himself a bit of a weirdo. In his humble opinion, he’d only become even weirder with time, especially after he acquired his supernatural… condition. He’d never cared much about it, not when you’d always been there for him, and hopefully you would always be. [This is an instalment of my WereRoomies series. You don’t particularly need to read the other instalments related to Minho to understand this, but it’ll add more depth to the story if you do, so I highly recommend it~]. Warnings: Minho’s POV · mentions of shooting guns [it’s an off-handed comment made by Minho, nothing serious, but figured i’d put a warning] · mentions of gambling · mentions of cheating [but no one cheated] · mentions of blood, injuries, and violence · near death experiences · Minho was dumb and in denial for a long while · mentions and depictions of monster fucking shenanigans · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Author’s Note: this originally started as a smutty drabble inspired by an ask from an anon… somehow it grew hands and beat me up and made me black out and now we’ve got a full instalment. a chunk of it is just stuff that happened in other instalments, but with Minho’s input. hope you enjoy ! special thanks to @notastraykid for reading this and letting me know it wasn’t the worst piece of literature she’s ever read.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Minho's previous WereRoomies instalments: Camping With Wolves & Dog Unleashed

Smut Warnings: mentions of oral · somnophilia [all acts related to it are consensual] · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is presumed to be on birth control] · creampie

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Minho always believed himself to be a rational man. He was also an animal, yes. But his animal instincts were, essentially, stunted. 

He wasn’t sure if it was because he was born human and turned into a werewolf when he was very young, or if there was something wrong with him in general–he honestly wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case.

Jisung–who’d been the first other werewolf Minho ever befriended–believed it to be the first option. He had encouraged Minho to go to a specialist and ask, but Minho never really paid much attention to it.

He figured that, as long as he didn’t feel ill or that he didn’t hurt anyone around him, it didn’t really matter.

However, just how many psychologists and therapists by trade seemed to choose that career path in order to understand their own brains and behaviours, sometimes he wondered if his own inability to understand his animal needs was what fully drove him into becoming a vet.

Sure, he had always cared for animal’s safety, he always knew one too many facts about many different critters, and with all the injured animals that seemed to come his way when he was a kid, he had spent more time at the vet’s office than he did in his own home. He supposed all things combined played a role in his career choice, and that had certainly helped him understand himself a little better… kind of.

Minho was a simple man. A man that, in a sick twist of fate, ended up becoming the dictionary definition of a monster.

He’d admit that for a long time, he blamed himself for what had happened to him. ‘Maybe if I hadn’t taken that detour through the woods that time I wouldn’t have been turned’, ‘Maybe if I had been paying attention to my surroundings I wouldn’t have been bit’, ‘Maybe I did something horrible in a past life or this one to warrant such an event’, he’d always think about these things whenever the pains and aches caused by his condition were a bit too strong to bear.

It took him an even longer time to accept the fact that it hadn’t been his fault at all. Nothing could’ve ever prepared him for the situation. He would’ve never been able to predict that a giant wolf would come out of nowhere and bite him completely unprompted. 

To this day, over ten years later, Minho still couldn’t remember what the wolf looked like.

It all happened so fast… All he could remember was the fuzzy canine shape, the sound of growls and snarls and of his own bones cracking inside his body, along with the searing pain that spread from the gash that the creature had left on his side.

He couldn’t remember the bleeding, or the amount of time he spent laying on the forest ground, or even the moment he was eventually found. One second he was in an immense amount of pain, and the next he was completely fine, as if nothing had happened, laying on a hospital bed with his best friend hugging him and sobbing against his chest.

Minho could’ve never imagined that that event in the woods would change the way he interacted with the world forever.

One seemingly normal evening after what he thought had been ‘an accident’, while he was hanging out in his best friend’s home, doing their weekly watch of Kamen Rider, it was like something suddenly started rattling inside of him. Like an itch one can’t seem to scratch satisfactorily.

He couldn’t breathe, his joints hurt, all his muscles seemed to burn, and before he knew it, he was feeling parts of his body he had never felt before. His vision felt different, his sense of smell was overwhelmed, and although his surroundings were familiar, it was almost like he was seeing them from someone else’s perspective.

Needless to say, he was having a full on meltdown right then and there. Especially when he caught what he thought would be a glimpse of himself on a reflective surface, and what he saw instead was a dog… Well, more accurately, a wolf.

To this day, he was very grateful that it all happened while you, his best friend, were there with him. Minho honestly wasn’t sure how he would’ve reacted had he been on his own. He could still remember the panic he felt, how much he was crying, how much you were crying. Things would’ve probably been very different if you hadn’t hugged him tight and reassured him time and time again that you’d be there for him… That you wanted to figure this out together.

When he had finally understood what had happened to him in the woods, and after many trips to the local library to do some digging on the internet, you both came to the conclusion that the most logical explanation to his newfound condition was that he was now afflicted with lycanthropy… And it wasn’t the psychological kind.

Which was crazy. 

Completely absurd.

But what seemed to be sourced in fantasy and myths was literally the only thing that matched his symptoms perfectly.

Everything was confusing for a long time after that. Everything was too loud, too bright, too intense… His already sensitive senses seemed to be overstimulated all day, every day–even worse than before–and he could hardly cope.

He could hear conversations that were happening metres away from him, he could hear people’s breathing and their heartbeats and sometimes other internal organs as well… It was honestly driving him a little bit insane.

Minho realised very quickly that having a supernaturally enhanced sense of smell when he was starting high school was quite possibly one of the worst things to ever happen to him. Having been turned into a werewolf was hard enough on its own, now he had to deal with teenagers that seemed to hold a grudge against soap.

When it all got too overwhelming, he simply got close to you. As close as he could. He was sure he had memorised the rhythm of your heartbeat at this point, and the constant, familiar sound always seemed to help ease his sour mood.

‘Have you gotten a new perfume? Or a new fabric softener?’ He couldn’t help but ask one day. He’d noticed recently that there seemed to be a scent of lavender lingering around him whenever you were close. He didn’t mind. In fact, it actually comforted him quite a bit.

‘You know I don’t use fabric softener, dummy. And no, I haven’t gotten a new perfume’, your answer puzzled him a bit, but it wasn’t until a handful of months later, when he finally met Jisung, that he understood what that lavender scent was.

When Minho first met Jisung, he was honestly a bit surprised. Mostly because the second Jisung was within his radius, it was almost like he could tell the younger boy was a werewolf, too. There was something about the smell of roses and cotton radiating from Jisung that just gave it away, although Minho didn’t know how, or why.

Jisung quickly became an integral part of his friend group–although, to be fair,  ‘group’ was a big word to use, considering you were the only real friend Minho had, and the one he consistently hung out with. What used to be a simple pair of weirdos became a trio of weirdos, and Minho was genuinely happy about that.

He immediately felt like he could trust Jisung, and in the long run, Minho was grateful for his presence. Not only because Jisung was funny and eloquent and he also enjoyed watching niche TV shows, but also because Jisung helped him understand this unexplored side of him.

‘You’re an alpha, clearly’, Jisung told Minho once. As if that meant something important. ‘Your scent is kind of… Like, you smell of vanilla and a recently lit bonfire. Somehow very alpha-like, but milder than what I’m used to, I suppose…’

Jisung explained to him all these werewolf designations of alphas, betas, and omegas that were based on a werewolf’s inherent nature… He explained what scents were, how to tell what status a wolf had based on their scent, and when he confirmed that humans did, in fact, also have a scent, Minho just knew then that that lavender scent he always smelt when you were close was simply your natural scent. Just like cotton and roses was Jisung’s.

Meeting Jisung–aside from meeting you–was possibly one of the best things that could’ve ever happened to Minho. Not only did Jisung become one of his best friends in this whole wide world, not only did he help Minho understand his newfound nature, but also, thanks to him, Minho was finally able to find a family of his own.

Being honest, in his hometown, Minho didn’t have anyone but you. His mother barely even gave him the time of day–mostly because she was busy working two or three jobs to support them both.

When his now step-dad came into the picture, money was no longer a problem, but by that point Minho had already been turned, and that, coupled with the fact that his step-dad wasn’t really that good of a man, was enough for him to distance himself from his relatives.

Minho also had Jisung for a while, but he eventually left town because his entire pack was moving out. That was fine, he was sure they would meet again eventually. Besides, technology around that time made it so it was hardly possible to not be in contact with someone.

After high school, when Minho finally decided to pursue higher education–to pursue his dream of becoming a vet–the university he wanted to study in was, coincidentally, in the same area where Jisung was living then. And not only was Jisung living there, he was in a pack. A different one from his childhood one.

Back in the early stages of his friendship with Jisung, he had explained to Minho that werewolves usually lived in packs, just like regular wolves did. Jisung’s childhood pack didn’t treat omegas that well, from what Minho could recall. So, being an omega himself, Jisung always felt like a bit of an outcast. The fact that he had found a pack where he was actually comfortable was a big deal, and Minho was genuinely happy for his friend.

Even though the pack was essentially only three young wolves, Jisung always spoke highly of his two other packmates. ‘Chris and Changbin are amazing people, dude. Never met wolves like them aside from, like… you. I think you’d be a great addition to our pack, and Chris agrees! Come meet them, you won’t regret it’.

And he didn’t regret it. Not one bit. If anything, joining Chris’ pack, becoming close to him and Changbin to help them lead it, was the third best thing that could’ve ever happened to Minho.

‘Changbin’s my right hand. Although it doesn’t make much sense to have a second in command when we’re, like, three dudes only, I feel like at any point more people could join us, so I like to be prepared’, Chris, the leader–the alpha–of that pack of Jisung’s wasn’t that much older than Minho, but there was something about him that exuded leadership and comfort. It was so obvious even someone like Minho, who wasn’t that in touch with his wolf instincts, was able to tell this man was a real alpha. 

