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#and blames werewolves for everything

origamihoshi · 7 months

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Help I played @oneknightstand-if's demo for their game and I can't stop thinking about the MC and how much I love them, so I drew my version of them.

Her name is Maika (but she's now going by Meika because names have power and there's noway she's going to tell an incubus her real name so why not just change one letter). She doesn't trust any of her allies, but to be fair one is a incubus and the other is a guy from her polo club she think is stalking her so she thinks she has some good reasons not to trust them, but it's okay because she has her beloved plant Audrey III and her magic 8 ball and surely they will never betray her.

I also didn't realize you can avoid getting possessed but when I think about it, it fits her very well that not be able to keep demons out of her head.

I love my weirdo amnesiac changeling who needs to stand out and make sure all eyes are on her, and wishes she could be a fairy princess instead of working in fast food.

#My Drawings #oneknightstand #one knight stand #oks-MC #oks MC #everyone keeps talking about King Arthur and Camelot and she has no idea what any of that is #and blames werewolves for everything #she wants to use magic so badly #but the only magic person she knows is Merlin and she doesn't trust them even if they healed her #and maybe helped push the demons out of her head?#I feel kind of bad for Adrian because he seems like a nice person but Maika keeps running into him and so she thinks he's stalking her #and I don't know if anything will ever change that #once she believes something it's hard to change her mind #she woke up in a desert with no memories and has no idea what her childhood was like #all she knows is that she's a changeling and it sucks that she can't use any cool powers because of that #what's the point of being nonhuman if you can't do anything cool?#her greatest power is lucid dreaming but I don't know how useful that's going to be for her #if dreaming means talking with Arthur and maybe the lady of the lake that probably won't go anywhere #because she most likely won't trust them #I love the fact you can make MC fucking weird as fuck and have nothing normal about them #I don't know if she's going to romance anyone when she can't seem to trust anyone #maybe sleep with people #her vice is lust after all #but fall in love?#I don't know

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kwanisms · 6 months

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More Than Just Friends — b.chris

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➮ werewolf!Chris × f!Reader wc: 7.4k summary: Chris is a werewolf. His best friend is well aware of this. But what she doesn’t know is that during his heat, he often pictures pinning her down and breeding her. When she comes back home the day before his cycle is due to start, Chris finds it hard to not give into his urges when he smells she’s ovulating. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural and lycanthropic themes, f2l (gasp and they were roommates); non idol au, werewolf au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, Chris struggles with his horny thoughts and controlling his urges but can you blame the poor guy? Being in heat probably sucks when you aren’t getting laid 💀, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 Join the taglist! »» Closes tomorrow (30th) at 23:00 CST Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this was written partially for myself but also for my bestie, Sky. So you're welcome, bestie ily. We're nearing the end of this series so I'll take this time to announce that once I wrap up with Kinktober, the Tales from Camp Holiday Special will start back up with Jun and Vernon's part. If you’d like to sign up for the taglist, you can do so here. If you haven't read the first two installments, you can find those here. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about and read for SVT, you can read the OG Tales from Camp here! Thank you so much for reading and if you liked it, please consider supporting me on kofi (link on my pinned post) and reblogging or commenting! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a werewolf and he’s been dreaming about breeding his best friend. You don’t do that tho. You use protection), oral (both receiving), brat taming (f receiving), breeding, heat cycles, daddy kink, dom!Chris, sub!Reader, use of pet names (baby, babygirl, princess, etc), Chris is a very whipped man and loves Y/N very much. If I've missed anything, please let me know!

dialogue prompt: ❛ We’re not just friends and you fucking know it ❜

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Chris is normally a very patient man. He never rushes things, always preferring to take his time in everything he does. He’s always been able to keep his cool, even when things get… a little hairy. As a werewolf, he’s gotten pretty good at controlling his urges as well.

Chris can recall the exact moment everything changed. He can trace his werewolf lineage back to the Joseon period. He is descended from werewolves. There was no camping trip or fateful night where he was stalked and bitten or mauled by some wolf-man beast.

He was born with his condition, the bloodline being passed down from father to son. The women in the family carried the gene but it was only dominant in males. Only males experienced the Change. Chris was around 11 or 12 when it first happened. He was sitting with some friends, playing video games in the basement when it happened.

He remembered the fever, the sweating, his vision blurring, and then everything went black. When he came to, it was the next morning and he was lying in bed, a cool towel on his forehead and the sun creeping into the room via his window. His mother, who had come to check on him and found him awake, called his father in and the both of them sat down and explained to Chris what was going on.

He was a werewolf. Of course, Chris didn’t understand but as the days turned into weeks, he started to notice the Change even more. His first full moon was approaching and he needed to prepare himself. He started to crave raw meat which his mother was able to provide in the form of rare steak. Chris had never eaten his steaks rare before that point.

Most of the changes were subtle and manageable. The big one was unavoidable. Chris’ first transformation was excruciating but he somehow managed to make it through to the morning and his father told him he had a month to recuperate before it happened again. Chris had hoped that was the end of the surprises but as he got closer to his second full moon, the heat started.

His father had mentioned it but the effects still caught him off guard. He was still only in the beginning stages of puberty so Chris still had a lot to learn about his own anatomy as well as his wolf side. His father assured him everything he was feeling was normal. Every male in the family had gone through this at some point in their lives.

As Chris got older, he was able to manage the changes but the one he still couldn’t seem to overcome other than his transformations was the heat. The intense arousal that seemed to take over all other senses. From sunup to sundown the entire week before his transformations. The urge to fuck anything with a pulse that smelled even remotely attractive.

It was agonizing.

It was worse when he started dating. Once a month, he had to close himself off from his girlfriend for a week. Most of his relationships ended because his partner couldn’t understand and how was he supposed to explain it? How could he explain that he was a werewolf? They’d laugh at him and call him crazy. No one other than his family would understand.

Or so he thought.

Chris was in college when he met you his sophomore year in his economics class. You’d come to class only a moment before the bell rang and despite plenty of seats to choose from, you picked the one next to him. Chris had tried to focus on the lecture but your perfume was enticing. He was close to his heat that day and having such a warm body that smelled as alluring as you did was a horrible combination for him.

He had missed a week of classes after that, emailing his professor who was all too aware of Chris’ nature and understood. Chris’ heat was more intense than any he’d experienced before and he couldn’t keep images of you, the sweet girl who sat next to him once, out of his mind. He hated himself for fantasizing about you, when he didn’t even know your name.

When he returned to class, you were there, in the same spot you’d been before. Chris took his seat in a different spot in an effort to avoid having to look at you for the week’s worth of shame he felt. After the lecture, Chris had hurried out of class to make way to the fitness center for his break between classes until he felt a gentle hand on his arm.

Turning around, he was met with the sight of your smiling face and enchanting scent. ‘Fuck.’

You explained how you noticed he was gone and took notes for him just in case he was sick and then proceeded to hand over a folder full of detailed notes from lectures for the entire week he missed. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Here was a girl who didn’t know his name and she managed to take not only her own notes and complete her own assignments but she took time out of each day to copy her own notes to give to him.

Who did that? Chris was a flabbergasted mess, blushing profusely as he tried to decline your more than generous offer but you didn’t take no for an answer. It was the start of something Chris would come to cherish more than anything else. An unlikely friendship.

Sophomore year at university ended and summer break came. Chris went home to visit his family but kept in touch with you. He wasn’t sure if things would remain the same come junior year but he was pleasantly surprised to walk into his first class of the semester to find you already seated towards the back and pulling out your laptop.

That year was full of study dates at the student cafe, attending football games and cheering for the other team since your university’s team sucked. The holidays brought with it snow and Chris decided to invite you to spend Christmas with his family after he learned yours was going overseas until after the New Year. The drive to Chris’ family home proved difficult as it was only a few days before his heat.

That was the year the truth came out. Chris finally told you everything. He was ashamed but you surprised him even more by accepting him and reminding him that there are some things he can’t control. Chris knew right then that you were going to be a constant in his life. He leaned more on you after that, feeling grateful for the little things you did for him.

Your bond and friendship was made stronger for it.

After graduating, Chris landed a job in the city and was excited when you said you’d be joining him. You both went apartment hunting, agreeing that sharing an apartment was more cost effective than getting two separate places. You both found the perfect one close to both your jobs and quickly settled into a routine. The real challenge came when Chris’ first heat rolled around.

He had a much harder time controlling his urges when you were constantly around and so for the first year, you would spend a week in a hotel but soon that proved to be more than your budget would allow. You were lucky to meet someone at work, a female coworker who understood more than anyone else since her own brother was also a werewolf and she had the room to let you stay for a week.

This had been your routine for the last three years.

“You got everything?” Chris called as you carried your bags out of your room and into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, playing a racing game, his headset resting around his neck. “Yeah,” you replied breathlessly. Chris paused the game and tilted his head back to look at you standing behind him. “You sure?” he asked.

It wasn’t unlike you to forget things and Chris knew this. There were more than a handful of times you’d left for work only to return a few minutes later because you forgot something. It was an endearing trait you had and Chris liked to tease you about it.

“Yes, dad,” you jokingly said, tousling his dark curls. The nickname was meant to be mocking and joking but it always made something stir in his stomach when you said it. Chris would never admit it, even if you were his best friend, but the thought of you calling him daddy lingered in his mind, even long after his heat had passed.

Likewise, you’d never admit it to him but you often thought about adding the extra syllable to the name, if only to see his reaction. Chris wasn’t aware of it but you knew all about his… inclination towards the title. He’d let it slip one night while you were drinking at home, celebrating a promotion with a couple bottles of wine.

[flashback]

“It’s not that bad!” you said in protest as Chris laughed harder, cheeks red from both the action and from the alcohol. “Honestly?” he asked, his laughter subsiding for only a moment. You nodded, your own cheeks warm. “Then it’s not really a degradation kink, is it?” Chris asked.

“It is! But it also feeds into my praise kink,” you said, your filter long gone as you raised your half empty bottle of wine to your lips. It was your second one and both you and Chris had agreed to forego the glasses, opting to drink straight from the bottles.

Chris’ laughter started up again. “Praise kink? Like ‘ oh wow, good job sucking dick?’” he asked through laughs. You narrowed your eyes. “No,” you retorted. “It’s more like ‘you’re doing so well,’ or ‘you take me so well,’” you explained. Chris cocked his head. “So if I were to call you a ‘good little slut’ that would do it for you?”

His question was meant to be curious but you couldn’t control the way your walls clenched around nothing. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself as you felt your core heat up, knowing it wasn’t entirely the alcohol’s fault.

There was no denying that your best friend was hot. He’d been hitting the gym since before you met and had probably one of the best bodies you’d ever seen. He was insanely attractive with his strong biceps, muscular thighs and well formed ass. The term cake didn’t even begin to cover it with Chris.

Not to mention those dark curls and dimples that had you weak the moment you met him all those years ago in college. You’d been smitten with him long before even learning his name. And as time went on, you just fell deeper and deeper in love with your best friend.

You couldn’t help it. He was everything you wanted in a man. He ticked every box on your list. He was attractive, funny, smart, kind, and he made you feel safe and secure. He gave the best hugs and he was the clingiest person you’d ever met but you wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Not even the werewolf side of him and the heat that kicked you out once a week.

“Yeah,” you said finally, grabbing the bottle of wine from him and taking a swig. Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, it’s not that bad,” he replied. “I like being called daddy so, who’s the real weirdo here?”

You froze mid sip, swallowing the wine thickly before your eyes settled on Chris who glanced back at you. “Daddy? Really?” you asked softly. He nodded as he reached for the bottle which you handed to him without a second thought. “Yeah. Weird, right?” he asked before taking a sip.

You leaned in, one hand resting on the back of the couch as you looked up into his face.

“Oh not at all,” you started as he brought the bottle down, resting it on his thigh. “Daddy.”

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, darkening slightly when he noticed the smirk on your face. The two of you stared at one another before he shook his head. “Don’t play with me,” he said, his voice thick.

“You’re playing with fire.”

[present day]

The topic changed quickly after that and the next morning you woke with a headache and the knowledge that your best friend had a daddy kink. He of course didn’t remember a thing. Not the sultry stare off or how you almost made the mistake of kissing him that night.

“When are you leaving?” Chris asked, pulling you from your thoughts of the past. He’d taken your hand from his hair and was inspecting your palm, gently running the tips of his fingers over your skin. Something that normally calmed you down but with the memory fresh in your mind, it was having another effect on you entirely.

“Kara should be here soon,” you replied, gently pulling your hand from his grip and picking up your bags to move them towards the door. Chris said nothing, instead looking at the tv.