‘It’s very customary for the alpha of the pack to have at least two other people next to them to deal with all possible pack matters, and Jisung believes you might be suitable for that. He said, and I quote, that you have a heart of gold. He vouches for you, and I trust him, so if you want to join and help me out, you’re more than welcome to. Hell, you’re welcome even if you don’t want to help me lead specifically, but it’s important you know that as a pack, we must always look out for each other’, Chris’ proposal was straight forward. No matter what role Minho would fill in, he was welcome to join them.

Being honest with himself, Minho wasn’t really that much of a leader–not in his opinion, at least–but the prospect of joining a pack seemed to tickle something on the back of his mind. He supposed it was one of those instinctual things he didn’t understand well, but, in a way, Chris made him feel reassured, so he told him he’d be happy to join and help him out however he could. With one condition, though.

‘You see, I’ve got my best friend… Not sure if Jisung has told you about her. She’s human, and she’s very important to me. If joining your pack of werewolves means I can’t see her anymore then I’m not doing it’, Minho loved Jisung, and he had a good impression of Chris and Changbin, but, truly, if joining them meant he had to leave you behind, he’d much rather stay on his own.

He knew from Jisung that the moment you moved into a werewolf den, a lot of decisions had to involve the alpha’s approval, and considering you were human, Minho had a genuine fear of Chris telling him that humans simply weren’t allowed. He’d honestly much rather shoot himself in the leg than have to cut ties with you. You’d been the only constant in his life, and losing you was something he just couldn’t afford. You meant too much to him. Maybe more than he would’ve liked to admit back then.

Thankfully, Chris didn’t seem to have major issues with that. If anything, all he did was ask to meet you before you could stay at his den, and as long as you were someone that could be trusted, he wouldn’t have any problems with your presence at the den. That was fine, there was no doubt in Minho’s mind that Chris would like you and see just how nice you were.

He had obviously been right. Your first time meeting Chris couldn’t have gone more smoothly. Not even fifteen minutes passed and he was already dragging Minho to the side and telling him it was all good. 

‘I think she’s nice. It’s fine by me if your kitten drops by or stays over whenever you guys want’, Chris had patted him on the back, with a teasing grin on his face, taking special care to stress the word kitten–which was a nickname Minho had given you randomly one day years ago while trying to cheer you up.

Giving you that nickname had been a moment of weakness, a moment in which he also had been sad and his inhibitions had lowered a bit. The pet name just fell out of his mouth, it had practically been a perfect textbook definition of a Freudian slip, considering Minho had, quite stupidly, developed a crush on you by then.

Chris was a good person, but he also seemed to enjoy teasing Minho whenever his more than obvious crush presented itself, even when Minho himself was in denial about it.

Minho was convinced you didn’t feel anything other than platonic love towards him, so he always tried to delude himself into thinking he absolutely didn’t have a crush on you. You were his best friend, one of the most important people in his life, and he would never risk losing you over what he believed to be unrequited feelings.

Sometimes, though, it was almost impossible not to think about you in ways that would definitely be considered inappropriate. It was easy in his day to day life, but, twice a year, he had to face the fact that his feelings for you went beyond your friendship…

Minho was well aware that he was a weird guy. Throughout his life, he had only ever cared about animals, Kamen Rider, and you and Jisung. He could hardly hold a normal, civil conversation if it didn’t involve any of those things, he said things and had odd habits that could potentially put off people around him, and that was only on his human side. His wolf side was a whole other can of worms.

He already had a hard time understanding his basic human needs, and that seemed to triple when it came to his animal needs. For a long time he couldn’t tell when he needed to go on a run, or when he was in a bad mood because of a weird scent around him, and no need to even get started on whatever the hell was happening with his ruts…

Figuring out that he now had to go through days of unbearable horniness was by far one of the weirdest experiences Minho ever had to deal with during this whole ‘being turned into a half animal’ thing. After he reached sexual maturity, twice a year, he had a time period of around four to five days when every single one of his instincts and senses pulled him into a trance-like state in which all he wanted to do was fuck.

But not only did he want to fuck… He specifically wanted to breed someone. And even more specifically, he wanted to breed you.

It was awful. The whole ordeal was physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausting.

The first time he went into rut, he was sure the pain he was feeling came close to the one he briefly felt back when he had been bit and turned. His body was increasingly warm, he was sweating buckets, his cock was hard for an almost criminal amount of time, and nothing he did made it better. 

Even if he managed to make himself come, it barely helped him feel relieved. If anything, it got him more frustrated, to the point where he would start breaking things around him–both intentionally and unintentionally.

The worst part of going into rut, though, was the thoughts he had throughout those days. He could only think of you. Of kissing you, of tasting those utmost sensitive areas of your body, of bending you over and ramming himself into you until he got tied to you and got to fill you to the brim with his cum…

Logic was something that didn’t exist for him in this time period, so those thoughts ran freely in his mind for the duration of his rut… thoughts that he had to come face to face once his rut subsided and he could think like a human again instead of a horny dog.

Needless to say, Minho couldn’t look at your face for a whole month after he went through his first rut. He was haunted by the images his imagination had produced at the time, and he was convinced you didn’t deserve that, that he had somehow broken your trust. It was something he never spoke about with anyone. Not even Jisung. He made a vow to keep this a secret in order to protect your friendship.

Little did Minho know that his friendship with you didn’t need to be protected from anything…

Many years after his first rut, sharing a bed with you during one fateful trip to the woods with the whole pack, was all it took for the line of your friendship to blur completely. Minho had been in denial about his feelings for so long, he had been completely blind to your feelings.

That night, with his senses enhanced by the moon, with his animal instincts bubbling to the forefront of his human mind, that need for you seemed to be impossible to ignore. While he laid with you on that bed, under the covers, being your big spoon, he couldn’t help but get lost in how fast your heart was beating the tighter he hugged you, he was drowning in your lavender scent, and he genuinely didn’t want to be rescued.

You staring at his mouth for a moment too long while he hovered over you had suddenly ignited a spark of hope deep within him. That, added to your increased heart rate, and what he couldn’t mistake for anything other than arousal lingering in your scent, was quickly making him delirious.

‘Kitten… Why are you… Why are you looking at my mouth?’

‘Just thinking…’

‘About?’

‘Things I should not be thinking about’. 

After the words came out of your mouth, and with all the sensory inputs around him, Minho suddenly felt so incredibly stupid.

How had he never noticed that your body seemed to react to him in the same ways his did to you? How long had it been doing that? He had been blindsided by his own desperate attempts to not drive you away from him with his feelings, he had never noticed you looking at him in the same way he looked at you.

He wasn’t sure if it had been the moon reinforcing his stunted instincts just enough to enhance his questionable sense of awareness, but as he looked at you, as he saw just how blown your pupils were, as he watched you stare at his mouth, all caution flew out the window. For once, he decided to take a chance, and the moment his lips made contact with yours, the moment the tiniest of moans left your mouth with the contact, he just knew he had made the right choice.

Kissing you, after so many years of trying not to think of what it would feel like, was even better than he could’ve ever imagined. Minho was ravenous, desperate to feel as much of you as he possibly could, and you, very clearly, were in a similar state.

You both agreed–while still kissing, if he might add–that you needed to discuss the situation, but, admittedly, neither of you wanted to stop. So you didn’t, but only after reaching a compromise to talk about it later.

Minho honestly couldn’t even tell how many times you both had sex that night. It seemed like he’d entered a time pocket in which the only thing that mattered was indulging in each other’s body as many times as you possibly could.

By the time you were both thoroughly satisfied, he simply hugged you close under the covers, relishing the feel of your bare skin against his, relishing the feel of your head on his chest and his arms around your frame. Hugging you to sleep, especially this intimately, was everything he could’ve ever hoped for.

It wasn’t like he’d never hugged you to sleep. He’d shared a bed with you many times in the past, but doing it after having your lips on his, after knowing how it felt like to be inside you, and the mere idea that you reciprocated his feelings, was enough to make him fall asleep smiling to himself like a fool.

Even the next morning, when Minho woke up, still very much naked, when he turned around to find you already awake and looking at him, he couldn’t help but smile like a fool once again. Especially not when you were smiling so bright yourself.

“Morning”, you mumbled, immediately shuffling closer so you could tuck your head under his chin and hug his waist.

“Morning, kitten”, Minho pressed a kiss to the top of your head and hugged you even closer, slotting one of his legs between yours to further tangle your limbs together.

You just hummed, nuzzling his neck before you started to press kisses on it. Your soft lips on his skin sent a shiver down his spine, which certainly didn’t help ease the effects of morning wood.

Minho was drowsy, maybe even still horny, but he needed to have this conversation with you, or he was sure he’d explode. “Can we talk about it now?”

You pulled yourself away from his neck to look him in the eyes. Reaching forward with your hand, you pushed his hair out of his eyes, and the movement made them fall shut. “What do you wanna talk about?”

You kept playing with his hair for a bit, then traced the features of his face with the pad of one of your fingers, until his eyes opened again.

“I need to know where we go from here”.

You took a deep breath, mulling his words. Finally, you retracted your hand from his face to hold his hand instead. “Minho, I let you do things to me last night that I’ve never let anyone else do. I don’t know about you, but I hope where we go from here is a relationship”.

Minho couldn’t help but wonder then if he would ever stop smiling like a fool after all this. “So you’re my girlfriend now? Is this what we’re doing?”

“Only if you’re my boyfriend”, you chuckled, leaning in to press a brief kiss on his cheek.

Minho hugged your waist, and he pulled you closer into him. “Mmm… Your ex is gonna have a field day if he ever finds out”.

Your ex had spent the last leg of your relationship with him convinced you had cheated on him with Minho. During the big fight that led to your breakup, he had told you how obvious it was that Minho had feelings for you. At the time you just dumped his ass, and Minho, Jisung, and you spent a whole evening just dragging his name through the mud.

That relationship didn’t last long anyway. He was probably, in Minho’s opinion, the worst partner you had ever had. He was insecure, misogynistic, and manipulative. You hadn’t cheated on him, but Minho supposed there was one thing he had been right about… he did have feelings for you back then.

You scoffed at the mention of your ex, rolling your eyes. “Just like your ex probably will, too”.

Ah, Minho’s ex… It had been a long time since Minho had been in a relationship, but how could he forget the ex that made him choose between him and you?

He could admit it was an asshole move to be involved romantically with someone while having feelings for someone else, but back then he was so deep in denial he couldn’t even acknowledge what he felt for you. Regardless, you were still his friend, and he’d never choose anyone else over one of his friends. In his opinion, someone that cared about him would never make him choose in the first place.

“I guess we’ll have to let them froth at the mouth with rage and believe whatever they want to believe. That is, if they still care”, Minho chuckled, rolling you on your back to start pressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

That seemingly innocent act of smothering your face with kisses turned into a much less innocent mess of lips and tongues. Minho came to find out that making out with you was absolutely exhilarating, especially when it ended with his mouth between your legs.

Fucking you that morning might’ve not been the smartest move to make when you both were about to walk into a kitchen full of people with enhanced senses, but Minho figured that if anyone commented on it, he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was going to keep it a secret, anyway.

Although, he’d admit that having Jisung scream it to everyone in the room caught him off guard. Just like learning that everyone had placed bets on whether Minho and you would get together last night also caught him off guard.

He figured he deserved that last one, considering he himself had also gotten the rest of the pack to place bets on whether Chris and his girlfriend would fuck last night or not…

In any case, other than the bet, the whole pack seemed to seamlessly embrace this new dynamic between you and Minho. After all, starting a relationship with you didn’t change things much.

You still lived almost an hour away from him, you still encouraged him to indulge in his interests, you still talked every day… If anything, the only major difference was that you met more frequently now. Seeing you weekly instead of monthly was certainly an improvement.

It was kind of amusing to Minho how everything was almost the same. He still took you places, still held your hand and hugged you and brushed your hair out of your face whenever he felt like it, but now he could let his fingers linger on your skin for longer, he could lean in and press a kiss wherever he wanted on your face, and, at the end of the day, he could take you home and fuck you dumb for as long as you’d let him.

There was only one thing, though, that seemed to be a problem… It was something he didn’t really want to acknowledge, but he knew would explode on his face at some point.

Minho was an animal.

Eventually, he’d go into rut, and knowing you, he was sure you’d want to help him go through it.

Minho had never spoken to you about his ruts, but he knew you’d learnt a great deal about it from the other girls at the den as well as Jisung. You’d never brought it up to him before, and he was sure it was because you simply knew he didn’t want to talk about it. 

Now that you were his girlfriend, it was only a matter of time before he’d have to face this problem head on. Because that was what this whole thing was to Minho… a problem. 

Even if during his rut all he could think about was you, he usually got violent. Very violent.

He’d punch walls and break numerous pieces of furniture and appliances, and having you there with him could put you at risk of getting caught in the cross-fire. If he ever hurt you, Minho would never, ever forgive himself. Especially when he just knew you would. You would make excuses for him, you’d enable him and his animal ways like you always did, and he just didn’t want to put you in that position.

Granted, he should’ve probably told you all this, and he had been hyping himself up to do it, but you had been faster than him. The night you finally asked him about his rut he had been severely unprepared to handle the situation.

Minho told you he wouldn’t spend his rut with you. He could’ve probably worded it better, but before he knew it the situation escalated and you were having an argument and he had unintentionally made you feel unwanted, which was just so far from reality…

He wanted to tell you just how much he wanted you, but before he could you’d put space between yourselves and left him there on his own. It was late at night when it happened, but he wasn’t necessarily worried for your safety when you left, because he just knew you’d either go to one of the girls’ flats or to Jisung’s.

Forty minutes after the whole ordeal, he received a text from Jisung confirming his suspicions. The younger wolf told him you were at his place and that he’d take care of you for the night, which Minho was immensely grateful for.

He spent the entire night tossing and turning, wondering how to best word his predicament so he wouldn’t inadvertently hurt you and make you feel unwanted again. Essentially, his reservations when it came to spending his rut with you had nothing to do with you, and all to do with him.

So, the next morning, he made his way to Jisung’s and waited patiently for you to wake up. Jisung had given him a rundown of what had happened the night before, without revealing too much of what you’d told him since he usually liked to keep your conversations as private as possible–just like he kept the conversations he had with Minho as private as possible whenever he spoke to you.

So, when you woke up, Minho immediately explained the situation. He confessed to you how he’d always wanted you, how he couldn’t stop thinking about you whenever he went into rut, and how he got incredibly violent during that time period, so violent he feared he would harm you in any way.

You understood, of course. You always did.

You apologised for jumping to conclusions, and for forcing him to talk about something when he was clearly not ready to do it, which he appreciated. He also apologised for not communicating properly, an apology that you also seemed to accept. At the end of the day, he understood why the whole thing happened in the first place, and he made a mental note to try and not keep things like these from you ever again. 

Funny thing, how the universe always seems to play with people like they were little pieces in a funky little game.

When Minho did go into rut, he was so out of it he completely forgot to let you or anyone else know. You had a tendency to drop by his place unannounced, which he didn’t mind, but that day, it was far from ideal, to say the least.

He was sweating, frustrated, in pain, and the second he heard the beeps of the front door’s lock and the smell of your scent hit him, he just lost it.

It was all a blur after that. He tried to hold back, to tell you to leave, but you didn’t. Of course you wouldn’t leave…

To his surprise, that violence that seemed to seep out of him whenever he went into rut wasn’t there. His thoughts were plagued with only you and your lavender scent and the need to pleasure you and to pump you full of his pups.

When he finally managed to do all that, he quickly realised that he’d only ever been violent because he couldn’t have you. In retrospect, he should’ve known. But he’d proven to be tone deaf enough to not understand what his needs were, and this clearly wasn’t an exception.

Nothing had felt quite as fulfilling as spending that rut with you. It was all he’d ever wanted and more. His almost endless supply of cum, his knot, his insatiable need to fuck and fuck and fuck… You’d taken it all like a champ, and even when he wasn’t that in tune with his inner wolf, he could still feel just how proud it was, how proud he was of you.

The word mate kept repeating over and over in his mind the entire time, and he supposed you were his mate, all things considered.

Forever was a big word, but Minho figured that, at least at that point in time, he couldn’t ever imagine his life with anyone else. Especially not now that you were finally sharing your feelings with each other after years and years of pining.

For all he knew, anything that could have potentially been a problem in his relationship with you had been addressed after that. Minho was happy, you were happy, and it all seemed to have taken its natural course.

Except for one maybe not so small thing…

Minho wanted you to move in with him. He’d honestly wanted it since before you got together. He missed you often, and he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.

The distance during the week was starting to stress him out way more than he’d like to admit, and even if he’d been slowly making space in his flat for you, he knew he’d ask you sooner or later. He hadn’t brought the topic up after you got together because he knew your job was important to you, and moving in with him would probably mean you’d have to quit and find something else closer to where the den was.

He could offer to support you financially, but he just knew you wouldn’t have wanted that. The second you’d started working and being financially independent, you couldn’t imagine ever having to rely on someone else–that was what you had told him all those years ago, at least…

You moving in with him made so much sense, though. Some weekends, Minho would go over to your place, but you’d told him several times that you preferred his home over yours. You’d told him it was more lively, that you enjoyed the presence of the other pack members, and that the only thing you genuinely liked about your flat was that Sir Percival was in it.

Sir Percival was your elderly cat that you adopted when you were a child. He was one of the many cats Minho had rescued, and he was probably the reason you ever spoke to Minho in the first place. Back then, the day you met, you approached him only because he was trying to save Sir Percival’s entire litter that had been abandoned by the side of the road.

So, yes. You moving in with him to Chris’ den just made all the sense in the world to him. Especially at moments like these.

Whenever Minho got to lay on your bed like he was doing now, he could certainly understand why you felt that his flat was more homely. You hardly had any decor in your room, and the whole flat was in a similar state. You never particularly liked this place in the first place, but you stayed because it was close to work and rent was relatively cheap.

‘I’ll probably move out soon, so no need to go all in on the decoration’, you’d told Minho years ago when you moved in. You kept putting it off, and now here this place was, void of anything that would highlight your wonderful personality other than the cat toys littering the floor, and the cat tower in the corner of your living room.

Whenever Minho came over, Sir Percival always avoided coming to your room unless it was absolutely necessary. The cat had told Minho that if he ever walked in on them having sex again he’d purposefully ruin the mood by throwing up a hairball, so he preferred to stay in the living room, even if it meant he couldn’t sleep by your feet like he loved to do.

That was fair, Minho supposed. He didn’t feel comfortable having Sir Percival in the room when you were getting intimate, either, so he appreciated the privacy. 

Right now, though, since he had woken up in the middle of the night and hadn’t been able to fall asleep again, he was wondering if he should go out and bring Sir Percival to bed. Maybe his warmth and his purring could help him fall asleep again…

Unlike Minho, you were sleeping soundly next to him, with your back turned to him. If he stood up from this bed he might wake you up, and he didn’t want you to be in his situation… So he settled on focusing on your steady breathing while he waited for sleep to claim him again.

It was just as he was almost asleep again that a minute sound made his body jerk awake. 

It came from you. It was a whimper, barely even audible. But how could he not hear it with his enhanced senses? When you were so close?

It would’ve worried him, had the smell of your arousal not knocked the air straight out of his lungs.