He’d never admit it but he had half a mind to ask you not to go. To instead ask you to stay but he knew if you stayed, he’d be unable to control his urges.

For the last year, he’d been having very intense fantasies about pinning you against the nearest surface and fucking you. Even worse, he had vivid fantasies of breeding you. About fucking you raw, knotting your warm cunt, and filling it with his hot cum.

The thought of his cock buried deep inside your walls as he emptied his balls and then his cock swelling so none of it could escape occupied his mind most of the time when his heat approached. The wolf in him wanted nothing more than to breed you, turn you into his little cum dumpster and pump you full of his cum, hoping it would take and get you pregnant.

Chris knew it was his animalistic instincts, wanting to mate and continue the bloodline. He’d been able to control these urges for the most part. He still masturbated to the thought of breeding you, hiding his shame for a few days. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about you like that but he also knew he couldn’t control what the wolf thought but he could control what he did physically.

“Now you’re sure you have everything?” he asked. You nodded, looking down at your bags. “I’m sure,” you replied. A buzzing interrupted you and you gave your roommate a sheepish smile, moving to answer the intercom. “Come on up,” you said, pressing the button when Kara identified herself.

Chris got up and walked over to the door. It only took a couple minutes for Kara to reach the door, knocking when she did. You opened it and smiled at her, having just finished putting your shoes on. “Hey,” you greeted your coworker who smiled back.

“All ready?” Kara asked. Chris watched as you nodded and started to lift your bags. Kara taking a couple of them. “I’ll see you in about a week,” you said, turning to Chris who stepped down into the entry, hands in his pockets.

“There’s leftovers in the fridge, just reheat them. Do not cook,” you instructed and Chris rolled his eyes. “You act like I can’t cook,” he mused and you raised your brows. “Have you eaten anything you’ve ever made?” you asked, jokingly. Chris nudged you playfully.

“Make sure to drink water and please do not destroy anything,” you said, holding your hands together in a silent prayer. Chris rolled his eyes, pulling his hands from his pockets and pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” he muttered.

Chris inhaled slowly. He loved the scent of your perfume. It was a scent he’d grown very fond of. His arms tightened around you. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay but you both knew if you did, he might not be able to control himself.

“See you in a week,” you said softly, giving him a small squeeze. Chris reluctantly let go of you, forcing a smile when you pulled back to look at him. “Take care of her,” he said to Kara who sent him a sympathetic smile. “Of course,” she answered. “You take care of yourself too,” she added.

You grabbed the last bag, slinging it over your shoulder and looked back at Chris one last time, giving him an apologetic smile. He waved as you crossed the threshold into the hall and just like that you were gone for a week.

Another week of an empty apartment. Another week of hell without you.

Chris returned to his game, his heart not really in it as he half-assed his way through the campaign before logging off and shutting the tv down. He went to his room to try and get some work done but found that he couldn’t focus.

He was getting restless and he knew one of two things that could help.

He changed into some of his workout gear, grabbing his headphones, phone, and water bottle, and exited the apartment to head to the building’s gym. He usually could push through an hour workout and it usually managed to take the edge off.

He followed his usual routine, stretching, some light cardio followed by weights and then a walk to cool down. As he was on his walk, the door to the gym opened and another tenant came in. Chris had seen her before. She lived on the fourteenth floor. She had recently changed her hair from blonde to a medium brown with highlights. She had her hair pulled up into a ponytail and was dressed in a black sports bra and black leggings.

She looked up to where Chris was, smiling shyly at him as she made her way over to one of the bicycle machines. Chris returned the smile and looked down at the machine controls. He had about ten minutes left on his walk and then he could hit the showers and head back to his apartment and it would be dinner time.

He tried not to notice the scent of the other tenant’s perfume or the way he could smell sweat starting to permeate the air. He closed his eyes, keeping his hands on the rails as he walked, willing time to move faster. ‘Eight minutes,’ he told himself, peeking at the timer.

He looked up and made eye contact with the woman who had gotten off the bicycle to fill her bottle. She was looking directly at him and Chris couldn’t control the way his body reacted. Heat radiated throughout his body, settling in the pit of his stomach, his dick twitching in his pants.

‘Come on,’ he scolded himself. ‘She’s looking at you. It’s not like she’s flirting. Calm the fuck down.’

Chris looked back up, finding she was still staring at him. ‘Shit.’ He glanced at the timer and saw he had five minutes left. ‘Fuck this. I’m done anyway,’ he told himself as he pushed the stop button. He couldn’t risk popping a boner in the gym simply because a woman looked at him.

He’d shower back at the apartment.

He sprayed a paper towel and quickly wiped down the machine before grabbing his things and heading for the door. He pushed open the door and exited quickly, heading to the elevator and pressing the call button. He waited, shifting from one foot to the other.

He could hear footsteps, and silently prayed for the elevator to arrive sooner. He let out a breath he forgot he was holding as the doors dinged and opened. He stepped into the small room, waving his card over the reader and pressing the button for his floor.

As the doors started to close, a hand shot out to stop them and Chris internally cursed as the woman stepped onto the elevator. He forced a smile, moving into the corner as she waved her card, pressing the button for the fourteenth floor.

The door slowly slid shut, closing them both in and Chris stared at the counter above the doors, ignoring the woman completely. Her floor would come before his. He just had to be patient.

“Hey,” a soft voice said and Chris knew she was speaking to him. He turned his head to find her looking at him. “Hi,” he replied. “I’ve seen you around a few times,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. Chris nodded. “I’ve lived here for a few years,” he admitted.

‘Come on, come on,’ he thought impatiently as the counter continued to rise. “I’m new to the area,” she said suddenly. “Are you from around here?” she asked. Chris nodded wordlessly, keeping his gaze on the numbers over the elevator doors.

“Maybe you could show me around some time,” she offered, moving closer. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed mentally. She was close enough that he could smell the arousal wafting off her. ‘No, no, no,’ he told himself. The moment her hand touched his arm, Chris jumped just as the doors opened on the thirteenth floor.

‘Fuck this’ he thought and pushed past as someone else stepped onto the elevator and he walked down the hall, heading for the stairwell. He’d rather walk than be trapped in a steel box with a horny woman this close to his heat.

Once he finally reached his floor, he made sure the floor was deserted as he headed for the door, letting himself in. He could breathe easily as he kicked his shoes off and headed past the kitchen, dropping his water bottle on the counter as he headed for his room.

He stripped and got into the shower, turning the water on, letting the stream heat up and wash his body. Once he was done showering, he got out, dressed and sat down at his computer, putting his headset on and turning on some music and getting a headstart on some work.

When his stomach growled, he cursed, pulling his headphones off and got up, exiting his room and making his way into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the glass containers from the fridge and pulled it out to inspect it. ‘Lasagna,’ he noted with a smile as he took the lid off and scooped the contents out onto a plate to heat it up.

Once the food was hot, he carefully pulled the plate out and took a seat at the kitchen counter, grabbing a fork as he did and started to eat. He was eternally grateful for you, making food for him when you left for a week. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook, he could. He just preferred it when you did.

As he chewed, he wondered what you were up to with Kara. Were you eating dinner as well?

“I can’t believe he still thinks you’re a lesbian,” Kara said, giggling as you took a sip of your wine. “I’ve told him numerous times I’m not,” you replied. “I don’t understand why he still thinks that.”

Kara shook her head. “Who knows,” she replied, glancing down at her empty glass. “Oh, time for a refill!”

She got up, waiting for you to down the rest of your wine and took your empty glass to the kitchen to refill them both. The two of you had ordered pizza, neither one of you wanted to cook, especially after you had cooked an entire week's worth of meals for Chris.

“What do you think Chris is up to?” Kara asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Oh, he’s probably playing video games,” you replied as Kara poured your favorite wine into your glass and placed the bottle back in the fridge. She walked back over with both glasses, handing yours over as she took a seat.

“So,” she started, taking a sip of her wine. “Let me see this presentation,” she added and you set your glass down, rushing over to your laptop bag and pulling it out, moving back to sit on the couch, setting your laptop on the coffee table.

Kara continued sipping on her wine as you opened your laptop and logged on. You signed into and pulled up the presentation powerpoint you’d been working on all week for Monday’s meeting. It wasn’t anything fancy but you were pretty proud of it.

Kara looked over it, complimenting your skills and work, making small comments on certain parts. “I really like this,” she said, pointing at one of the slides. “You really made a good point here.” You felt pride swell in your chest until your laptop dinged, a small notification indicating your battery was low.

“I swear, the battery on this thing dies so fast,” you groaned as you got up and headed over to your bag to grab the charger. You unzipped the pocket only to find your charger wasn’t there. “What the…” you trailed off, starting to check all the pockets of your laptop bag but no charger in sight.

“What’s wrong?” Kara asked. “I can’t find my charger,” you replied. “Did you bring it?” Kara asked, getting up from her seat and walking over. “I thought I did,” you replied, feeling annoyed and angry with yourself for forgetting when Chris had asked you multiple times if you had everything.

“You can use mine,” Kara said but you shook your head. “You have a Macbook,” you reminded her. “This is an HP.” Kara swore under her breath. “I gotta go back home,” you said softly. Kara looked up at you. “Are you sure?” she asked. You nodded.

“I need that charger,” you answered. “Especially if I’m gonna be here for a week.” Kara nodded and got up. “I’ll drive you,” she said and you shook your head. “You’ve had like a whole bottle,” you reminded her. “I’ve only had a glass. I’ll drive. You stay here. I’m just gonna run back and get it and then I’ll be back.” Kara nodded as she grabbed her keys and handed them to you.

“Be careful,” she said as you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone. You headed to the door, slipping your shoes and coat on. “I’ll be back in a bit,” you called and exited her apartment, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button.

You fished your phone out of your purse, opened Chris’ message thread and sent him a text.

You: i did what i said i wouldn’t. I forgot my laptop charger 💀

You: i’m on my way back to get it.

You: i’ll be quick. Just in and out

Placing your phone back in your purse, you stepped onto the elevator, pushing the button for the garage and waited as the doors shut and the lift descended, heading for the basement. You found Kara’s car, unlocking it and getting in.

The drive to your apartment didn’t take long and you pulled into the designated parking space in your garage, parking and shutting off the engine. You got out, leaving your purse in the car and locking it. ‘In and out, Y/N,’ you reminded yourself as you headed for the elevator.

The ride up to your floor was quiet, the sun had set and most people were already out enjoying the Friday nightlife. The elevator dinged, doors opening as it arrived on your floor and you stepped off the lift, heading for your apartment door.

You unlocked it, letting yourself in. You expected to see Chris but didn’t see him perched on the couch playing games. ‘Maybe he’s in his room,’ you told yourself as you walked through the apartment and to your room.

Turning on the light, you saw the culprit lying innocently on your desk and you glared at it, walking over to grab it and headed towards the door. As you exited your room, you heard Chris call out.

You turned the knob and looked into his room. “I thought I heard you, he said with a chuckle. “I sent you a text,” you answered, peering into his room. He was sitting at his computer, headphones hanging around his neck as he finished whatever he was working on.

“Forget something?” he asked, sounding amused at your forgetfulness. You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied. “I forgot my laptop charger,” you answered. Chris turned to look at you. “It’s always something,” he joked and you smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” you said, chuckling. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.” Chris smiled as he removed his headphones from around his neck, looking over at you. “It’s fine,” he said softly, moving to get up. You pushed the door open further as he approached you. “Do you need anything before I leave?” you asked.

Chris opened his mouth to respond but a sudden strong smell hit him. It was like someone had opened a bottle of vanilla extract and placed it under his nose. He knew that smell all too well. It made every nerve in his body burn. It made his pupils enlarge, his throat burn, and an intense heat form in the pit of his stomach. Lust and desire burned, the line blurring into the primal need to mate.

You hadn’t been careful enough. Neither of you had but then again this had never happened before. How didn't this come up? How hadn’t this happened before? Three years living together and this had never, ever happened? Either you were very lucky or you were always away when it happened.

Chris’ fingers curled into his palm, knuckles turning white as his nails dug into his skin in an attempt to ground himself but what normally worked had never been tested in this situation before.

Chris was about to start his heat and you… you were ovulating.

You watched as your best friend froze. “Chris?” you asked softly. You were surprised when he looked at you, his eyes darkening. “You need to leave,” he said, his voice low and dangerously so. “Chris? What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a step forward.

“Don’t!” your best friend growled. You froze, eyes widening. He’d never spoken to you like that before. “Chris you’re starting to worry me, what’s wr—” before you could finish your question, your best friend had closed the distance and grabbed you, pinning you against the wall next to the door.