Minho would’ve never imagined his sleepless night would’ve taken him to this intersection, but here he was. He realised he could do one of three things… One, he could ignore the fact that you were right there next to him, presumably having a wet dream… Two, he could wake you up to reenact whatever it was you were dreaming about… Or three, he could use this as an opportunity to indulge in something he hardly ever did…

Since he started a relationship with you, Minho and you had many opportunities to try new things. You were quite open to try any and every seemingly odd activity in the bedroom–be it anal, or role-play, or some light bondage, you were always down to try it. And when Minho brought up his little fantasy of touching you while you were asleep, you’d been more than ecstatic to try it out… To the point where he was sure if he hadn’t brought it up, you would’ve done so eventually.

There was something about the fact that you trusted him enough to let him do things to you while you were unconscious that excited him. Maybe it was a projection of all those nights back then that he’d spent trying not to fantasise about you when you slept together, or maybe it was simply the act itself that he inexplicably enjoyed… Regardless of what it was, your little whimpers had his mind clouding a bit.

Sometimes, before you fell asleep next to each other, you’d turn to him and tell him ‘Maybe I’ll wake up to a surprise tomorrow…’ with that lilt in your voice that just let him know exactly in which way you wanted him to wake you up. That had been the case last night, and Minho had considered doing it a bit later, when the sun was starting to rise at least. But he figured, since you were already having a bit of fun in your dreams, maybe a midnight treat wouldn’t hurt.

Scooting closer to you, his hand found your waist. He held you tight while he pressed his nose to your pulsepoint, right under your jaw. He could hear your blood flowing, your heart rate increasing, and the scent of your excitement had him almost salivating.

Dragging his hand from your waist to your hip, he carefully caressed your body over the fabric of your sleeping gown, just as he pressed his growing erection against your ass. A tiny moan escaped your mouth, but your steady heartbeat let him know you were still pretty much asleep.

Whatever it was you were dreaming about had you shuffling the tiniest bit, enough for your ass to rub against his crotch, and he could already feel a bit of wetness soiling the material of his sleeping shorts. His own fluids, to be precise. It was one of those things that shocked him after he turned, just how much fluid his body could produce. Be it saliva, or sweat, or cum… It was slightly inconvenient, but at the very least, you always seemed to enjoy it, so he supposed it wasn’t so bad.

Minho dragged his hand from where it’d been caressing your hip up your torso, stopping only when he was finally able to cup one of your breasts. He generously fondled and squeezed the flesh, not holding back one bit. If you woke up, you woke up, and if you didn’t, you didn’t. Simple as that.

Dragging the pad of one of his fingers over your stiffening nipple, he relished the way your heartbeat picked up, as well as the way you started to writhe a bit in his hold.

“You’re so soft, baby…” Minho couldn’t help but mumble against the skin of your neck, and you whined, almost like you were reacting to him. And maybe you were. He liked to believe that to be the case.

He pinched and twisted your nipple between his fingers, pressing kisses on your neck and grinding his now fully hardened length against your ass. “I wonder what you’re dreaming about, my kitten… Is it me? I hope it’s me…”

Minho was very quiet, but he hoped you could hear him even in your dreams. He figured you might’ve, considering how fast your heart was beating now.

He was genuinely planning on dragging this out for as long as possible, but when you mumbled something akin to his name, he simply couldn’t hold back any longer. He removed his hand from your breast after one final hefty squeeze, only to bring that same hand between your bodies. His digits made contact with your entrance, and he couldn’t help but take in a deep breath at just how wet you were.

He wondered how much of it was your own arousal, and how much of it was his own cum that might’ve remained there from when you had sex last night before going to bed. He didn’t come inside often, but when he did, the thought of you having a part of him within your warmth did things to him, it tickled a secluded area of his brain, and it certainly excited him. He supposed it was instinctual. One of those wolf things he hardly ever paid attention to.

Delaying no further, he freed himself out of his sleeping shorts, just enough to drag the tip of his cock up and down your drenched folds. Minho almost got winded when he heard the moan that came out of your mouth in response to his motions. Your lavender scent wrapping around every single one of his nerve-endings enticed him, and he just couldn’t deny himself anymore.

He usually preferred to make sure you were well stretched enough to take him in, but considering you’d been stretched plenty last night, he figured you’d be just fine. And he was proven correct when he finally pushed himself fully within your warmth, when the wetness between yours legs let him slide in with ease.

Minho couldn’t help but groan at the feeling, just as a moan of your own escaped your mouth.

“You’re so warm, baby…”

He pulled his hips back, only to push them forward to start a slow, pleasant rhythm. His hold was tight on your hip, your heart sounded like it was close to leaping out of your chest, and the second your walls clenched on his length, he just knew you’d wake up soon… You’d wake up exactly to what you had wanted.

“Oh–oh, Minho…”

There was no mistaking it anymore, your barely audible moans had slightly increased in tone, and you’d started to push your hips back a bit.

Minho just hummed in response, dragging his hand from your hip to your lower belly. You placed your own hand on top of his, lacing your fingers together and sighing contently.

The kisses he left on your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulder seemed to spur you on, the movement of your hips increased in pace, and he just increased his in return. He was mumbling nonsense against your skin, tightening his hold on your interlocked fingers, getting completely lost in the feel of your tight warmth around him.

Before he knew it, you had turned your body a bit, and he had pushed your legs apart to get better access to your heat.

With an arm below you for his hand to hold yours, he took advantage of this position by using his other hand to pull one of your legs over his hip and for his fingers to find their rightful place between your legs.

You just kissed him. You kissed him like you’d die if you didn’t, mumbling words of appreciation of your own between each kiss, broken up by moans and sighs and whimpers with every thrust of his hips and every circle drawn on your clit.

“You’re so good to me”, you mumbled, tightening your hold on his hand, moaning so prettily he almost blew then and there.

“And you to me”, he replied simply, picking up his pace, relishing your scent and your warmth and just… you.

Time always seemed to slow down whenever you had sex, especially at these hours of the night, to the point where he could never tell how long it’d been since that first thrust. All Minho could register was how incredibly good he felt, how your heart was thumping fast in your chest, and how hard you were clamping around his cock.

The sounds you made whenever you came undone under his touch and his motions were like music to his ears, they spurred him on, borderline urged him to come himself. And there was certainly hardly anything he would’ve enjoyed more right now than to blow his load while you were still spasming around him, while all you could mumble was his name, while all he could mumble was yours.

Your chest rose and fell with your deep breaths, and while the after effects of his orgasm still clung to every single one of his senses, you pulled him in for a slow, tender kiss. Minho immediately melted, holding you tighter and still enjoying the comfort of your inner walls.

When you pulled back from the kiss, he brushed his nose against yours, making you smile and giggle, and you sounded incredibly sleepy even after all that had transpired just minutes ago. He pulled you into his arms, entangling his legs with yours as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Everything was calm around you. The room was barely illuminated by the lampposts outside your windows, and Minho suddenly felt like humming a random song you’d been listening to earlier in the evening… So he did, all as he caressed your hair.

You nuzzled your face further into his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him tight. Right then, Minho figured that every choice he had ever made, that everything that had happened to him, had taken him to this moment, and if that were truly the case, then he honestly wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

“Babe?” You mumbled, the sound slightly muffled against the fabric of his vest top.

“Hm?” Minho kept caressing your hair, your back, holding you close and keeping you there.

“I love you”.

He honestly couldn’t help but smile. Of course he knew you loved him. You’d shown him just how much countless times before. Not only throughout your relationship, but way before that… He’d honestly known since that time you hugged him when he had shapeshifted into a wolf the very first time.

“I love you, kitten, baby… So much”.

You pulled away from his chest and looked at him, with a blinding smile on your face. Granted, he could hardly see it in the dark room, but he saw enough. Enough to know just how much you cared. 

But alas, Minho was first and foremost your best friend, and even if he was melting on the inside with your confession, he just had to be annoying about it. “I can’t believe you beat me to say it first, though. I won’t ever forgive you”.

You gasped dramatically, bringing a hand to your mouth for emphasis. “Here I am? Baring my heart to you? And this is what I get? Fine, I won’t ever forgive you for never forgiving me”.

You were just about to turn away from him, he just knew. So he held you tighter, keeping you in place while he laughed. Your façade crumbled immediately, and you laughed with him, all while he kept pressing kisses on your cheeks.

“Guess I’ll just have to say it as much as possible to get the upper hand”, Minho mumbled against your cheek, just before he started leaving behind an ‘I love you’ after every kiss he pressed on your heated skin.

When your chuckles died down, and he was satisfied with the amount of times he had professed his love, silence enveloped you both once again. Minho simply laid on his back, hugging you close as you laid your head on his chest, right over his heart.

He wasn’t sure if it was the admittance of his feelings, or the hormonal rush of a good fuck, or your lavender scent that seemed to make him delirious sometimes, but, before he knew it, the words were coming out of his mouth with no way to stop them.

“Would you like to move in with me?”

No take-backsies now, he supposed.

You took in a deep breath, but remained silent for a moment.

It was just as Minho was about to panic that you finally spoke. “Do you think Chris would accept Sir Percival into the pack as well? I’m not leaving him behind”.

Minho couldn’t help but chuckle. “He’ll have to. Otherwise I’ll threaten him until he does”.

It was all a bluff… mostly.

Minho would respect any decision Chris took, but if it came to it, he kind of knew that if he laid out why it was important to him to take in both you and Sir Percival, Chris would agree, so he wasn’t particularly worried. Sir Percival already respected Chris, from what Minho knew, so he was almost ninety percent sure it wouldn’t be a problem.

You took in another deep breath, pulling yourself away from Minho’s hug so you could straddle him instead. With your full weight on his body and your hands on his chest, you looked down at him, taking in his features.

“I guess I’ll need to start applying for jobs, then”, you just smiled brightly at him.

Minho held your waist, smiling at you in return right before he pulled you down for a kiss. With you and Sir Percival there at the den, his family would finally be complete, and he felt as if his heart was about to burst at the thought.