“Chris!” you gasped, hands moving to his shoulders, gripping his shirt. “What’s gotten into you?”

His heat was close but it wasn’t supposed to start yet. He’d always been good about controlling his urges so what was different this time?

“I’m sorry,” Chris said softly, his head drooping as he struggled against his own urges. “This has never happened before.” You tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you were. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve always had a hold of yourself,” you continued. “You’re ovulating,” Chris interrupted. Your eyes widened.

“H-how did you know?”

Chris chuckled dryly. “I can smell it,” he answered. One of his hands moved up to your cheek as he raised his head. “I can smell it and it’s driving me crazy,” he continued. You felt one of his knees wedge between your thighs, pressing against your core. “It’s making me want to do things to you.”

You felt a shiver run up your spine. ‘Do things? What kind of things?’

“L-like what?” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

Chris leaned in, nuzzling against your cheek as his lips ghosted over your skin, stopping near your ear. “Would you be mad if I said exactly what I wanted to do to you?” he asked softly. You shook your head. Though you wouldn’t say it, you welcomed it, wondering just what was going on in his head.

“Tell me,” you replied.

You felt Chris nuzzle into your neck, sniffing eagerly. “I want to rip those cute lace panties of yours and stuff that sweet little pussy with my cock.” As if punctuating his words, Chris leaned in, pressing his thigh more firmly against your core.

You let out an involuntary whimper, causing him to groan in your ear. “I want to…” he trailed off. “No, I need to pin you down on the bed,” he said, making you gasp as he pressed his thigh even harder against you.

“Pin you down and fuck you until I fill you with so much cum. I need to breed you.,” he continued, lips ghosting over your skin. “Breed you like you’re the one in heat.” You let out another gasp, feeling one of his hands move to grab your ass, sneaking under your skirt.

“And of course you had to wear a skirt, didn’t you?” he growled. “I bet you knew it would drive me crazy. That I’d be able to smell everything.” You moaned into his ear as his hand continued to knead your ass, nails digging into your flesh

“I’ll bet you planned this, didn’t you? I bet your laptop charger isn’t even here,” he scoffed as if it wasn’t lying on the floor in the hallway where you’d dropped it. “Chris,” you whined, moaning as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. “Oh shit,” he groaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he dared you. “Say that again, baby. Moan my name and I’ll take you right now.”

A thick silence fell over the two of you as Chris pulled back, eyes searching your face, neither one speaking nor making a move until you finally cleared your throat and spoke. “Chris, we can’t,” you started, looking between his eyes. “W-we’re friends,” you added, letting out a yelp as Chris quickly backed up to create enough space to turn you around to face the wall before pinning you against it, pressing his erection into your back.

“You feel that?” he asked, grinding against you. “You feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me since that first day in economics?” he asked. “I’ve wanted you ever since you sat next to me. Wanted to fuck you raw and pump you full.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,” he growled in your ear. Moaning, you pushed back against him, earning another deep growl.

“Don’t play with me,” he snapped. “I’m not playing…” you trailed off. “Daddy.” The name caused a chain reaction. Chris wrapped an arm around your waist from behind, lifting you easily and carrying you over to his bed where he deposited you face down.

You tried to turn over but he was quick to stop you, pushing your skirt up to expose your lace covered core. He quickly grabbed the material and tugged, ripping it easily. “Chris!” you gasped but the next second you were crying out as he landed a slap to your ass.

“Don’t speak until I tell you to,” he growled. You felt his fingers glide up and down your slit, gathering your arousal before pushing into your cunt. You let out a groan as he started to slowly pump his fingers before removing them. “Chest to the bed,” Chris instructed. “But keep your ass up.”

You did as he said, lowering your shoulders until your chest rested against the mattress. In that time, Chris removed his hat, tossing it aside as he knelt on the mattress behind you, hands grabbing your hips. He leaned closer, taking a deep inhale. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pussy,” he growled. His tongue ran along your slit, from your clit up and back down, toying with the bundle of nerves, his nose bumping against your entrance.

Your fingers dug into the sheets as you moaned, pushing back against his face. Chris pulled back delivering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Hold still,” he barked. “Do that again and I’ll fuck your hole and not let you cum.”

You whined, wiggling your hips in a silent plea for more. Chris pushed you onto your side before flipping you onto your back, grabbing your hips and pulling your core to his face, burying it in your pussy, tongue ravishing your clit. Your thighs tried closing but Chris wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them open as he licked at and sucked on your clit, drawing you closer to your climax.

“Shit, Chris!” you gasped, your hand moving to comb through his curls.

“M’gonna cum.”

Chris didn’t relent, flicking his tongue against your clit until you came undone under him, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to shy away from his mouth but he held you still, never stopping as he drew you to another orgasm.

As you came down from the second, he finally let go of your thighs, pulling back to wipe his chin and taking ahold of the collar of his shirt and yanking it off over his head, tossing it aside. “I want you to ride my tongue but it’ll have to wait,” he said in a husky voice as his hands moved to undo his jeans, unbuckling but not removing his belt before unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of his pants.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand and pulling you up when you took it. “Open your mouth,” he added as he pushed his jeans down around his thighs. You did as he asked, keeping your gaze on his face as he pulled his erection free from the confines of his underwear.

“Keep your mouth open for me,” he added, taking his cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes before guiding the tip past your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue. His free hand moved to your hair, taking a fistful and guiding your head. “Get to work, baby girl,” he murmured.

“Show daddy how you use your mouth.”

Your scalp stung, eyes watered and your throat hurt by the time Chris finally pulled your mouth off him. He’d forced his cock down your throat more than once and even fucked your throat a few times, making you gag. What little makeup you had on was ruined, tear stained cheeks and swollen lips but to Chris you were stunning.

“Lay back for me,” he ordered, discarding his pants and underwear, watching as you pulled your top off and threw it aside, scooting into the middle of his bed. Chris crawled over you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as his hands pushed your knees apart to accommodate him.

Your hands moved to his hair as he guided the head of his cock to your dripping entrance, pulling back just enough to make eye contact. “I want to watch your face as I enter you,” he growled. “Watch your eyes roll back into your head as I fill you with my cock.”

You moaned loudly as he pushed into you, stretching your cunt with his girth, inch by inch until he was buried inside your walls, groaning about the warmth and how tight you felt. It was taking all his strength to not start slamming into you immediately.

“I’m gonna give you a few minutes to adjust and then I’m gonna hold you down against this mattress and fuck you until you cum,” he gave you a shallow thrust, enjoying the gasp that escaped you. “And then I’m going to flip you over, ass up and fuck you until I cum and fill this pussy. You understand me?”

You nodded silently but that wasn’t good enough for him. Chris grabbed your face. “When I ask you a question, you answer me with your words. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “Yes, what?” he asked, tilting his head. “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. Chris let go and smirked down at you. “Good girl.”

No sooner than the words left his lips, his hands were on your hips, holding them in place as he started to pull out and snap his hips against yours, driving his cock into your cunt repeatedly. Your thighs tightened around his waist, prompting him to growl and halt his movements.

You were about to ask what the problem was when he took your ankles and placed your legs over his shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel more, moaning louder when he pounded into you harder. “Oh holy shit,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars.

“Right there?” he asked, angling his hips and hitting the same spot, making you cry out.

He repeatedly hit the same spot over and over, moving his hand to rub circles against your clit with his thumb. “That’s it princess,” he huffed. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” You let out a mewl, walls fluttering as you came. One of your hands moved to grab Chris’ wrist, trying to ground yourself as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolled over you.

With each pass over your clit with his thumb, Chris watched your body seize up and chuckled before pulling his cock from your abused hole.

He quickly turned you over, pulling your hips up and taking himself in his hand, stroking a couple times before pushing back into you. This position allowed for all of his cock to fit inside you, making you moan into the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric.

Chris took your hips in his hands, pulling out and snapping forward, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust. He set a relentless and merciless pace, grunting with effort as he slammed into you. The sheets muffled your cries and screams of pleasure as he allowed his animalistic urges to take over.

‘Breed. Breed. Breed,’ the beast in his mind said. Chris let out a low groan, almost like a growl as he pounded into you. Leaning over your back, he slammed his hips into you, burying his cock deep inside your walls before he started to roll his hips, earning a deep moan from you.

“Once I’m done with you,” he panted. “You aren’t going anywhere. You’ll stay here and I’m going to fuck you raw every night. Pump you full of cum and breed you. Fill you with so much cum it’ll have to take. Fuck you until I get you pregnant and then you’ll be mine.”

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock. You felt his hand in your hair, fingers curling into a fist before he pulled back, lifting your face from the sheets and allowing your moans to fill the room. “You want that, baby? You want daddy to turn you into his little breeding bitch?”

“Oh fuck, daddy yes!” you whimpered. “Please fill me!” Chris growled, letting go of your hair and moving his hand to your shoulder, pinning your chest down. You turned your head to the side, each thrust drawing a whimper from you.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you baby girl, cum inside you until it spills out and then I’ll just push it all back in,” he grunted. “Don’t want to waste a single drop.” Your hand moved to grab the wrist of his hand that was pressed against the mattress near your head.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “You’re mine. All mine and no one else’s.” You lifted your head, managing to turn and make eye contact with him. “I’ve always been yours, daddy,” you breathed. Chris growled, pressing his chest against your back and sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock as he rammed into you over and over. He lifted his head, lips close to your ear. “Mine,” he growled. “Mine, mine, mine!”

You pushed back to meet his thrusts and screamed as he slammed into you one last time, groaning into your ear as he came, releasing thick strands of hot cum into your cunt. You moaned as more and more cum spilled into your pussy. You had never known a man to have that much cum but then again, Chris wasn’t an ordinary man.

At the same time he was emptying his load into you, his cock started to swell inside, lodging itself in your walls. “Chris,” you whimpered. “What’s—” You heard him shush you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “It’s normal. It’s my body’s way of ensuring it takes.”

“Ensuring what takes?”

Chris chuckled, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Ensuring my cum gets you pregnant,” he answered. You let out an uneasy chuckle. “And if it doesn’t take?” you replied. Chris hummed and pressed several more kisses against your shoulder before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep trying then.”

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yandere-kokeshi · 5 months

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Hiii!! Hope you’re doing good!! Could I request a poly werewolf 141 x reader who just has bad abandonment issues? Take care of yourself, I love you!!

Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about abandonment, and werewolves.

A/N: Hi!! Yes of course. We love werewolves!! Enjoy and love you too, beloved <3!!

Gif by @/bastardcompany // NOT MINE

It breaks their heart, especially on Gaz's part, that you have this fear. Something, or someone, must've caused it. And it only angers and annoys them. However, they can't help but love this side of you.

It's easier for them to manipulate you, making you stay home, away from outsiders, and stay closer to them. And, with them being already possessive, and the werewolf blood swirling in them, it makes them proud and almost excited that you have a need about being around theme.

All of them, especially on Soap's part, constantly remind you that you're theirs, and they are yours; vice versa. Most of them understand your fears, all of them going through the fear itself one way or another. And quite the contrast, they don't blame you.

Naturally, with having bad abandonment issues, comes with insecurity, ultra clingiest, and paranoia. Most of the time, Price and Gaz are always around you, glued to your side and ensuring that they won't leave you — and never leave you for ‘someone else’

Every day, all of them are constantly wanting to be near you, touching you, holding you, talking to you, smelling you, any way any of them could have you.

In rare scenarios, where they do have to leave (work or having to go somewhere in public where they don't you at), they assure you over and over that they will just be an hour, and come straight back. Making sure to pick something sweet up (a gift) to prove to you that you mean everything.

All of them do meaningful things, especially during the nights where they're the most energetic — Soap bringing you a dead dove, mouth stained in blood and a sign of I love you in his eyes.

Simon and Price both working together on bringing a bunch of roses, flowers, or even a pine-cone from the forest; nudging it closer to your form as you gently reward them.

Gaz naturally gifts you his things — ensuring that you can, and you will wear his shirts, boxers, or even hats if he asks. And if you don't? Well, you wouldn't want to make your mates sad, no?

Masterlist || Please consider reblogging and commenting instead of liking, it helps me as a creator!! Stay well!!

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babygorewhore · 2 days

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Love bites.

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Part two to bite me!

After you disappear, Rafe finally finds you and decides that he’s going to win this final round, showing you exactly who you belong to. And maybe even return the favor of your little love bites. W. C 2.5K

Warnings! Biting! Non-graphic description of blood! Male masturbation! Oral! Male recieving! Daddy kink! Switch! Rafe! Unprotected sex! Spitting! Slight degrading! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx barely proofread because I’m tired and depressed. I also wanna burn it but I promised I wouldn’t lmao. Anyway. Enjoy!

“So, let me get this straight,” Wheezie drawls as she sips her milkshake, narrowing her eyes on Rafe. “My teacher's assistant, the girl you hooked up with, is a vampire?”

Rafe rolled his eyes and glared. “I told you. You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Yup! You’re right. I don’t. It’s insane.”

“Okay so then how did this happen?” Rafe pointed at the bandage on his neck and Wheezie sighed.

“She’s kinky?”

“Wheezie!” Rafe scolded and she gave him the middle finger and continued drinking from her beverage. He sighed and pinched his nose. She would be the death of him.

But he did sound crazy. Who in the hell would believe he fucked a vampire? He hadn’t seen you in three weeks. It was like you completely disappeared. Even on social media you hadn’t posted anything and he felt like a stalker but he couldn’t stop himself from constantly checking to see if you showed signs of existence.

He couldn’t get you out of his mind. Everything about you was electric and fucking addicting. Better than any drug he’d ever taken.

“Is that why you’re obsessed with vampires and werewolves now?” Rafe didn’t respond and Wheezie snorted.

“Okay, Bella Swan.”

Rafe gritted his teeth but he couldn’t blame her for teasing him. But he was determined to find you again and if it included begging you to be with him then god damn it he would.

Another week passed before he had some luck. A new nightclub opened and the advertising was catered specifically to alternative people. It was expensive and elegant. Just like you. He dug through his wardrobe for anything acceptable and impressive enough to get your attention if you went.

Rafe climbed out of his car after paying a ridiculous amount for parking and peeked at his reflection. It would work. His long legs carried him to the entrance of the club and he paid for his way. As he walked through, he was captivated by the darkness. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, decorative wallpaper covered the walls on either side and the floor shined. People were dressed in dark clothing with luxurious material and he honestly didn’t feel like he belonged. The music was reminiscent of what you played at his house and he looked around. Searching for your unmistakable beautiful face.

Minutes went by without seeing you and he decided to try and wait. You were stealthy and if you were here, you had already spotted him. He strides to the bar, ordering a shot to spark his energy. What if you went back home? To Salem? What if he was completely wrong?

The music stopped and he naturally glanced around the room and noticed the dance floor was empty. That was until a female stepped up and the lights focused on her.

It was you.

He wanted to immediately stand but your red stained smile and tilted head in his direction left him frozen. His entire body went warm as the song played. Your body began to move slowly, your dark dress clinging to your body and curves. You still wore elegant jewelry only now he noticed you looked tired. You were beautiful. Perfect. But he could see the way your lips were slightly turned down and his stomach tightened with worry.

You extended your hand, pointing your finger at him before curling it in a come here motion, your ring shining and he shot up. He maneuvered through the crowd, including an elbow to a man who wasn’t moving fast enough and Rafe stood in front of you, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Hi, Rafe.” You leaned in and rested a hand on his chest. Rafe’s palms set on your hips and his senses went into overdrive as you fluttered your lashes at him.

“Where did you go, baby doll? Thought you left here. I’ve been looking for you.”

“Awww, did my pretty boy miss me?” You tease as you tug on his sleeve. “You wanna be my little toy tonight?”

Rafe shivered before he gripped your ass, pressing you against him as tightly as possible. “You wanna tell me why you look so tired, princess?”

“You’re such a simp,” You smirked and Rafe furrowed his brows before cupping your face. You felt even colder than usual.

“Tell me. Where have you been?”

“Hmm…I’ve been thirsty. But the drinks here just aren’t as good as they are in Salem.” Your eyes flash with a wicked glint and Rafe’s neck prickles in memory of your sharp teeth puncturing his skin.

“You went back home?”

You nod as you both sway to the rock music, your head tilted up at him and Rafe peered deep into your eyes.They held years of mystery and darkness. He wanted to get lost in them forever. “If you need something to taste, you can always come to me.” He said with a hardened seriousness.

You hold your head to the side and trail your gaze along his face. Rafe leaned down and brushed his lips to your ear. “Come on. Show me how good that mouth is, baby girl.”

You smile and cup the back of his head. Bringing him down, you press kisses to his neck, moving aside his collar and Rafe’s cock hardened as he felt you nip at his shoulder before you settled in the crook of his throat. Two sharp points pricked his flesh and he sighed as his eyes rolled back in his head. Your soft lips slightly open as he felt droplets fall, his head lulled as you drank from him, moaning quietly before you pulled back.

The corners of your lips were glistening and you licked your fangs. “Mmm, daddy. So sweet.”

Rafe went to kiss you but you reached up and paused him. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

“You love to fucking torture me, don’t you?” He growled and you laughed.

“You make it so easy. You’re like a little submissive puppy, Rafey. You’ll do anything I say. Won’t you?” Rafe wanted to take you right in the middle of the dance floor but he also didn’t want this to end.

“You’re really cocky,” Rafe decided to change his approach. “Is that all you can do? Drink my blood then run away like a scared little bunny? I thought vampires were scary.”

You grinned with a shrug. “Trying to bait me, huh? Nice move.”

“Oh, I’m just pointing out the obvious. I had you creaming on my cock better than any other fucker and you know it. I know your pussy is dripping right now, I can see the way you're pushing your legs together. Baby girl, try to be more subtle than that.” Rafe cupped your chin and watched you inhale sharply as his fingers brushed the exposed skin of your chest, lingering above your heart. “Now, try and behave yourself. I want you to think about how good it felt being my little greedy slut and how hard I made you cum but you’re not gonna touch yourself. No. You’re gonna wait. For me.”

You tried to catch his lips but he stood back with a wink. “You know where I live, Angel. Be a good girl for me and remember what happens when you’re not.”

It was almost impossible to walk away from you but Rafe was determined to finally meet you at your level and as he walked away, his heart raced with triumph.

He won round three.

Rafe stared at his ceiling three nights later, rubbing his eyes as sleep refused to claim him. He missed you so much it hurt. He knew he was obsessed with you but he couldn’t find it in himself to care about how desperate he looked. He needed you. He needed everything about you. He needed your sweet, tight pussy that made his cock ache just thinking about it.

His hand drifted to his boxers and as much as he wished it was you, his own palm would have to be enough for now. Rafe clutched his dick, precum leaking from the tip as he smeared it with his thumb and fisted it. He jerked it, hard and roughly as he thought about your pretty sounds when he pounded you from the back, panties stuffed in your mouth as your ass bounced. Fuck, he needed that. As his eyes fell shut and his mouth parted as he touched himself, already getting close just from the memory of you.

“Oh? Looks like someone is being a bad boy.”

Rafe stilled at the sound of your voice and sat up quickly. He saw the outline of your body standing by his open window. He could see the glimmer of your jewelry in the dark and he turned on his light on his phone. You were smiling, fangs out and your makeup was applied perfectly. Only you weren’t wearing a dress. You were wearing one of his black t-shirts without any pants underneath, showing off the perfect curve of your thighs.

“I mean come on, Rafe. Is it really fair to say I can’t finger fuck myself when you’re jerking off to the thought of me alone in bed?” You shook your head and clicked your tongue. “That's very bad.”

You slowly walked over to his bed, standing beside it and Rafe breathed heavily as you leaned down, pressing a hand to his heart. “I can hear your heart beating…racing just for me.”

You flipped the covers back, exposing his hardened cock underneath his underwear and he saw you smirk. “Looks like you need some help, daddy.” He inhaled sharply as you crawled on the bed, separating your knees as you lowered yourself down. You pulled down his boxers, spitting on his cock before you lapped at the tip, causing him to lay back and his hand found your hair.

Your tongue traced the sides, hand pumping the middle of his shaft before your lips wrapped around his balls and you sucked. He was going to go crazy as you released it with a pop and returned to his dick, pulling it into your mouth and you sucked.

You moaned as he lightly tapped your cheek and then tightly pulled your hair as you bobbed your head up and down, working him with your tongue at the same time as you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper down your throat.

“Fucking shit. You’re a dirty little slut,” He huffed as he thrust his hips upward, spilling into your mouth and you moaned. He shakes violently as you continue sucking, messily overstimulating him and he finally manages to reach down. He maneuvered you onto your back, yanking up his shirt up over your head and exposed your black lace set you had on.

“Did you listen to me like a good girl?” He quirked an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes. “Mmm, I’m actually glad you didn’t. Now I have another excuse to put you in your place.”

Rafe tore off your panties, throwing them off the side of the bed and he tugged off your bra. Your tits bounced and he groaned at your hardening nipples. He leaned down, flicking his tongue on the sensitive buds before nipping at them with his teeth. “Let’s feel how fucking wet you are,” he shoves his hand down, not wasting time being gentle and swiped his fingers along your dripping core.

He shoved them into your mouth, your lips wrapped around his digits and he growled. “Taste that? That’s for me. All me. You belong to me, princess.” He smacks your ass before he slides his cock along your slit, “I’m gonna fuck you and then lick it clean.” He promises before pushing in, his dick hardening inside your tight pussy.

He holds down your wrists, “you don’t get to touch me, baby girl. You gotta learn somehow,” he breathes as you roll your hips, sucking him deeper and your eyes roll back as he moves.

Your cunt squelches as he pounds into you, the bed jerking from his strength and your legs wrap around his waist. “Daddy,” you whine and try to pull your hands loose but he shakes his head.

“Yeah? Your cunt belongs to daddy. Say it. Beg for me to make you cum and maybe I’ll let you touch me.” He licks up your neck to meet your mouth in a bruising kiss before he pulls back.

“Mmm, please! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I’ll be good for you, I’ll be so good for you,” You choke but he shakes his head.

“Nah, I don’t fucking think so.” He pulls your lower lip between his teeth and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out slightly.

He takes the invitation and spits inside, watching you swallow it before you shriek as your orgasm hits you. He feels your cum around his dick and he slams into you one more time before his own peak hits him. Ropes of his cum gush into you, leaking out and he buries his head in your neck.

“Bite me,” you whisper. “Want you to mark me,”

Rafe sinks his teeth into your skin and tastes slight copper as you moan loudly. He finally lets you go, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. “Does this mean I’ll be like you?” He chuckles and then makes his way down your body, separating your sticky thighs.

“It’s not that simple,” you respond before you sigh with pleasure as he drags his tongue along your pussy, licking up your cum with a small amount of blood in his mouth.

“Taste so good, baby girl. So you’re so sweet,” He mumbles against your clit before circling around the center, making your thighs close around his head. “Could stay down here forever,”

“Kiss me, Rafe.” He feels you pull him up by his hair and he meets your lips, mixing your tastes together.

“Don’t leave me again,” He asks between harsh kisses. “Stay. I’ll do whatever you need me to.”

You both stayed there for minutes, breathing in each other and he couldn’t get enough. “Will you be here when I wake up?” He asks, coming to a stop as he hovers above you.

“I’ll be here. I promise.” You cup his cheek, slightly stroking it and he leans into the touch. “You’re such a little simp,” you repeat from earlier and he shrugs.

“I have a thing for vampires.”

He laid on his back, pulling you to his chest and you listened to his heartbeat. “One of these days you’re gonna have to show me everything you can do.”

“Yeah? You wanna hear all my stories?” You tease in the dark and he nods.

“All of them, baby. Then maybe you’ll tell me how old you are.”

You pinch his side and he laughs. “Promise me again. You’ll stay?”

“I promise.”

His eyes drifted shut after you both fell into silence. He woke up to his alarm and smiled when he looked down. You were still in his arms.

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jasmines-library · 3 months

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Could you please do a Winchester sister fic where her and the boys go on a hunt and something goes wrong and the sister gets hurt and tries to hide it because the boys are too busy blaming each other and fighting about the hunt going wrong until the sister like loses too much blood and like passes out or something

Dilemma

Summary: When you and your brothers get caught of guard during a werewolf hunt, they are quick to try and blame each other. But little do they know that their bickering might cost you your life.

Warnings: Fighting, Injuries, Hospitals

Word count: 2.1K

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“Why does it always have to be werewolves?” You groaned from the backseat, leaning your head up against the cool window. You and your brothers were on your way to a hunt just a few towns over from where you had been staying: A pack of particularly disruptive werewolves had been disrupting the town.

“It’s not.” Sam shrugged, “We took out that banshee last week. and the poltergeist the week before that-”

“Don’t be pedantic, Sam. You know what I mean.” You pouted.

“Look Sweetheart, I know you don’t like them but everything will be fine. This is a routine hunt and it’ll be over before you know it.”

You had always hated werewolves. Ever since you were you. The majority of them were cruel and tricky to catch, but over all just more of a pain in your ass than anything.