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[duckchu]

Hii! I’m not sure if you have Heartsteel requests but I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Heartsteel boys with reader (Gender Neutral) who’s a big fan of Halloween. Like, they go all out on their outfits and love to do escape rooms, haunted houses (rarely getting scared in them and solving a lot of the puzzles in the escape rooms) and also try to scare the Heartsteel boys?

Oh I could! Sorry for the wait, school and life kinda get in the way lol

Hearsteel x Halloween lover reader

Kayn

Out of all the festivities, this is definitely his favourite one

While he's not as hyped as you, he likes seeing you preparing your outfit for the occasion

Maybe even helping you

Though he would insist on adding some "great' details

Would go with you to any "scary' attraction you wanted

He actually hoped to get some cuddles out of you because he was sure you would be scared shitless

But he was the one scared

Don't tell anyone tho

Would also probably like to have a quickie in the haunted house

He really enjoys going to escape rooms with you, since he can just stand back and look at you while you work on the puzzles

He loves when you try to scare the rest of the band with him

Like leaving a fake spider in Ezreal's favourite mug

You thought his notes were high? Wait till you hear him screeching about a spider

Or making Yone think there's ghosts in the house when he's sleep deprived and working (poor Yone)

Though you end up laughing too hard and getting caught

But the best was definitely scaring Aphelios

Since it was an occasion to take revenge for his pranks

This year it was hiding a fake severed hand in his bed

Maybe that was too far...he almost had a heart attack

And you two are his prime targets now

Yone

He isn't really a fan of dressing up, but would agree to do a costume with you

And holy shit did you pull through

He was amazed at your costumes

Though he's not a fan of scary attractions, not because he's scared, he just thinks they're cheap scares, but would do it for you

He wasn't amused at all, but as long as you enjoyed it, he was happy

Now escape rooms were more his thing

He enjoyed solving the puzzles with you

Rather than scare the other members with you, he tries to make you not do it

Especially since Kayn was really mad about your little prank of turning off the lights and grabbing him when he was watching horror movies. But if an occasion like that presents itself...

Aphelios

He and Alune didn't really celebrate Halloween as kids so you're determinated to make it up to him

Like making your costume with him

He really enjoyed it, especially cleaning up with you after ~

He got really scared in the haunted house, but actually liked it

But found the escape room kind off boring

As for scaring the other boys...He loved it!

You two decided to pull off a bigger prank and make the other boys think that there was a murder in their apartment before they moved in and there's a ghost there now

So you two began flicking the lights on them all the time, always covering eachothers backs

And doing other ghost shenanigans

Until finally, when they were busy you drew a chalk outline under the carpet and when they came back, pretended to trip on it, rolling it up a little and revealing a little of the outline

Needles to say, everyone was scared shitless

Untill you couldn't stop yourself and started giggling

They were so pissed at you two

Ezreal

He's not the biggest fan of Halloween, but can enjoy some aspects of it

Like making a cute costume with you

Maybe vampires? Or werewolfs?

Would ultimately let you decide, but would like something he can look hot in

Of course hated the haunted house since he got scared shitless

And just watched you do all the work in the escape room

He finally gets to get back at the others for teasing him all the time! Especially with your help

And you were more than eager to help

Especially since hiding in Setts plushie pile to scare him was cozy

And his reaction was priceless

Sett

He thought a matching costume would be cute

As long as he didn't have to wear sleeves

Was sure the haunted house would get you scared and wasn't sure if he wanted to go with you

But alas you needed your knight in shining armour

So he went

And surprise, surprise, he was the one scared

You had to be hugging him

But you enjoyed it

He was surprisingly helpful in the escape room

And he loved scaring the other boys

Like how you two made Kayn think he was haunted

Maybe he deserved it tho

K'Sante

He loved making your costume with you

You two looked the best no matter where you went to and Halloween was no exception

You both thought the other would get scared in the haunted house, but you both were just fine

In the escape room, he wanted to help you, but also enjoyed seeing you so focused and the satisfaction on your face when you solved a puzzle

But wasn't that keen on scaring the other boys

Maybe except Aphelios

He's still mad about the protein powder

That poor man was afraid to leave his room for a week after you made him think he found you dead

But it's all good now

And maybe he won't mess with his gains now

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela @hippolotamus @bi-buckrights @exhuastedpigeon Thank you lovelies 💖

How many works do you have on ao3?

89 that’s not too shabby is it. Three years of writing this summer.

What's your total ao3 word count?

902,255 that is quite a few words isn’t it.

What fandoms do you write for?

911

Top five fics by kudos:

If You Break It 3.2k Chris overhears a something and gets upset, then he tells Buck who gets upset too.

They say the Truth will set you free 2.3K Buck get a dose of something at work and gets emotional and chatty

Could Have Should Have Would Have 3.2k an unexpected“I love you” but it’s too late. Isn’t it?

Just Ask 1.7K Eddie's having thoughts, he wants to touch. Buck's ok with that, all Eddie has to do is ask.

Looking from the outside 2.4K TWhat happens when everyone you meet thinks you’re married to your perfectly platonic best friend. Most of these are quite old now, I think I’ve written some just as good or even better but fics don’t seem to get as much kudos these days

Do you respond to comments?

yes everyone is really important to me

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No fics really end angsty round here but this one’s pretty emotional along the way.

Alone With Your Thoughts Buck gets very badly hurt (for plot reasons) and trying hard to stay alive he realises he’s not as alone as he thought.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

See above! All happy can’t choose the happiest.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet- think I’m too small to get noticed maybe!

Do you write smut?

Um yes I certainly do 😏 and quite well I like to think 😉 in fact an example will be popping along in FIF shortly

Craziest crossover:

Nope - now AUs is a different story

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! Can’t imagine anyone noticing my fics enough to steal them

Have you ever had a fic translate

Someone asked to once but who knows!

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope

All time favourite ship?

Gotta be buddie hasnt it. They just inspire me

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of my wips languish right now and are crying out for attention but I fully intend to finish them all. I do!

What are your writing strengths?

Not sure?! I think my more canon style fics are quite consistent with the characters in the show. Think that I’m pretty good with a complicated plot but you tell me?? I like the way I can wrap a bit of humor around the more tense bits too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Long sentences? An over enthusiasm for the comma? Too long? Poor tagging?

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Maybe controversial but I’m not a huge fan of eddie using Spanish terms of endearment in fics. If he ever does it in show I’ll feel better about it, but it doesn’t actually feel very him, apart from that I don’t mind

First fandom you wrote in?

911

Favourite fic you've written?

How can I chose!! But these old chestnuts I’ve gone on about before but I, very proud of them actually

The Lost and The Found werewolf/shifter au

Good Knight Sweet Prince Prince/knight au

Tied To You From The Start smutty paranormal shenanigans

And obviously dragonriders au… see FIF post shortly

Thanks for tags you lovely lovely people you’re all so so talented I adore you you make my days so much brighter ☀️💜☀️

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@bidisasterevankinard @bekkachaos @elvensorceress @rainbow-nerdss @honestlydarkprincess

@saybiwithme @loveyouanyway @lover-of-mine @watchyourbuck @jesuisici33

@monsterrae1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @shortsighted-owl @fiona-fififi @the-likesofus

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Valentine's Cards

PDH boys x Gn!Reader

Aaron x Reader, Garroth x Reader, Laurance x Reader, Ein x Reader, Zane x Reader, Blaze x Reader, Gene x Reader, Kai x Reader, Dante x Reader, Travis x Reader

Hey,

Happy Valentine's Day. I've been meaning to ask you.. if you'd like to be my Valentine? We could go watch a movie or something, whatever you'd like.

Of course, you could always decline. I just hope you know you're amazing. Thank you for being there for me at my lowest point. It's my turn to be there with you on a special day like this.

Lots of love,

Aaron♡

Dear (Y/n),

Happy Valentine's Day♡ On such a special day, I'd love to be spending it with you if you'll allow me. We could do whatever you'd like, just you and me.

I hope you like the flowers I got you. I'd be delighted to have you join me after school today to celebrate such a special occasion. I'll come pick you up from your last class. Take care, xxx.

•3•~♡

Yours truly,

Garroth Ro'Meave

(Y/n) (L/n),

Hey there. Happy Valentine's Day, be my Valentine? Thank you for being my friend, (Y/n). Thank you for seeing me for who I am. I'd like to return the favor by taking you out, if you'll let me.

What do you say? Want to join me and make me the happiest Laurance on Earth? ;)

Signed with love,

𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒵.

☆(Y/n)☆

Be my Valentine? I know I'm just a boring werewolf, but I really like you. ☆ And.. I'd love to spend more time to get to know you. You're beautiful and sweet and kind and loving and ☆ caring and amazing and I'd be so happy to have you celebrate this year's Valentine's Day with me. ☆

☆ If you'd like, we could take things slowly. I don't mind. I just hope to be with you today.☆

Sincerely,

Ein <3

Hey. You.

Happy Valentine's Day. Do you want to hang out together today? Not as a date or anything, just.. casual hanging out. Yeah.

As part of the Shadow Nights, I promise to give you the best time of your life.

So if you'd like we could go do some cool stuff together. Like skateboarding or spraypainting some walls or something. Just cool stuff. But we'll be doing it together.

-Zane

(Y/n),

Hey, pup♡ Happy Valentine's Day. D'you wanna be my Valentine? Even though werewolves can't have chocolate, we could still go have a romantic meal together, if you're up for it?

I'd love to spend today with you if you'd let me. Take a little break off of the pack, and it's shenanigans. You get me?

Hope to see you after school♡

~The guys name that shines brighter than the sun (aka Blaze)

Hey cutie~

You're cute, y'know that? I'd love to have you as my Valentine this year. We don't have to do anything too crazy if you don't want to. I just want to be with you.