“Sure.” You mumbled leaning back into your seat. “Whatever you say, Deano.”

The minute the impala rounded the corner they were on you. Swarming in from every corner of the space, weaving between the trees with their teeth bared and a cantankerous look plastered on their faces. You heard your eldest brother curse, reaching into the glove box and pulling out the gun loaded with silver bullets. Your fingers reached blindly for your silver knife stashed away in the side pocket of the door, as you continued to watch them swarm still not blinking. Like maybe if you focused on them hard enough they would disappear. Poof. Gone.

Of course it’s never that simple, is it?

Dean’s fingers lingered on the door handle but before he tugged it to open the door, his green eyes met yours. One look said a million more things than words ever could. Be careful. Please. He pleaded with unspoken words. You gave him a nod of reassurance and that was all it took for him to turn and charge out of the car towards them.

They came toward you snarling. Thirsty for bloodshed.

You charged forward, engaging yourself in a tussle with the nearest one. She bared her teeth, scowling as you charged at her with your knife. When you swung she jumped back so your blade missed her completely. Cursing, you moved around her quickly as she moved to attack. She went low trying to catch you off guard but your trained eye noticed this and you stepped out of the way. When her back was to you, you slashed down firmly with the weapon. The werewolf howled in pain struggling on the floor as the silver burned her skin before her body gave out and she lay dead on the ground. One down, who knows how many more to go.

But it was like something had been set off the minute you killed that first wolf. Head’s snapped toward you, eyes twitching and two of them made a beeline for you.

Gunshots fired and one of them went down before she had even managed to take more than three steps in your direction. Dean’s pistol simmered with heat as he moved to aim the trigger at the second but quickly had a change of plan when he was tackled to the side landing with an uncomfortable sounding grunt. The two of them scuffled on the ground as Sam tussled with two of his own.

The wolf that was racing toward you was bigger than you. Much Much bigger. And stronger, given his wolfish strength. The thought made your stomach drop a little. But you had handled worse.

He swung at you with his claws which you managed to duck under. As you moved, you managed to nick his calf with your blade. Not enough to really do any damage, but enough to piss him off even more. He turned impossibly fast, knocking you to the ground. You groaned as you collided with the gravel but scrambled to get back on your feet and then ran, trying to create some distance between the two of you until you either found a way to get the upper hand or one of your brothers noticed. But the werewolf was much faster, and so it had been a stupid idea in the first place. He gripped the back of your shirt, jolting you back before slamming you into a tree. Your knife dropped to the floor and you had to bite your lip to keep the whimper slipping from your lips as you heard your ribs crack from the blunt force.

And then his face was uncomfortably close to yours. So much so that you could feel his hot breath fanning across your neck.

“You killed her.” He spat, pinning you closer to the tree and letting the bark dig into your back. Droplets of blood began to seep into your shirt from where his nails dug into your skin as he pinned you into place.

“Yeah. And you’re next.” You lifted your leg to knee him in the groin. He recoiled and you scrambled for your knife in vain for he knocked you to the ground with another kick to your already injured ribs. You went down with a cry and he moved to pin your wrist to the ground before kicking the knife away and tossing you back up against the tree.

“I thought you would be better than this, Winchester.” The werewolf taunted “An infamous Winchester taken down pack of wolves.”

Then he slashed at you: Long, irregular stripes down your stomach tore open as he dug his claws into your skin.

“Funny really. Almost poetic.” He leaned closer, keeping you pinned as he loomed over you. His hands had found your waist making you squirm as he pushed his fingers into the wounds he had created. An agonised sob slipped out. “But I suppose it’s only fair. You kill my sister…so I kill you. Oh how I can’t wait to see the look on Sam’s-”

He never got to finish his sentence because he had dropped to the floor dead. Sam stood behind him with his pistol ready and a worried look on his face. That was when you noticed that the rest of the creatures had been disposed of by your brothers.

“Jesus Christ, Kid. That was close.” Dean breathed out. “You need to be more careful.”

He was angry. You could tell from the way he stood; jaw clenched, shoulders a little too high to look natural.

“You’re okay though?” He asked, checking you over visually for injuries.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by your other brother.

“ What the hell was that?” Sam frowned, drawing Dean’s piercing gaze away from you and distracting him enough that he didn’t notice how you favoured one side.

“I’m sorry?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up and he stopped in his tracks, twisting toward his brother.

“You didn’t think to park somewhere less obvious?”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, Sam.” Dean’s voice rose as he began to walk back to the car.

“Exactly. And they still knew we were coming.”

“And how is that my fault?” He scoffed.

You had fallen behind. Their voices began to fade in and out as your head pounded, throbbing in sync with the gashes in your skin, still gushing with blood that stained your flannel. You pulled it closer, stumbling. Though soon it would do little to conceal what should have been so obvious to your brothers.

“Dean…” Your vision swam and you lost your footing slightly. But your call went unheard.

“Clearly they heard the car. If you were less obsessive over the damn thing and had just left it on the side of the road then they would never have known.” Sam spat. “Honestly Dean, It’s careless. An attack like that… Y/N could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Oh so it’s all my fault?” Dean threw his hands up in the air as he snapped at his brother. “If you had done the research like you were supposed to then-”

“You always do this, Dean. You can’t always pin the blame on me. It wouldn’t hurt for you to help out once in a while instead of sleezing around in some bar-”

“Sammy…” You whispered, trying again to desperately gain one of their attention.

You felt sick. Weak. staggering slowly behind them.

And then, you hit the floor.

Your legs gave out beneath you and you crumpled to the ground in a heap of agony clutching at your stomach.

“Y/N?!” Dean cried out your name at the sound, whipping around. His eyes widened in horror at the sight as he dropped to your side. Wrapping his arm over you, he rolled you onto your side to examine what he had failed to see before.

Sam paled at your bloody hands, gawping as crimson flowed around what little pressure you applied.

You whimpered as Dean pushed up your shirt to reveal the mangled cuts. Sam sucked in a sharp breath as he blinked away tears.

“S’rry.” You slurred eyes barely open as your head lolled on the ground. “Tried to… tried to t’ll you…”

“Shh.” Sam’s voice trembled. He gripped your hand to try and ground you not caring for the way your blood tainted his skin. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be just fine.”

“Mmh-” you cried out as Dean applied pressure to the wound with his bundled up flannel. The cold air pinched at his skin. He cared little for it. They needed to get you to the car. It wasn’t far at all; he could see the bonnet shining in the moonlight. But the thought of moving you made his stomach weak.

“We need to move her.” Sam voiced.

“I know.” Dean swallowed thickly. He took a deep breath. “Okay. Sweetheart, we need to move you okay it’s going to hurt but you need to stay awake, okay? You’ve already lost too much blood.”

You made no response except an incoherent murmur. You skin was paler than usual and your lips had began to turn a concerning shade of blue. But the cold was worse.

“Okay. On three Sammy. You lift.”

Sam nodded.

“One…Two…Three-”

Sam lifted you swiftly, expecting you to howl in pain. But your body didn’t so much as twitch. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you passed out.

“I’m sorry, Sam.”

The two of them sat waiting anxiously at your side. They had rushed you into the hospital, alarming the nurses as they demanded you get help.

The youngest Winchester bounced his leg. “She’s going to be fine.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Sam shifted his gaze ever so slightly, afraid to tear his eyes away from you for too long.

“I shouldn’t have yelled. It wasn’t your fault.”

Sam nodded gently. “It’s not yours either, Dean. So don’t go getting that in your head.”

“But it is-”

“Stop. We’re not talking about this now. I can’t.” He returned to watching over you cautiously.

The two of them fell into a pregnant silence.

“The doctors said she should be awake soon.” Dean tried to lighten the mood, but somehow it made it feel darker.

“I know.”

“You think she’ll be mad?”

“Who, Y/n?” Sam tilted his head. Dean nodded. “Nah. She’s too forgiving.”

“Yeah. Wonder who she gets that from.” Dean teased playfully. Sam just rolled his eyes and continued to rub circles into your hand.

And then you stirred, scrunching your face up. When you tried to shift, your eyes shot open as pain joleted through you despite the drugs the hospital had dosed you up with.

“Hey, Hey.” Sam cooed. “You’re alright. It’s okay.”

“De? Sammy?” You blinked.

“Yeah Sweetheart. It’s us.”

“You’re in the hospital.” Sam added. “They fixed you up.” You nodded slowly, noting the bags under their eyes and the extra stubble. “Are you okay?”

Dean could have laughed. “You’re in the hospital and the first thing you ask is if we’re okay?”

You fell silent, shrugging, which caused your ribs to pull, earning a wince.

“What are we gonna do with you huh, Kiddo?” Dean chuckled. “You’re too good for this world.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing she’s gonna be around for a long while longer.”

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blondwhowrites · 2 months

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"So you're telling me werewolves, vampires, ghosts—all of that stuff is real?"

Stiles stopped his pacing to turn and look at you. He sighed and nodded. "Yep, and oh, and I'm like ninety percent sure Lydia is a banshee." He raked a hand through his hair, looking down at you with an awkward smile.

You gaped at him, eyes wide. "Stiles, what the fuck? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

He frowned and raised his hands up in defense. "Woah—hey! Scott was the one who wanted to keep you out of this, so blame his furry little ass and not me!"

You got up, walked towards him, and lightly slapped his chest. You couldn't believe the audacity of your two best friends keeping such a big thing from you. "And you just went along with it!" you exclaimed, glaring at him.

He flinched away from you. He quickly slapped your hand away from him. Okay, you had a point there. He scratched the back of his head, trying to come up with some sort of defense.

"I thought it was a good idea at that time," Stiles mumbled after a few moments of silence.

"You have made it very clear that none of your ideas are good," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You turned around, walked back to your bed, and sat down. "Come on, I need a full explanation of everything that has happened that I've missed."

"Do I really need to explain everything?"

"Yes!"

"Jesus Christ, woman, okay!"

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nocturnesmoon · 3 months

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Depraved Minds

Archaic Blood Masterlist: TF141 x Vampire!GN!Reader Callsign: Solis TW: Depicted torture, slight suicidal ideation(in like one sentence)

-You find out you're not the only one plagued by nightmares-

Sharp teeth sink into your leg, leaving you writhing and screaming in pain. You're not sure how long it's been, your sense of time long lost here. All you know is this has been going on for too long.

The werewolf releases your leg once again, having used you as a chew toy for more than half an hour now. Tears stream down your face, your breathing ragged and struggling. Your stomach rattling, you were hungry, so unbelievably hungry.

You had been good, you swore you had been good, you had done everything right, everything your master wanted and required of you. Was there a spot of dirt you had missed? A chore you had forgotten? You did everything perfectly just like how you were supposed to didn't you??

The wolf sinks its teeth into your ankle, making you cry out in pain once again. You knew it got off on it, sickly depraved mind coaxed into loving the sound of pain that its prey makes. It started pulling you around the room, dragging your matted hair over the concrete, and letting out depraved growls at your whimpers and begs of mercy.

It never worked, begging for mercy, there was no mercy to find within your master’s cold heart. The same reason he had turned you into the undead creature you were today was out of pure sadistic and malicious reasons.

There didn't even need to be a reason for the cruel punishments, they became a part of your life, and assured that the meaningful punishments were so much worse. You tried to breathe through the pain, trying to remember how you even ended up in here. Your master hadn't taken an interest in you lately, so why were you in here.

Well maybe that was why, because he hadn't given you enough of his sadistic attention that he just thought ah yes put them in the kennel with the dog to be a chew toy for a few weeks. You looked down at the overgrown dog, the werewolf that rarely ever got to turn back into its human form.

Truthfully you didn't blame them whoever they were, you're sure if they knew what they were doing they would be horrified right now, but when werewolves turn the human part of their brain often switch off. Not to mention if they stay in that form for too long, they start to forget what it's like to be human.

It was still chewing on your ankles as you breathed through pained whimpers and growls of misery. If only you could fight back, if only your brain wasn't turned off or put in pain every time you even so much as thought about disobeying a direct order from the being that made you.

The wolf let's go of your ankle, finally letting you breathe for more than 2 seconds. Though it doesn't take long before the lack of contact makes you suspicious. Just as you're about to go follow it with your eyes it appears right above you, sinking its teeth right into your neck.

You wake up in a cold sweat, a silent scream on your tongue muffled behind chattering teeth. Your chest feels burning hot, while your limbs feel frosty cold. Your breathing is quick and short, as if you've just run a marathon and your lungs are giving out. You can still feel the ghostly feel of a werewolf’s teeth chewing on your flesh.

You throw off your blanket, checking over your calves and ankles, the bite marks are still there, but no longer punctured and bleeding. They healed a long time ago, you could still remember the infection that almost took you out of this life, you almost wish it had.