How about I take you shopping today? I know you're not a big fan of skipping classes so I'll come over to your classroom and get you, yeah? Can't wait to see you, cutie~

Leader of the Shadow Knights,

Gene

Hi lunch buddy,

I know we've only ever talked during lunch mostly, but you're really awesome and I'd like to get to know you more. Would you consider being my Valentine?

You can find me today during lunch, and I'll take that as a yes. I made your favourite~

Kai ฅ^._.^ฅ

Hey baby~

We all know I'm the hottest in the school. Would you like to be my Valentine? I'd be honored to have such a hot person like you be mine.

Consider it for a while, babe, and text me when you have your answer~ muah~

-Hot stuff, Dante

(Y/n),

I know I'm usually flirting with every girl in the school, but I want you to know I'm not actually all that.

You've helped me realised that there's more to me than what Dante depicts me as, and for that I thank you. Would you like to be my Valentine? Or we could take things slowly and be friends. I don't mind.

But happy Valentine's Day regardless to the prettiest person I know.

Travis :D

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MY INNDER DEMONS VER

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[mypoisonedvine]

Happy 30k to one of my favorite writers!!! You’re seriously so incredible and passionate and I love your work so so much.

Sleepover request if you feel so inclined: Bill Weasley and either sex pollen, werewolf shenanigans, or having to sneak around 12 Grimmauld Place

Cheers!

okay this was literally me reading all your different ideas

but I went with sex pollen and it turned out super long! and I had to rewrite it twice!

warnings: normal sex pollen stuff like dub con and rough sex, plus overstim, cheating, and creampie <3

length: 2k

“We can’t,” he kept repeating, more to himself than to you now.  “We can’t, we can’t…”

He said it with every panting breath— each breath that made his exposed, sweaty, toned chest rise and fall, each breath that passed through his slack, plush lips…

He was on the floor, across from you, where you’d fallen when standing had become too much; he leaned his back against the wall, and kept an arm draped carefully over his lap where you knew a bulge must have been threatening to burst through his corduroys— if this was affecting him at all like it was affecting you, which it looked like it was, considering you were both laying on the potion room floor.

Because this was where it all began: it was your idea to mess with some rare ingredients for fun after a long day of curse breaking, and you had to invite your favorite-coworker-turned-best-friend, because you did damn near everything together.  Everything, except the thing you couldn’t stop thinking about now.

He knew right away what you’d (accidentally) made, and what it would do to the two of you just from breathing the fumes.  He tried to warn you, but once it started there was no way to stop it— we just need to ride it out, he’d said, but remembering that while you looked at him now just made you thinking about riding him.

“We can’t,” he panted again, his prayer.

“Right,” you agreed, eyes running up and down his form as you felt his stare all over you.  “We can’t… why can’t we, again?”

He smiled a little, barely having the energy to laugh, and you just wanted to lick his teeth.  What’s gotten into me?!  “We… we’re coworkers,” he reminded you.  “We shouldn’t.”

“Well, it happens.  Two of our coworkers are fucking already.”

His eyes widened.  “Which ones?”

“I’ll tell you if you touch me.”

“Damn it,” he groaned.  “It’s not just that— we’re friends.  Really good friends.  It’s not… it could mess things up with us.”

“Uh huh,” you nodded, even though you didn’t really care about whatever crap he was coming up with— another pang of need hit you between your legs, and your thighs clenched together.  

“And then there’s, you know, the boyfriend,” he added.  

“Right!  Yes, my boyfriend,” you agreed.

“He wouldn’t like it much if we…”

He trailed off, and you nodded.  “Yeah,” you sighed, “him.  You know, er… that guy…”

Bill sighed; “You forgot his name, didn’t you?”

“I think it starts with a ‘J’...”

He closed his eyes.  He was just as desperate as you, but he had enough logic to know that the effects would fade, and you wouldn’t be able to take back what you did under them.  And he was much more scared of you regretting this than of getting beaten up by the J-something guy.  “Whatever his name is, he… definitely exists,” Bill promised you.

As much as your boyfriend certainly did exist, you just knew that he could never make you feel like it would feel to jump Bill right now— to give in to every filthy desire coursing through your veins.  “It hurts,” you whispered.

Bill swallowed, and you watched his throat bob.  “Yeah,” he nodded in agreement.

There was a longer silence, and you shut your eyes, and you tried to think of anything else.  You tried to ignore the growing patch of wetness in your panties, the heat in the air that clung to your clothes, the way Bill looked with his shirt open to cope with the heat, the way Bill looked at you—

You bit your lip.  “Bill,” you said, and he just kept looking at you.  “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this to you right now.”

He watched you with that heavy, dark stare, and you wanted to drown in it.

“Please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, shutting his eyes and writhing a bit against the wall.  “Don’t.  I have a hard enough time saying no to you already, before all this.”

“I know,” you whimpered, “and I know you can take this pain away, Bill, I know you can make it stop— please, I fucking need you right now—”

He shut his eyes tight, he hissed through his teeth, he tightened his fists at his sides and you could swear you saw his hips buck up in the air just a bit.

“I’ll be good— please, I’ll do anything—”

“Shut up,” he demanded.

“I wanted this,” you admitted, finally, “I thought about it.  Before now.”

In an instant, he was up and he was dragging you by the ankles to lay flat on the floor, under him.  “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he warned with a growl.

It was like you could feel the vibration of his voice right in your cunt.  “Never lied to you, Bill,” you promised, “I just never told you— I thought you didn’t— you never— but I wanted you—”

Before you could finish the thought, not that you’d finished any of those thoughts, he slammed his lips down on yours and kissed you so good that it already felt like a huge wave of relief; you reached up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, desperate for more.

He groaned as his kiss moved to your neck and chest, his hands tearing ferociously at your clothes.

“You’re a better friend than me,” he admitted as he stripped you.  “I lied to you, all the fucking time— I wanted you more than anything— been mad for you since the beginning, really— god, if you’d told me…”

“S-sorry,” you whimpered, addicted already to his hands all over you, lifting your hips so he could slide your panties down your thighs but gasping when he snapped them at the side and tossed them away instead.  In a second, he had two fingers inside you, then three— you decided it was just the potion making you so wet.  

“Pretty cunt,” he decided as he scissored his fingers inside it.

“Fuck, Bill— just fuck me,” you moaned.

“Want you ready first,” he insisted.

You were thankful for the preparation, no matter how hasty it was, when he opened his trousers and got out his aching cock: it was so goddamn thick, if you were any less delirious you’d be afraid it would break you.  Instead, you just licked your lips.  “Need it in me, Billy, c’mon— need you inside me—”

He still spit on it first, even though you were dripping; maybe he just knew it would drive you just that much more wild.

It was so sudden, how he shoved himself inside you, and in a moment he was balls deep and you were arching your back up off the floor and he was holding your hips as he moaned.

There was nothing patient about it, neither of you could take that: it was rough and fast and desperate, the way he fucked you.  With him finally inside you, you had enough wherewithal to start relieving him of his clothes— his vest first, then his shirt which definitely lost a few buttons on your way, and then your feet helped push his trousers down his thighs because you just felt like being skin to skin with him was the only cure.  He seemed to agree, with the way he pressed his chest to yours and held you close and kissed you hard; you moaned against his lips until you couldn’t even keep your head up anymore and it fell back to the floor limply.

“You thought about it,” he recalled, “you wanted it.”

You nodded, dazed.

“Was it like this?”

You smiled a bit, shaking your head.  “Not quite like this— you’re so sweet, Bill, I thought you’d be sweet with me…”

“I would, fuck, I would’ve,” he promised, “but I can’t slow down— you feel so fucking good, I swear I can’t slow down—”

“No, don’t,” you whimpered, “feels perfect, Bill, fuck me just like this— fuck me like—”

He waited for you to finish, and you just choked on the words.

“Like—”

“Spit it out, then.”

“Like I’m yours,” you blurted out.  “Make me yours.”

He grabbed you by your wrists and pinned you down, fucking you even harder, watching you come around his cock— and he still didn’t slow down, not even when you were sobbing and writhing under him with your back arching up off the floor, not even when the only thing you could say was his name, not even when your body could barely take it anymore.

He hardly even slowed down when he came— he did, for a moment, but then he just started up again and came inside you again, and again.  Only the fourth time was he totally spent; and you, you were a total mess as he collapsed on top of you, numb inside and out and not even sure what was real and what was a fever dream anymore.

But you were right, the pain was gone.  Slowly, but surely, the delirium faded as well, and reality set in.

The longer the silence went on, the more you knew it needed to be broken.  “Has it worn off for you, too?” you asked hesitantly, and his breathing changed; he’d almost fallen asleep, you realised, and you sort of regretted waking him.

He lifted his heavy head from your chest, but kept it close as he looked down at you.  “I think so,” he breathed, “I hope so, don’t think I could go again if I wanted to.”

Another, much shorter, silence filled the air.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded.  “Yeah— a lot better than before.”

He nodded, too, and there was something awkward about it, but not in the way you expected: it was awkward because you were wondering if he felt the same way you did about this.

You could feel his come leaking out of you, even with his cock still inside— there was too much to keep in you, it was literally overflowing, puddling under you.  When he tried to pull out, though, you instantly wrapped your legs around his hips to keep him in you— he gave you a quizzical look.  “S’gonna hurt,” you frowned.  “I’ll be sore, probably for days.”

He seemed to be trying to hide his reaction to that, but you felt his cock flex against your walls.  “Have to separate sometime,” he noticed, “some of us have work tomorrow.”

“Both of us have work tomorrow,” you corrected, but that only reminded you both that you worked together and this actually just fucking happened.  The lingering question that loomed over your heads grew a bit bigger.

“I… I won’t hold you to anything you said,” Bill offered softly.  “You were poisoned.  Hopefully your boyfriend will understand that, too.”