A shiver runs through you, forcing you to buck forward in an attempt at catching your breath. You curl up, trying to find something to distract yourself with, but your mind is like an endless pit of unwanted memories.

You reach for your phone to check the time, 1 AM, you had only meant to take a short nap during the afternoon and then get up to do more work when the summer sun had set. You had grossly overslept, and any thought of doing work in a state like this only made your limbs quiver again.

It wouldn't do you any good to stay in bed here either way however, so you swung your legs over the edge and went to search for a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt you could wear. You doubted anyone would be awake right about now anyway, not like anyone would see you.

Fixing yourself up to be half decent you made your quest towards the kitchen, hoping to find a better cup you could sip some blood from. Oh, how you missed being able to digest proper foods again, once upon a time your stomach could take it in small amounts, but usually you'd end up throwing it up anyway.

The base is quiet this time of night, only the really dedicated, or more likely overworked people would still be up around now. The kitchen lights are off as expected when you saunter in, you could still feel the shake in your hands and the feeling of gnawing teeth against skin. There was even a limp in your left leg, the one that had been impaired the most back then, it weirded you out how your body reacted to those vivid memories, as if it didn't want to let go of the horrid things that plagued your dreams.

You never had to worry about anything like it happening again, worst case scenario you got captured in the field and put through torture at the hands of humans, but nothing like what your master would do to you.

You let out a sigh and lean against the counter, looking down at your hands to observe the slight shake in them. How many times did you have to get blood on them until it was enough? It didn't matter to dwell; the only way the military was letting you go was through brutal death. Even then they might find a way to resurrect you, because they aren't truly much better than anyone else.

The thoughts threaten to take over, reminiscing on all the horrible things you'd seen through history. Instead of letting it, you let your attention be captivated by the odd placement of a cup on the counter. The tea inside was still steaming, freshly made by the looks of it. Your brow furrows wondering who left it here.

Your question is quickly answered when someone does a fake cough to grab your attention.

You let out a squeak when your eyes land on the skull mask looming in the dark corner of the kitchen. You felt the anxiety still resting beneath the surface, make your limps stiffen, readying yourself for impact, but you're left with nothing.

"Your senses are getting duller" Ghost speaks quietly, emerging from the dark corner that completely hid his presence from you.

"I was just distracted," you defend yourself leaning back against the marble counter and crossing your arms over your chest. He went past you, giving you the look, which doesn't believe you before picking up his cup of tea.

"Clearly."

He reaches up to move the bottom half of his mask over his nose, allowing him to take a sip despite the tea still being steaming hot. He doesn't have much of a reaction, but you can tell in the way he stiffens that he regrets not waiting for it to cool down.

"Why are you up so late?" you ask after a brief moment of silence and intense staring. He seemed exhausted all things considered; you didn't doubt that he was still working despite the hour. He was ambitious to a fault, throwing himself into work and rarely allowing himself the rest he needed.

"Why are you?"

You let out a frustrated huff, not feeling like telling him that you were awoken by a petty nightmare and was now too rattled to stay in your own room. "Well, I was hoping to get some work done, you know I work better at night," you tell him.

"Oh, are you now," he sounded amused, and it only served to confuse you further. He was the joking type, having been subject to countless dad jokes, but you didn't understand where his humor was coming from in this situation.

"What?"

"You aren't exactly dressed for it love," his words mortify you, your gaze turning downwards to remind yourself that while nothing inappropriate was on, you were severely underdressed compared to Ghost who was still dressed for work.

He takes another sip of his tea, observing your reaction with soft chuckle. The tea had finally cooled down some, allowing him to take in more than a few sips at a time. "Why are you really up?" he asks, repeating his question, "Can't sleep?"

His voice takes a sympathetic turn, looking at you with slight concern. You let out an audible sigh, looking away from him to avoid his observant look. You could throw in another lie, tell him that you were just feeling too lazy to change, but he likely wouldn't appreciate the blatant lie, especially after everything you've been through with them all so far.

"Nightmares," you shrug hoping to play it off as not too serious, because in truth it really wasn't. Sure they were bloody terrifying and freakish to relieve traumatic memories every night, but they were just dreams.

He let out a hum in acknowledgement, nodding along and drinking his tea, when you decided to tell him that they plague you all too often, leaving you restless and tired despite sleeping for long periods.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with all that," he says in a quiet voice, "It's all too common in our line of work, and even then, you're quite the anomaly." He chuckles short and quiet, managing to get a small smile on your lips as well.

"Listen..." he started and put his empty cup down on the counter, "I was going to go take a nap, you can join me if you'd want to, better than being alone right now I think." You're quiet while you take in his request, pondering the options in your head before you'd give him a definite answer.

He's patient, letting you mull it over, giving you plenty of time to decline him, but you swear you notice a glint in his eyes when you nod your head yes. "Okay..." you're not sure what to expect but given the opportunity to not be alone at the moment in an unjudged space was too good to pass up.

Ghost cleans up what he's used to make the tea and then takes lead towards his room. It's bare, void of any personality except for a lamp on his nightstand that wasn't issued by the military. It was as you expected, knowing him to be overly professional sometimes and all too focused on work, he probably didn't spend a lot of time in making a space truly his.

You watch as he walks over to his dresser, beginning to undress and change into more comfortable wear for sleep. Meanwhile you make your way to the bed, stretching out on it and getting comfortable under the covers without much care. You could spend the next day being embarrassed over your actions, currently you needed the closeness and comfort.

It didn't take long for him to join you, sinking into the bed beside you with a deep sigh, finally able to relax his muscles and tense stances. You turned on your other side to face him, slightly shocked to see that he had fully removed his mask. Blonde locks against the pillow beneath his head, and scars covering his face all now on full display for you.

"I thought you said you slept with the mask on," you say through a quiet snicker, fighting the urge to reach out and gently touch his scars. You wonder how he got them, what horrors was subjected to him for him to end up with such horrific wounds. Was he plagued by it all too?

He chuckles quietly, barely any sound coming out but the smile on lips, the true smile, gives you life all on its own. "Got to fuck with you all sometimes don't I" he says keeping the smile for much longer than you'd expect him to.

His hand gently comes to up to gently rub a speck of dust away from your brow, his movements slow and careful in case you wanted to retreat. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks softly, both your voices turning to quiet whispers in the darkness.

You know what he's referring to, and in truth you've never really told anyone about it. It never occurred to you as a possibility, any level of friendship you've had over all these years has always felt too superficial, a part of you keeping yourself at an arm’s length from everyone.

And though you trust the 141 with your life, you don't know if you're quite ready to tell them the extent of it. Would they even understand it nor care? So, you quietly shook your head, letting your eyes fall to look anywhere but his face.

"I struggle with nightmares too," he tells you after a momentary quiet, "I know how it is, if you ever change your mind I'll listen, no matter when." You nod again, feeling a warmth in your chest at his words, right along with a wonder on what his own nightmares could be about.

You wondered what it would be like to share those dreams with him, maybe he would tell some of his own in turn. One day you likely would divulge some of your past, but for now, you could bask in the company that Ghost offered you and feel relaxed knowing you were safe here.

"Get some rest, I think you've overworked that brain of yours enough for now," he pats the side of your head in a gesture of affection before turning on his back to let out a deep sigh. You watch him as he closes his eyes, listen as his breaths slow, his heartrate resting just like his body as he falls into sleep.

You couldn't protect your own sleep, your own brain working against itself, but you could watch over him to make sure he got the uninterrupted sleep he so clearly needed. You'd do it for anyone of them, and you're sure they'd do it for you just as well.

"Goodnight Ghost."

Can always go for some nightmare comfort, might fuck around and make one of the guys find Solis halfway through a panic attack because of a nightmare one day-

As always if you all have some ideas, or scenarios to put Solis and the guys in, do send them, i love hearing what you guys are thinking about :))

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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thunder and lightning

Summary: You're trying to study for your O-chem exam when a storm knocks the power out, and your skittish girlfriend needs comfort.

Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: light swearing Pairing: Enid Sinclair x Reader

The heavens had opened up to unleash a flood. Lightning lit up the sky and occasionally your room, which was lit with candles due to the power outage. The flashes were quickly chased by thunder that roared so loud you could hear the vials on your shelves shake. On any other night you would have loved it, might have even sat out on the porch to watch and listen.

But you very much needed it to not be storming at the moment.

You had an exam to prepare for. A very important exam that was going to be the deciding factor for if you would need to take O-Chem again. How could you be expected to study for it when your candles were burning out and you still had four more chapters to go over.

Another flash of lightning lit up the room, almost taunting your lack of adequate lighting.

"Thanks a lot," you mumbled as you looked out the window into the pouring rain. "A load of help you are."

Thunder quickly followed.

"Dickhead," you mumbled again.

You were digging in your drawer for another candle when you heard frantic knocking on the door. Your roommate was gonna be at a frat party all night so you hadn't been expecting any company. But you were nothing if not curious, so you abandoned the candle search and opened your door.

And there stood sweet Enid, pulling her jacket tight around her shoulders and shivering as if she had been stuck in the cold.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" You asked as you ushered her in, giving her a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth when she passed.

"You know I hate storms," she whined, "and Willa kicked me out."

"I fear your roommate a healthy amount," you said as you locked the door, "but I'm gonna respectfully kick her ass."

"I don't blame her," Enid said softly. You could see her shoulders shaking under her jacket. "I did try to crawl under her shirt when I heard thunder."

"You did?" You asked, freezing in your movements to grab her a blanket.

"It's scary, okay?" Enid pouted with another audible whine. You hadn't been around many werewolves - or any werewolves - but you found it adorable.

"Need some comfort?" You asked simply.

She didn't answer, just nodded and ran forward to wrap her arms around your waist. You didn't hesitate to pull her tight, one hand on her back while the other held her head to your chest. Her body was shaking, getting worse when another flash of lightning was followed by thunder. Even though you couldn't exactly hear it, you could feel her whine at the sound. If her tail had been it, you had no doubt it would be tucked between her legs.

"As much as I love you," you said softly with a kiss to the top of her head, "and I would love to cuddle," another kiss, "I still have to study."

"You're gonna leave me?" She asked, her voice muffled by the fact her face was still shoved into your chest.

"I only have an hour or so of candlelight left," you said. But when you looked at the candles, you sighed. An hour was a stretch.

“You’re gonna leave me for an hour?” Enid whined again, pulling back just enough to look up at you with watery eyes.

“I’m not leaving you.” You did your best not to laugh at her. Okay, you wouldn’t laugh at her, you would laugh with her. “I’ll just be at my desk.”

“And where will I be?” She asked.

Just then, as if on cue, a crack of thunder shook everything in the room. You heard a bark - a yip, if you will - come from Enid before she darted closer, immediately crawling under your shirt. Her hair tickled on your stomach and you had to fight the laughter bubbling up in your throat when her fingers grazed your side.

“Enid,” you called out, finally laughing when her breath tickled your neck. “You can’t fit in my shirt.”

She didn’t say anything, just pulled you tighter. Her entire body was shaking and her little whimpers were starting to make you sad. The poor thing. She truly was like a puppy; scared of storms and needing that comfort. Part of you wanted to push her away because you shouldn’t give them attention, it would encourage them to seek it during the next storm.

But Enid wasn’t a puppy, she was your girlfriend. A furry girlfriend, sure, but that didn’t change anything. She was your girlfriend, and she was terrified of the storm, and she needed you to comfort her. So you wrapped your arms around her and held her close.

“I guess I can study like this,” you mumbled, shuffling you both over to the desk to grab your textbook.

“Yes you can,” Enid replied from within your shirt. You felt her lips press against your collarbone in a soft kiss.

“You’re a brat,” you mumbled, but awkwardly bent your neck to kiss the top of her head that was slowly starting to poke out from the collar of your shirt.

She was going to stretch it out. Maybe she should just keep it.

You managed to grab your things and toss them onto your bed before realising you still had to get up onto the top bunk. Which would be impossible with the little leech that was still under your shirt. You didn’t have her werewolf strength - or any strength, for that matter - so you couldn’t just carry her. But heaven help you if you tried to push her away for the moment.

Wait.

Enid whined again when you grabbed the hem of your now irreversibly stretched out shirt. You pulled it over Enid and yourself, quickly just pulling it off completely. Her shaking increased, but you leaned down to hook your arms under the back of her thighs. Thankfully she took the hint and jumped up, her legs quickly wrapping around your waist while her arms wrapped around your neck.

It was a miracle you managed to climb up to your bunk. You wouldn’t necessarily consider yourself weak, but - and you would never tell Enid this - werewolves were heavy as fuck. Like, she was just dense, stocky, a giant wolf’s worth of weight packed into one tiny human girl’s body. So you were pretty proud of yourself when you sat on your bed, Enid clinging tight like a baby monkey.

God, you loved her.

“Are you really not going to pay attention to me?” Enid asked when you were only five minutes into studying.

“Enid, my love, I have to study,” you huffed. “I am not taking this class again, it was hell the first time.”

“But you have to pay attention to me,” Enid whined, “I’m scared.”

To emphasise her point again, thunder rumbled immediately after.

“Baby please,” you said with a chaste kiss on her lips, “just two more chapters.”

“Your degree is ruining everything,” Enid grumbled, throwing herself back into your lap. As if she had ever left in the first place.

“Well, I am a student,” you said quietly, knowing she wasn’t paying attention.

Her fingers traced patterns on your shoulders, your back, your arms, every inch of skin she could find. Your arms instinctively wrapped tighter around her when you saw the lightning, preparing for the thunder. She would shake and whine and maybe bark a little if it was extra loud, but then would quickly settle back into your lap again.

“Please be done,” Enid mumbled into your neck when you turned the page of your notebook.

You closed your tired eyes and sighed deeply. Maybe she was right. It was late as hell, the storm had finally settled to little more than the occasional rumble, and if you didn’t know the material by now then you never would. Without a verbal answer, you closed your books and tossed them to the bottom of the bed.

Enid practically purred when you pulled the both of you down to the bed and your arms wrapped around her. She turned around so her back was pressed to your front and snuggled in for the long haul.

“Good night, baby,” you whispered, leaving a lingering kiss on her temple.

“Mmm good night,” she mumbled back with another attempt to get closer.

God, you loved her.

#enid sinclair x reader #enid x reader

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honeyflower-bellybower · 3 months

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You know the line in atyd that's like "they'd never really understood each other" or something? Well that's always fucking crushed me cause it's true on so many levels but also because you're sort of tricked into believing it's not for so long before that? Like, with the whole sharing scars thing (literally and figuratively) and all that you think they fall in love with each other exactly because they do understand each other. Right? But it's wrong.

Cause what they've always understood was the bad parts of each other. They understood the painful, butchered bits of one another, the abandonment, the hatred, the loneliness, the anger. Remus was able to forgive Sirius for The Prank because he understood his anger. Sirius could stand Remus' snapping for the same reason. But never the fragile, kind parts.

Remus never really understood that Sirius still loved his brother, not just the idea of him, or the memory of him, but the real, present, Death Eater Regulus. He never understood that Sirius felt guilty about leaving him.

Why? Because when Remus found his own Voldemort-associated 'family' with not-so-evil members his reaction was to fight. With them and for them. To free them, even those who weren't aware they needed help, even those who hated him for it, like Livia. He put himself in the way of harm and in danger of being thought traitorous by the light-side. He did everything Sirius blamed himself for not doing.

And he did it because he was put in that position after living and learning. Older. He didn't grow up in that position. He wasn't raised by that abusive parent. He was never a child trying to take care of his siblings and being punished for it. He was never convinced that was the normal way of life, or love. He didn't exactly have the nicest childhood, but he was able to recognize Greyback for what he was right away. When standing against him he never had to remind himself he was doing the right thing. He never wished that person loved him. He never had to struggle with contrasting feelings. He could take his "siblings"' side without being afraid of losing himself in the process. He never had to make sure he wasn't turning evil.

And Sirius could never understand why Remus would even consider standing with the werewolves, because they were exactly like his family, and he could not think of standing with his family. He loved his brother, yes, but he hadn't been able to save him, and trying any harder would've meant losing himself too. He didn't even really know whether Reg was salvageable or not. He knew how much he'd struggled to get away from the position Remus was willingly putting himself into.

They never understood each other, because they were confronted with the same question in different times, and gave different answers.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #i know this is a bit confused #but it was too long #the essays i could write about these two #ofc referring to atyd #atyd #all the young dudes #marauders #atyd marauders #atyd sirius #atyd remus #remus lupin #wolfstar #sirius black #regulus black #black family #black brothers

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 8 months

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I love your Astarion work! I was curious if you could write a semi lengthy (if possible) angst/jealous Astarion x Tav/Reader??? Also hurt reader/Tav is always great too. I crave comfort lol

I hope you like it!

Rated: M

Warnings: spoilers for dark ending, transformation, vampiric

The manor is oppressive, heavy as if a ball and chain are leashed to your neck forcing you to bow, this place screams for submission. The want to give in, to let go, be controlled, dominated. It sickens you as Astarion guides you around the home of all his trauma. Naturally, you want to comfort him, hold his hand, and squeeze it to reassure him. However, this is not the time or place. The deeper you both travel into the bowels of Cazador’s palace, the heavier this weight is on your back, choking you as if you misbehaved.

Then came the cells. The sins of the past stabbed and twisted between Astarion’s ribs nicking his heart.

He is distant… You try to tell him this isn’t his fault, that Cazador is to blame. He was used just like they are.

The rules of being a vampire do not help as it is revealed what happened to Cazador’s master is part of the cycle to learn, adapt, and succeed. The rule of two where one will kill the other and repeat the cycle with another. The throne of blood you pray Astarion wants nothing to do with as he sees what is the cost of power.

The Black Mass is unholy and you silently pray to Lathander for his radiance to shine and burn that bastard Szarr to ashes.

Wishful thinking as the moment you enter the ritual chambers things go south, fast.

With now all seven of his spawn, he is strong-- Stronger and though using the spells and holy water do weaken him (barely), he is stronger than most foes.

"Perhaps after my ascension, I shall take your spawn friend as my own." The taunt is spoken during the battle as you struggle to keep up and your hirelings are spread out fighting the summoned bats, werewolves, and ghouls. The words are intended to be salt upon the wound as Astarion is helpless to fight against his master and this ritual. The screams do not help, the blood in the air does not help, and…

You… Are afraid.

This is too close to what happened to you, at the temple of Kanchelsis. Your master was pleased to watch as you writhed in agony as you turned into the beast you are. A vampire who shares the bestial madness of a werewolf.

Being tossed into a column like nothing as the vampire lord takes special interest in attacking you. Your body is in pain, bruises with internal bleeding, and the mental fear is keeping you on the ground struggling to get up. The laugh echoes, your vision blurring, and when you blink you… See your master standing above you with the bat-shaped head of the staff making you tilt your head up.

“Stay right there.”

He… He is going to win… He is going to ascend…

He is going to kill Astarion!

You must push on! Every muscle in your body protesting as you get up, your blood spilling as your form shifts to that beast, bigger, deformed, and grotesque. The whispers of the dark father in the back of your mind as you roared like a beast unleashed from its cage. Jaheira had been teaching you druidic magic as it seemed you had a talent for it. Seems that comes from the beast within, it hungers and Cazador looks like the perfect toy to chew on.

There is a cost, you know it, this power is tapping into the essence of vampirism. The beast, the hunger that comes with the gift and blessing of Kanchelsis; that cost you care not about, not now. No longer will you allow yourself to be chained down by the memories of the years of torture and abuse!

Astarion needs you, you need him, and you need each other.

Damn the cost! Damn this place, damn everything!

The beast roars with rage! An animal instinct as it recognizes Astarion as the mate, a mate in danger.

The slaughter is fighting to this bat-shaped form you are in, Cazador can’t keep up even in his mist form. When you try to rip his head off or attempt to fly and grab him; he knows how to flee.

“Scurry and scatter like rats!” Your voice is not your own, it is the beast that relishes in the hunt this lordling provides.

There are points when you blackout, in and out of a waking dream, then when the bloodlust no longer consumes your body and mind. Your body is back to normal but the wounds are worse, you need blood soon in order to properly heal.

“Wake up!”

Astarion. The sigh of relief hurts though it is being healed, well attempted to, away by the hireling cleric. Your eyes watch the scene of long-awaited and overdue revenge take place.

“I need your help.” His voice does not hide the desperation, the need.

This was your warning, you should have told him to stop or… You can’t raise a claw against him. There is too much between you to end it with steel or claw. So your eyes and mind are his to see through.

It is through those he seals his fate and the fate of seven thousand souls.

#fanfiction #reader insert #astarion #anon ask #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3

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tfrb-forest-fire-survivors-au · 3 months

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Even more incorrect quotes

Heatwave: "Who the fuck broke the toaster?"

Boulder: "It was Cody."

Blades: "It was Cody."

Chase: "Cody broke it."

Cody:

Cody: "...yOU PROMISED-"

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Blades: "So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl...."

Heatwave: "...."

Boulder: "....."

Chase: "......"

Cody: "..Who?"

Blades: "That's the thing we don't-" *Everyone stares at Cody*

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Blades: "Alright Chase, Boulder. Let's go over this one more time."

Blades: "If something breaks?"

Chase: "We try to fix it before Heatwave gets home."

Blades: "If it doesn't work?"

Boulder: "We blame Cody."

Cody: "Seriously guys, what the hell?!"

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Cody: "What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?"

Graham: "IT."

Dani: "Annabelle."

Chief Burns: "Paranormal Activity."

Kade: "High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words."

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Chase: "What scares you guys the most?"

Blades: "Werewolves!"

Boulder: "Sharks."

Heatwave: "The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death."

Heatwave:

Heatwave: "Cody dying."

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*Everyone is giving advice to Cody*

Boulder: "It's okay to ask for help."

Blades: "You're not a burden."

Heatwave: "Murder is okay."

Chase: "Your feelings matter."

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Boulder: "What do you do when someone offers you drugs?"

Cody: "Take them!"

Chase: "Punch them in the neck!"

Blades: "Say thank you!"

Heatwave: "Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!"

Boulder: "…"

Boulder: "No."

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Boulder: "Guys… the principal just called—"

Chase: "It was Blades!"

Blades: "It was Heatwave!"

Heatwave: "It was Cody!"

Cody: "It was me!"

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Cody: "We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends."

Blades: "...Your what?"

Cody: "My friends."

Boulder: "Are they saying “friends”?"

Chase: "I think they're being sarcastic."

Heatwave: "No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Cody! All of your friends are in this room."

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Chase: "What's the worst thing you guys have done?"

Boulder: "Rickrolled my teacher on Cybertron."

Blades: "I kicked Heatwave in the shin-"

Heatwave: "-So I kicked Blades between the legs."

Cody: "I almost died and was burned in a forest fire."

Chase: "What?!"

Heatwave: "What the hell is wrong with you?!?"

Cody: "A lot of things."

Blades: "No shit."

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Heatwave: "Cody's first detention, I'm so proud."

Boulder: "Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention?"

Chase: "Because he was acting a fool as a human say."

Blades, terrified: "They can do that??"

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Cody: "You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?"

Heatwave: "Several traffic violations."

Graham: "Three counts of resisting arrest."

Dani: "Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks."

Kade: "Also, Heateave's still technically grounded for his non-robotic behavior in public."

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Blades: "What do you guys do when you're stressed?"

Chase: "Try and calm myself down!"

Boulder: "Recharge."

Cody: "Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out."

Heatwave: "I don't."

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Chase: "Did you bring Boulder?"

Blades, gesturing to Cody: "No, but I brought the next best thing."

Chase: "Cody? The next best thing would be Heatwave."

Cody: "I would be offended, but Heatwave is freakishly strong."

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Chief Burns: "I swear to god sometimes I'm the only one here with a braincell."

Cody, Dani, Graham, and Kade: "ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!"

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Chief Burns: "Hey, how did my phone break?"

Dani: "You were drunk yesterday."

Chief Burns: "And?"

Cody: "You threw it."

Chief Burns: "Why?"

Graham: "You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!”"

Chief Burns: "And why didn’t you stop me?!"

Kade: "We were busy laughing our asses off."

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Chief Burns: "You three, explain right now!"

Kade: "It was Dani."

Graham: "It was Dani."

Cody: "It was Dani."

Dani:

Dani: "…fuck."

#incorrect quotas #tfrb #tfrb cody #tfrb au #forest fire survivors duo #rescue bots #the burns family

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audhd-nightwing · 2 years

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ok so i’ve seen ppl talk abt werewolf steve and werewolf robin but not both and that’s a tragedy so have some hcs:

- they share clothes all the time / are always wearing at least one article of clothing or accessory that belongs to the other person bc the scents are comforting (and they both have a lot of cozy clothes)

- they are always touching when they’re next to each other (feet in the others lap, holding hands, cuddling, using the other as a pillow, etc.)