You glanced to the side.  “Yeah, that he might understand… but how long I’ve been thinking about you?  He won’t be as sympathetic to that.”

Bill smiled a bit, looking down at you with the most overwhelming tenderness in his stare.  “Tell him tomorrow,” he requested.

“So you can fuck me again tonight?” you assumed.

“No, I— Merlin’s beard, woman!” he widened his eyes.  “I just wanted a night’s head start before he comes after me, to set me straight for shagging his girl on the floor!  You— again?!  What happened to ‘sore for days’?”

You shrugged.  “Just wanted to give you a chance to be sweet with me, like you said.”

“You’ll get your sweet lovemaking in three-to-five business days,” he sighed.  “My poor cock’s gonna fall off otherwise.”

“Oh please, your ‘poor cock’ had the time of its life today,” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe, but I would’ve rather been able to fuck you properly, not… like this,” he sighed.

“If this isn’t a proper fucking, I shudder to imagine what is,” you laughed.

“No, I mean— to take my time with you.  Savour you.”

“Yeah, like a steak,” you frowned, but he laughed.

“I can tell it’s you again, you’re being mean to me like usual,” he grinned.  “I missed it.”

“I can be mean to you in bed, Weasley— that can absolutely be arranged.”

He smirked.  “So that’s the last time I’ll get to hear you beg for me?”

Raising your eyebrows, you replied, “I never said that.”

#bill weasley x reader #bill weasley smut #30k sleepover #request #this took two fucking hours #im so sorry #but i had to do what i had to do

[owl-bones]

Hi! Soooo looking at that last post you reblogged... it got me looking through your vampire au tag. I absolutely LOVE IT! (and the concept of azure being a gaster blaster werewolf is making me feral. no pun intended) Would it be alright if I asked for some lore?

sure!! vampire au has been on my mind recently so this is very apt timing (✿◡‿◡)

(cw for discussions of blood and vampire biting and all that)

it's set in the 1880s, Ephialtes (Nightmare) is a centuries-old vampire lord of a manor that houses Bravo (Killer), Reuben (Horror), and Loess (Dust) who are also vampires. they overlook a lil town that they have a very tenuous truce with. they don't eat people, and the people supplies them with animals they can feed from.

Oneiros (Dream) is a daywalker vampire that lives in town and keeps a close eye on the manor to make sure they keep in line. he works with Azure (Blue, a werewolf)! they're best buddies hehe

things weren't always so chill between the town and the manor filled with vampires, hence the need for a truce, but things have been alright for the most part. the manor skeletons keep to themselves mostly, though Reuben and Bravo go into town for supplies (Reuben mostly) or to socialize (Bravo).

despite having a truce and not eating humans, Ephialtes is very comfortable with his nature as a "man-eating monster"; it's just easier living in peace with humanity than being hunted all the time. it's only a recent development, so there's plenty of stories of his days as a "proper" vampire lord and the terror he wrought. he's still very much that monster, too-- he can very easily slip back into acting cold and ruthless when he needs to be intimidating. it helps that he does genuinely enjoy the fear, as it's just as nourishing to him as blood (he does prefers human blood if he can get it). still, he's very hospitable and gentlemanly when he needs to be and enjoys the finer things in life, like art and music. he's very protective of his little rag-tag family he's put together over the years

vampires are made when a vampire's venom becomes too concentrated in the blood (or magic if you're a monster). this is done either by drinking a lot in one go so there's not much blood compared to the venom, or biting too often but not drinking much so it's a slower process. this makes a "vampire spawn" who's sort of under the control of whoever turned them. they're made a proper vampire if the vampire that turned them lets them consume their magic to finish the process.

the "plot" of the au is that Ephialtes hires a painter from the town to stay in the manor to make portraits of the skeletons to replace old ones, and naturally shenanigans occur (and they fall in love)

#vampire au #and also the painter becomes a vampire on accident and conflict ensues OOPS

[scribeoffate]

What’s your favorite thing about season 3a of Teen Wolf and why?

The tl;dr answer is almost everything.

Let's start with Tattoo- I love the way the episode sets everything up. I've mentioned it in rewatch before but I really want to explore the use of the word "ephemeral" in Tattoo. From exploring Scott's break up with Allison, to his tattoo not lasting, to the way he uses the word, even to the idea that Scott's status as a beta is ephemeral, even at this point in the series. I love the scene with Stiles and Derek holding Scott down to blowtorch his arm. I LOVE the way it opens with fucking BRAEDEN rescuing Isaac on a motorcycle.

I love the introduction of Deucalion. I love and adore the meet-cute in the elevator. Please enjoy @spikeface's brilliant fic: a certain potential for a fascinating glimpse of Deucalion's POV in that scene.

I love that Scott is Isaac's werewolf contact. I love the tension as the alpha pack stalks Braeden (I would be mad about how this ended, except she comes back) and their intro. I love the tension between Allison, Lydia, and Derek. It's a very well-done episode and definitely sets up a fantastic season so well.

Chaos Rising introduces Heather, who is friends with Danielle from Party Guessed. I was excited. We get the vault rescue, and there's some fun Steter banter. "No, you idiot, I live in a condo downtown, will forever be a favorite moment. The vault rescue! Scott's look at the end is A FAVORED moment, the blood on the chin? I cannot.

Then, we move on to Fireflies. I am weak for Scott saving those kids in the beginning, for the tension between him and Allison, and for the introduction of Cora! And then they are working with Chris. Who is still pointing a gun at Scott, but Scott is so soft and accepting of it. "I get that," he says. 🥺 Then they do a rescue! And Jennifer is there! And Derek is so worried about hurting her. Unfortunate. (When I was first watching, I leaned over to @illbeintheend and was like, "Tell me she's evil?" :D ) I think my favorite bit of Unleashed is when they pull the motorcycle swap on the twins. That is like PEAK supernatural teenager shenanigans to me. And they deserved more lower stakes (not that the twins are entirely low-stakes) shenans, overall. I also LOVE LOVE LOVE that Allison knows so much about motorcycles. Scallison motorcycle trip whenst?

Frayed. Frayed. FRAYED. BELOVED. I love so much about this episode. The sciles! the scallison! more truedemon in the elevator? and then on an escalator!! the scerek! the scisaac! BOYDDD. That moment where Scott is like "Well, I do," when Boyd doesn't care what happens to himself? Gyahhh. I CANNOT. And the the fight scene? Is SO good? Despite them having forgotten about light bulbs by 3a I find that to be one of the best choreographed fight scenes in the show. The Coach of it all? Ofc he's not gonna let them stop for a bathroom break, SIT DOWN BILINSKI. I love Frayed. AND THEN WE GET MOTEL CALIFORNIA RIGHT AFTER?? Lydia's arc in this is SOOO good. The Allison and Lydia moment where Allison is just "I believe you" and Lydia is so touched and clearly bolstered, it's one of the reasons I head canon she's had access to her powers her entire life. It's just now that people believe her about them. The Isaac and Ethan character moments? LEARNING ABOUT ALICIA (GREAT BUT OMG SHOOOOWWWW WHY IS THIS ALL WE GET???). Boyd. Cry!!! And THEN. The angst of the parking light scene at the end. I tear up still watching it. (Tbf I cry real easy.) Currents. I love Currents for the metronome scene and the way it highlights Boyd's intelligence. He has one of the best plans. And then the way it ends? That hurts me. Proto-alpha Scott almost rescuing Deaton? Bbbb. I have mixed feelings about Visionary. The Paige arc is devastating. Read my own excellent fic (i just) died in your arms for a look at my thoughts on her and Derek. I love the glimpse of pre-canon and Deucalion's backstory. I find the "unreliable narrator" bit to be a touch heavy-handed, but it's grown on me after many watched for fics.

The Girl Who Knew Too Much and The Overlooked. GYHAHHHH! I love so much about these. The scydia hand hold moment. "For someone like you to help" she says to Scott and I MELT. The big orchestra crescendo! The death of Deputy Tara and the little hints at her relationship with Stiles? The way Derek absolutely believes Scott and Stiles about Jennifer and her utter shock but quick turnaround?

The elevator scene! It's so silly and SO GREAT. I love it so much, okay. Deucalion manipulating events? The desperation as Stiles and Scott try and rescue their parents? Listen, these episodes are also so good. And then we have Scott going with Deucalion at the end of the episode. The way he has no idea what to do. He's just a lost kid, in so far over his head. And his mom and Stile's dad are missing and his (pretty damn good, too) English teacher is evil and there is Deucalion. And he has no choice and maybe he was right in that motel parking lot, it certainly feels like there's no help.

Then Alpha Pact happens. Then we get to Lunar Eclipse. And I just. The ice baths?? I have spent so much time wondering how Deaton, Isaac, and Lydia felt sitting there. Waiting. For hours. Lydia desperately holding back her screams for Allison, Scott and Stiles. Also, they all look so gooood in black. The Nemeton! The matching tattoos! The way it brings everything together to s1. The scalisaac moment with Rafael? Priceless. Love Kalia and Jennifer's showdown. It looks so cool, first of all. But there is a moment, where you think, just maybe Kali might NOT double down. And then the glass shards fly.

The bit where Deucalion is "brother against brother, how very American," cracks me up, every watch. And then he roars and tries to force Scott to kill and well, then we have an Eclipse. AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN we get the true alpha moment we've been building to since Scott threw off Peter's control in s1 and chose his own pack over Derek's in s2. That moment is so good.

Thank you for asking, anon. <3 I just love 3a so much.

#teen wolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale #deucalion #allison argent #lydia martin #teen wolf season 3a #sorry not sorry i wrote you a novel

[saintsenara]

Heyy, just came back from reading your analysis for remadora and snupin, and I just wanted to say THANK YOU for speaking the truth no one else seems to aknowledge.