- can tell when the other is upset / uncomfortable and are skilled at making up excuses so they can check on them alone

- are very protective of those that they consider ‘pack’ (which is most of the characters but especially the kids)

- they both have enhanced senses and tend to be overstimulated by different things so they help the other muffle their senses when it happens (headphones, stim toys, strong comforting scents, etc.)

- they both chew on stuff a lot to stim & cuz wolfy stuff so all their hoodie strings / pencils / necklaces / etc. are chewed up lol

- they r strong lads and end up accidentally crushing/breaking stuff a lot and usually blame each other (“who did it?” *both point to each other*)

- they run warm so even though they cuddle a lot when it’s cold they usually don’t when its hot

- after robin gets turned their metabolism gets super high so steve uses his parents money to just always have a shit ton of food on hand (they usually end up eating at steve’s house but steve also has hidden snacks Everywhere)

- they roughhouse a lot to let excess energy out and tend to ruin clothes that way (steve always buys himself and robin new clothes anyway) and have, on one memorable occasion, accidentally broken bones (which healed almost immediately but was still scary)

- if we have werewolf!stobin we gotta have vampire!neddie ((edancy?) aka eddie & nancy)

- nancy comes from a distinguished vampire family / eddie was turned by some rando when he lived with his parents and then ran away to wayne who took him in

- steve is a born werewolf bc of his mom (who takes magic suppressants or smth and his dad doesn’t know) so he had to figure everything out on his own / robin was turned by a feral werewolf and steve teaches her ‘how to wolf 101’

(btw vampires and werewolves are Known in this au so it’s not kept secret from anyone)

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin friendship #werewolf steve harrington #werewolf robin buckley #werewolf au #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #vampire nancy wheeler #vampire au #steddie #ronance #headcanons #autistic steve harrington #autistic robin buckley #werewolf stobin

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streaminn · 1 year

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acting news

streamer enid au! once again part 2

There's a taste on Enid's tongue when she speaks. It's sweet, flavorful and distracting - addicting she can almost say. No wonder she keeps talking and talking, murmuring about anything just to taste that drug stuck in her mouth.

It's why she couldn't fully focus on her stream, why her eyes aren't drawn to the colourful lights of the game she was playing on autopilot. Something was distracting her and she didn't know what.

It isn't until she hears the slow yet measured footsteps passing by her door that it finally clicks and a smile grows on Enid's face.

Right, she ate well yesterday.

Chat is as noisy as always, clamouring with their normal chatter but they seem to be confused as to why Enid suddenly decided to shut up.

"streamer going insane?"

"U see that glaze in her eyes? Bet she’s high on chocolate"

“You can get high on chocolate???”

“Ofc not this is y u dont believe everything in the internet”

The werewolf quickly looked back to the game, a lil snort bubbling in her throat. Chat definitely has their moments, these were one of them. To think people wonder why she was streaming, it's for dumb reasons like this.

"hi guys what's happenin"

"ur mom is what's happenin"

“Yall so rude ;-; i was just asking”

A sound alert is the one that fully snaps Enid back to attention. With a quick thank you to one Sokoe-chan, she finally dragged her eyes away from the game to give a very concerned look at the camera, her eyes just reading that mess of a convo.

“What the fuck chat?” she murmured, but the tone definitely couldn't hide the upward quirk of her lips. “Also I don't get high on chocolate, that's not how werewolves work.”

Chat begins to spark at that, questions of ‘duh, dogs are allergic that makes so much sense’ to ‘who made you the werewolf expert huh!?’

It makes Enid lean back as she builds a house. She’s playing minecraft after all, albeit one with horror mods but considering that the sun was up and her chests were full, she decided to go and finally build a house.

Before her chat remembers and calls her homeless.

She shivers at that, can you really blame her? It's hard to build things when you’re being chased and only have your own flesh and bone to keep you running.

The sound of rattling bones rings through her headphones and Enid’s cheeks burned as she gave her full attention back to chat. It's still a little shocking to have people pay for a free live stream, so she does try her best to give her gratitude to any supporters. “Thank you again Sokoe-chan for the ten gifted!”

The text to speech drawled in reply “did you hear that Lunal curse is getting a movie adaption exclamation mark exclamation mark question mark.”

Enid’s eyes widened as she immediately straightened and pulled herself close to the camera. “Really?!” she places a hand on her chest, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “My wife is going to do amazing, I'm telling you.” Enid points at the screen, a bright smile on her face. “Ain’t nobody can beat my woman! Imagine being a director and the main actor-”

As the werewolf goes on a tangent, chat meanwhile has their own thoughts.

“There she goes”

“Can you blame her?! Wednesday does such a good job as Viper”

“It just feels a lil self insert for the author to act out the main role yknow?”

“Hey now, if it works then it works”

“Just sayin!”

“Brother ur in the wrong channel to be dissing Wednesday”

“Endespair is a huge W.A simp after all”

Enid paused in her words to raise a brow. “Hey hey, nothing wrong with saying your thoughts but you’re treading a thin line there man.” she waves her hand around. “She’s giving good content and getting that bag! Besides, she auditioned for that role and the others greenlit her to be Viper.”

Most of the chat agrees, some even citing a few articles of the process. This definitely wasn’t a new topic in terms of Viper’s casting.

The tone overall seemed rather easy going, everyone vibing until a comment pops in that makes Enid’s lips drop and her brows to furrow.

“Trust a dog to be at someones heel”

“HEY”

“Too far dude wtf”

“MODS”

“U AINT ACCEPTED HERE”

A stormy look crossed Enid’s face and the ban hammer dropped. The wolf sighs, escaping the game to the menu as she gives a look.

“we’re boutta be scolded againnn”

“Its not our fault!”

“Sjdklajdklsja father forgive us”

“Pls not again, i havent recovered from the last lashing”

Enid’s look is affronted, but chat’s lil attempts to make her smile works. “You guys make it sound like I abuse you or something,” she laughs and for a moment, chat thinks they’re off the hook before she removes her glasses to raise a brow at the camera.

A classic look of disappointment.

“Dangit thought that was going to work”

“Lowkey i dont mind being scolded if its endespair”

“Daddy issues right here”

“Ay no need to call me out like that”

Normally, Enid would hold out for a few more seconds, just to make the tension palpable enough to fuck with her audience until the loud sounds of bones rattling makes her shoulders drop.

This is why she can’t be serious until it's really needed.

“Lunaslandingpad threw 50 gifted subs into the pile” spoke the alert but just before it could continue, Enid paused it to let out a harsh and very tired sigh.

One so filled with emotion that it makes Chat pause themselves as she rubbed at her eyes before sliding on her frames.

“One, no bribing me to feel better,” Enid starts and immediately, chat clammors in agreement. “Two, none of those dog comments. Not only is that a shitty thing to do but I have werewolf tagged on stream to make sure others like me find it easier so don’t make me regret it.” A shine of white is shown, her fangs seemed to almost be bared if it weren’t for the hand that covers anything below her nose. “Last, there is nothing wrong with criticising a piece of work but don’t bring that stuff here.”

Silence filled the air as Enid leant back, her lips pursed as she crossed her arms. “Got it?”

“Ofcourse!”

“Yesser”

message deleted by moderator

“WE SAW THAT” “Caught in 4k”

Soon, Enid’s scowl turned into a bigger raised brow before rolling her eyes as she opened up the mod log to see the rather.. Thirsty comment. “You all really gotta think before you type.” her head shakes as she laughs. “you guys are lucky i wouldn’t have you guys any other way.”

Taglist: @agathaharkness-simp @lunaslandingpad

#Wenclair #Writing #Enid sinclair #Streamer Enid au

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captain-mj · 7 months

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Vampire Pt 10

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Price sat in front of Ghost and Gaz. “I am deeply sorry.”

Ghost and Gaz exchanged glances before Gaz took a deep breath. “I don’t forgive you.”

Price paused, looking a tad startled. “What?”

“We don’t forgive you.” Ghost said coldly. He glared into Price. “You let her turn Reyes into a rat, surround us with holy water soaked rice and almost killed the werewolves. Kate is still having trouble breathing and Alex keeps coughing.”

Price nodded. “I know. And I plan to apologize to her later. And I’ve already talked with Koenig and got in touch with Horangi. I’ll be paying him handsomely for his services to fix Reyes.”

Gaz got up. “Not good enough! It would be bad enough if it was Alex. I could blame it on myself. But you invited his pack. They’ve all been struggling and to make things worse, Alex hasn’t been talking to me. He’s been too busy trying to make sure Farah and Laswell are fine. You could’ve seriously hurt them.”

Price winced. “I know, son. And I’m really sorry.”

“Can you drop the dad act for five minutes? Please?” Gaz pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated and tired.

Soap covered his mouth. Price’s face just fell. But he learned his lesson with Ghost.

“Of course, Gaz. I’m sorry. Truly. I’ll talk to Alex. I’ll make it clear to him that you had no idea.”

“What’s that going to do?? Having you defend me to him?” Gaz threw his hands up and just shook his head. “Just… drop it. I’ll take care of Alex. Just stay out of it.”

Price nodded. “I understand. I do. I promise I’ll make this up to you.”

Gaz shook his head. “You clearly don’t understand at all. I can’t…. God.”

Both vampires hissed.

“Sorry Ghost.”

“Yeah, no worries.” Ghost mumbled, though it clearly still hurt.

Price took a deep breath. “I really am sorry. And Ghost, I’m sorry for disrespecting you.”

Ghost sighed. “No. Not this time. You can’t just… look at me with puppy eyes and expect everything to be forgiven. You’ve been doing this for centuries.”

Price winced. “Simon, I really am so sorry.”

“Fix Reyes. Don’t call me Simon. And stay somewhere else for now.”

Price nodded. “Of course. And after that, we’ll talk?”

“Yeah. We’ll talk.” Ghost got up and left the room.

“Gaz. Please.”

“No. Just… no.” Gaz left him as well.

Interviewer: …

Price: Ever since the wedding, my… thoughts have been more organized. I think more clearly.

Interviewer: I saw. You think that has to do with the hit to your head?”

Price: It’s… possible. I am old. Sometimes we get squirrely in old age. Maybe it knocked something back in to place.

Interviewer: I understand.

Price: I just want my boys to forgive me again.

Koenig arrived in the middle of the night. He wore a hood over his head that covered his entire face. Giant blue eyes blinked at Soap.

“Please, come in.” His voice wavered slightly as Koenig stepped in. Tall. So tall.

His companion was also tall, but not nearly as so. He had a mask and his eyes were like an actual cats.

Horangi paused and looked at Soap, eyes narrowing. “You are?”

“Soap. Ghost’s familiar.”

“So where is… the rat?”

Soap nodded. Straight to the point. He could appreciate that. “He’s in the other room with Chuy.”

Koenig hummed. “Leibling, do you want me with you?”

Horangi simply nodded and walked to the suggested room. He entered the room and saw the giant glass tank with Reyes. He glanced at him, humming. “This transformation was… messy. Not very well done.”

Chuy started to wring his hands. “So? Can you turn him back or not?”

Horangi nodded. “I’ll need things. It’ll take time. But yeah, I can make him human again.”

Chuy sighed. “Thank god. How soon?”

“Based on how badly it was done, I’ll need until tomorrow night to gather things. I’ll do it while you all sleep. Koenig, I’ll need you a little more afterwards, gongjunim.”

Soap watched them. It was different than Price and his fiance. This was… better. Koenig grabbed Horangi’s hands and pulled them under his hood, clearly kissing them. It was sweet.

Soap found himself leaving and finding Ghost who had decided he needed some time to think. He sat next to him, holding a cup of coffee.

Ghost stared into the stars and he looked rather tired. “Johnny.”

Soap looked over.

“When I turn you, what do you plan to do?”

Soap paused and thought about it. “I usually think about what I’ll be like years down the line…” And most of the thoughts centered still being with Ghost. Just… a different relationship.

“Think about it. What would you do? First night, you’re turned. You can go anywhere. Do anything.”

“I’d probably fly a bunch.”

Ghost smiled. “As a bat or a person.”

“Person. I’m worried i won’t be able to turn back.”

Ghost laughed. “I’d walk you through it. I’d… be a good sire.”

Soap hesitated. “Price tends to see you as his son and, I know you’re mad at him right now, but you see him a bit as a dad. Would we have the same relationship?” That would be weird.

“No.” Ghost answered rather quickly. “You’re not my kid. Sire and… batling relationships haven’t been like that for a while. Fell out of fashion 5 centuries ago. Became more romantic.”

Soap leaned in slightly. “Would we be romantic?”

Ghost looked at Soap’s lips. “Would you want that?”

Soap leaned forward and went to kiss him. Ghost hesitated though and they both paused. Mouth centimeters apart. “Please.”