First of all, Tonks is a queen and neither Remus or Sirius held a candle against her. I agree that their relationship wasn't at all perfect, that there were many topics to be discussed and explored there, and let's be honest, Remus isn't exactly healthy boyfriend material, regardless of his age.

Which takes me to my point. I love some fluffy snupin fic with a sweet and regretful Remus as much as the next person, mostly because it feeds my joy on seeing him actually beating himself for his mistakes and how he was as much of a bully to Severus as the rest of them. I want Severus's pain and the role Remus played in it to be acknowledged in their relationship.

However, I also want to see some good canon compliant snupin fic where Remus Lupin is presented as the low-key cruel and dark asshole we know he is. I don't buy that he only remained with the marauders because he didn't want to be alone, hell nah, that was Peter. Remus enjoyed their shenanigans and the pranks just as much, and I bet he was the mastermind behind a lot of them. I believe he was the only one who had some guilty conscience afterwards, but it wasn't nearly enough to make him re-consider.

I want some snupin fic where their dynamic follows the one we see in canon. Severus being terrified of Lupin and traumatized after what happened in the Shack, I want Lupin to low-key get off his fear because it makes him feel superior to the usually composed and indiferent Snape. I want Lupin to have been weirdly fixated with Severus since their school years and that's why he never stopped the pranks, because he enjoyed seeing the other boy under their mercy. I want Lupin to "hunt" him as both a teenager and as they're both professors in Hogwarts. Back when i read the books, I always thought his behaviour with Severus, both when they interacted and when Lupin talked about him with others, was kinda fruity. Like, what's up with than enthusiasm to see him wearing woman's clothes? How come he's the only one who refers to him "Severus" when everyone else, except for Dumbledore, calls him Snape? Yeah, it always felt weird to me.

In short, I simply think their canon compliant dynamic would be much more interesting if taken in consideration for fanfics. I love the whole "prey/predator" dynamic they could have.

ahh, thank you so much, anon! i'm delighted that you enjoyed my thoughts on both snupin and remadora - there are dozens of us!

[and i'd like to also draw your attention to this excellent addendum to the remadora point by @evesaintyves - i think it's really important for all of us remadora fans to be vigilant about challenging a tone which is far too prevalent in our conversations that to think about tonks - and lupin - as queer devalues them and their relationship within a canon-coherent setting.]

and yes - absolutely - i love seeing the messiness and thorniness of lupin explored - in snupin or otherwise - by stories which engage with the ruthlessness which lurks beneath his mask of benign affability. bring me the story which really gets into lupin describing his midnight jaunts with the lads in full werewolf form as "the best times of my life" - and clearly never being anywhere near as sorry about the risk he was running as he makes out in prisoner of azkaban...

[and also the fact that it doesn't seem quite as clear to me as i once thought it did that he didn't know anything about the werewolf prank...]

and i think there's an enormous amount of potential in using the longstanding cruelty which is tangible in snape and lupin's dynamic as a vehicle to bring down the mask behind which he lives - and that his relationship with his own sexuality is a really interesting example of that.

there's a homophobic undercurrent to a lot of the marauders' bullying of snape - the nickname "snivellus", for example, is based in the idea of snape being improperly masculine - which endures into the adult lupin and sirius' relationship with him [sirius' comment about snape being lucius malfoy's "lapdog" is him insinuating a sexual relationship between them in which snape is implied to be the receptive partner; lupin obviously thinks that snape would regard being made to cross-dress as humiliating and emasculating].

and while i love the portrayal of the wizarding world in fics as some sort of queer utopia - because i love the escapism of it - the evidence we have from canon is that this is... a pretty far-fetched thing to say about a society which is so obsessed with blood and lineage and the continuation of both of these things.

someone like lupin, who already depends so much on maintaining a mask of "civility" and conformity because of the precarious status his lycanthropy confers upon him in the eyes of the state strikes me as someone who would really struggle to acknowledge himself as queer in any way without thinking of that queerness as deviant and as dangerous to him.

[which is such an underrated remadora premise - tonks is clearly much more comfortable with being experimental and explorative in how she engages with the world. you could have so much fun with the impact tonks' relationship to her own queerness would have on lupin's relationship to his.]

lupin discovering snape is queer - and the combined fear and desire this might inspire in him, and how this would be received by snape, who is still so hung up on being afraid of and humiliated by him - could be a really complex and tangled premise for a story.

which i think you may have just offered to write...

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #snupin #remus lupin #severus snape

[broomsticks]

intro wolfstar fic recs (fluffy/light angst)

an off-the-top-of-my-head intro to wolfstar reclist for a request on the wolfstar discord. criteria: requestee reads drarry, fluffy to light angst, "maybe classic marauders era for a taste of what the fic is typically like?" i went for (a) present-day active authors and (b) 2017ish "modern-day classics," <50k, mostly canon-setting.

(a) present-day active authors:

Upstairs, Downstairs by @squidgilator (5k, G): great little "intro" fic to one of my favorite hogwarts era pining/get-together authors, "In which Hogwarts traps Sirius and Remus on an endless staircase to make them talk to each other."

Cooler Than Frogs by Penknife (4k, T) & Not In Front Of the Dog! by Engie_Ivy (2k, T) are similar uniquely wolfstar/HP-magic adorable get-togethers.

Tinker, Tailor, Solider, Spy…Best Friend, Brother, Roommate, Lie by @femme--de--lettres (9k, T): muggle au, Hope Lupin keeps count of how many attempts it takes her son to finally admit that he's in love with his best friend. if you like this, author has two longfic WIPs (a spy AU and a law school AU with terrific rep that's very wonderfully and honestly done!)

on the issue of fever and delight by aeridi0nis (12k, T). post-prank fic, prangst get-together is one of the most classsiicccc wolfstar tropes ever. stellar characterization & just magical prose: "After the initial shock, Sirius closes his mouth. Clears his throat. He wears repentance poorly, as all former princes do; his spine seems reluctant to bend that way, so all he can scrounge up is a pathetic imitation of every other guilty person he’s ever witnessed. It’s perhaps the first time that Remus has seen him fall short in something."

by the same author, in lieu of beaujolais (18k, M) -- another brilliant post-hogwarts first war era muggle london flat-sharing & and then they were roommates/ oh my god they were roommates get-together that has lots of similar feels as 2015ish era ‘classic’ wolfstar.

(b) 2017ish "modern-day classics"

June, and Other Natural Disasters by montparnasse (5k, T) "sirius/remus, summer, huge gay crush". montparnasse is an absolutely classic 2015-2018ish era wolfstar writer with a Certain Writing Style and you either love it or you don't, & if you love this relatively short one, literally everything else in their catalogue are must-reads.

few more M-rated under read more

The things that lurk in the dark by TheDivineComedian (5k, M). MWPP era, sixth year. There's something terrifying in the dungeons. late enough to be 'classic' (tbh any A/N that uses the term mwpp instead of marauders era is straight away a 'classic'). no but seriously this has all the defining features of a classic wolfstar fic to me: strong characterizations of all four marauders, lovely Shenanigans vibe / they're Up To No Good, there's Trauma but make it funny, overall just a great blend of light and angst.

The Active Reader by veeagainst (7k, M). When a craze for pulpy romance novels about Dark Creatures starts in Gryffindor, Sirius reads one about a werewolf -- and decides to write a better one. hilarious, intellectual, and hot; who says you can't have it all! very engaging!!

The Weather Inside by earlybloomingparentheses (43k, M). a classic canon-setting 'falling in love during the first war' story, ensemble fic with background jily. plausibly canon compliant, fic ends happily.

that’s the art of getting by by sarewolf (40k, M). "angst with a happy ending" perfectly describes this fic, one of the best remus/wolfstar raises harry especially for its length / <50k fic, and an absolute modern-day classic (read: Gaerfinn will ban me if i don't rec this)

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic recs #harry potter fanfiction #hp fics #fic rec list

[genericpuff]

just curious, which webtoons do you fastpass? i also recently bought that same bundle of 100 coins, i normally only fp nevermore it's weird having so many coins haha. i only bought some episodes for two other series since which is the guy upstairs and cinderella boy.

I'm gonna be honest, I'm not FP'ing a lot of series at the moment because most of the comics I read are either in the Canvas section or are non-Webtoons entirely (ex. Alfie, AwkwardZombie, Tamberlane, Tales from Alderwood, etc.) I find it's really hard to start new series from scratch and even harder when Webtoons makes it almost intentionally difficult to find the real unique and good stuff.

Currently I'm actively FastPassing City of Blank and Time & Time Again. They're both great comics and the people who make them are awesome. The former is the sci-fi action series that I've talked about numerous times on here, it's very solidly written and the art is literally anime-studio quality.

And the latter is a fantasy romance type story starring a gay vampire and his transmasc werewolf boyfriend who travel through time and get into shenanigans together (their names are Adam and Steve, hurhur) <3 The art style is bold and dynamic and very distinct in the best way, and the creator is incredibly prolific for all the projects they've done prior to and in conjunction with TTA.

(steve, my boy. precious baby. my sweet cheese, my good time pal <3)

That said, there are loads of Originals that I do want to actually catch up on, it's just been a matter of having the time to do it. I started Cursed Princess Club a while back and still need to continue it.

If you like Nevermore I highly recommend you check out Shiloh as well! They're both by the same artist / writer duo, from what they've stated in AMA's on reddit they basically try to keep one series active while the other is on its hiatus - so while Nevermore is on its pre-production breaks, Shiloh returns and posts new stuff, it's wild how they keep up that kind of work flow while still maintaining the quality of both comics. They're both gorgeous pieces of work with well-written plotlines that are deserving of recognition and praise.

I've also heard REALLY good things about Suitor Armor and The Greatest Estate Developer so I want to give both of those a try.

So yeah! If you're not reading any of those comics above, check 'em out!

#ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything #webcomic recommendations #webtoon recommendations