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ethereal-night-fairy · 5 months

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Silver Tongues, like Bullets

Werewolf!141 x female reader

Trusting four men in the forest when you were lost was possibly the stupidest thing you could have ever done. Now you find yourself scrambling to escape their clutches.

Warnings: MDNI, Dark themes, implied kidnapping, manipulation, hunting, mild injuries, manhandling, non-sexual touching, non-con touching.

The lovely @gogh-with-the-flow came up with the name for this. (I love you xoxo 💋)

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-27/11/2023 present time

Your feet race through the jagged terrain trying to find any hint of a trail to lead you back into town. Though it was near impossible to see. Your only friend was the crescent moon creating a gentle stream of light to guide your steps as you hurried across, dodging trees and bushes. The air sliced against your skin like icicles but you know you couldn't stop. They might be hot on your trail. You could almost envision their hot breaths coming out in pants as their morphed forms chased after you. Large bodies on all fours tearing up the forest in pursuit of your scent. But they weren't behind you, they couldn't be you haven't heard them in a short while. It was a miracle you even managed to evade their claws this long. God knows how you managed to get this far.

Had someone warned you that you'd be chased by four beasts who you had sought help from at one point you'd think they've gone completely mad. Maybe you've gone completely mad. Maybe this was all a dream and your brain is just trying to wake you up. Your legs were numb from the cold but you continued running, you couldn't stop, not now. You prayed that you'd just wake up in your warm bed. To your cozy home and familiar town. You ran through a particularly thorny bush, creating small cuts all over your arms. But you still continued even though all you wanted to do was lay down and hide somewhere until morning. Until you could see clearly and find a way back. You crane your neck trying to make out sounds over your laboured breathing and pounding heart. The blood rushing into your ears was making it difficult to hear anything noteworthy. Maybe you had lost them or maybe they thought you were too much trouble and had gone back but you were thankful nonetheless.

The trees start to thin and your heart feels like it'll force its way out of your chest. Were you approaching a road? A trail? It didn't matter your force to your legs to run faster. When you finally break through the treeline and onto the dark road you look around frantically. Cars!? Were there any cars nearby? You try to listen to the best of your ability as you calm down your breathing. Hot breaths condensing into the cold night. Your legs felt like jelly and standing up straight was proving to be a problem. You crouched down slightly, giving yourself a moment when you finally hear the smooth rumble of an engine. The light blinded you for a second when you saw the vehicle turn from the bend. You cover your eyes but stand off to the side so you don't get hit, waving your other hand like a mad woman hoping to get noticed. The lights get dipped and you get a better look as the truck slows to a stop.

The familiar black truck has your mind reeling. Your blood runs cold much colder than the air that was cutting blood circulation in your toes and fingers. You recognise the truck of your kidnappers. Fate seemed to be enjoying your torment. It wouldn't be putting you in such a predicament if she didn't. The car lights shine on you comically as if you're a criminal that just escaped prison. Before anyone could hop out you turn to run into the forest. It didn't matter how much your limbs hurt, you were going to escape!

You only get two steps in before you're grabbed by the back of your shirt. But you hadn't heard the doors open. Were they out in the forest waiting for you to slip up? Another pair of hands restrains your arms behind your back. You scream and claw trying to weaken their hold. Fighting tooth and nail trying to escape but you just weren't strong enough to rival the two holding you. Your hands were numb, much like the rest of you. You couldn't really feel if your blows were creating any impact.

You only see who grabbed you when you were pushed cheek down on the hood of the car. Soap had your arms twisted behind your back sporting a very deep scratch to his left cheek and many more on his arms that you had left before escaping. Ghost held your neck fully covered in his usual getup. It was firm but alot gentler than Soap. His gloves felt warm against the back of your neck. But you didn't let it placate you. You let out a huff of curse words and try kicking your legs backwards as the truck doors slam shut.

“Aye will ye give it a rest!”, Soap hold you tighter making you wince from the pain. He was clearly angry at you but was holding back for your sake. Wouldn't want to hurt their mate too badly now. You already didn't like them.

“Hands off”, you hear the clear rumble of the Captain's rugged drawl. Suddenly all the warm from your body disappeared, the two men had stepped back giving room to their Captain. Gently a hand ran down your back and spine causing you to shiver. You whine and place your face into your hands knowing you weren't going to escape tonight. You didn't want to look at them and you didn't want them looking at you. The fear and shame of failing was eating away at your insides. Not to mention the punishment that was coming when they finally bring you back to the cabin.

“It's ok luv, we've got you now”, it's Gaz's sweet voice that breaks the tension in the air as Price continues to rub your back gently trying to ground you. You wanted to collapse in on yourself to get as far away as possible as you could from these men. Gaz being the most deceptive of the four. He lured you in with sweet words and promises only to lock you up. You had trusted him when he said he'll get you home. That promise never came to be. How many days has it been now? Maybe weeks have gone by. You couldn't tell anymore the days have started bleeding in together. You wondered if anyone was looking for you.

“Let's get you back now shall we? We can figure out an appropriate punishment when you're safe and sound”, Price's voice vibrated through the silent forest where even the owls gave him authority over the night. You don't know why he was posing it as a question, it wasn't like they were going to listen to you. Your tears obscure your view as you're led to the back seats with Gaz and Soap. Soap stays silent holding one arm while Gaz coos and shushes you gently wiping away your tears holding you close, warming your cold body from being ill dressed in the elements. The truck starts the sound of the engine being the final nail in the coffin on your attempted escape.

- 23/11/2023

The leaves under your feet give a loud *crunch* as you stomp your feet through the familiar hiking trail. You come to a halt when the road breaks up into four different directions. You pick a path and start walking without much of a care. Your latest arguments with your parents had you fleeing to the comfort of the forest. You didn't understand why they wouldn't let you leave, you wanted more from life, more to experience, just more than this tiny town could offer you. You had finally gotten your dream job in the city after working tirelessly to improve your photography portfolio. You did all you could do to make sure you were always the best behaved child. You made it a point to do well in your studies and do your best to make your parents proud. You made sure to get a job a soon as it was legally allowed. You supported yourself throughout college even going as far as giving your parents money when you could spare it. Yet they still denied you their love and support when it came to things you wanted.

Your parents wanted you to stay close for their own convenience. They wanted you to stay to help them rather than pursue your dreams. They've been guilt tripping you since you graduated from college to not to leave town. That they needed your help with your younger siblings. That it was unfair and selfish of you after all they did to raise you into adulthood. That you would never make it in the city. That you wouldn't amount to anything without their help.

Leaves and twigs snap under your feet as you trudge through the rough terrain of the forest. Your anger and frustration carry you onwards despite your fatigue. Your camera in hand as you stop from time to time to take scenic photographs.

Time passes and the sun begins to dip in the sky, you suddenly come to a halt realizing that path you thought you were on now had turned into mud and grass. You quickly glance around trying to figure out what part of the forest you found yourself in. There was no trail in sight. Maybe you had steered off course when you were following that white rabbit. How long had you been walking for? You crane your neck to listen to try to hear some sounds of civilisation, cars, voices, dogs, anything to give you an indication that you haven't gone too far. But you were greeted with the wind rustling through the trees and some small birds chirping. You were too far in. The heavy feeling of dread settled in the pit of your stomach but you refused to let it consume you.

You glance at the sky. It was late afternoon, you knew the sun would be setting in a couple of hours. You wrack your head on what to do.

“Think! Think! What did I learn in scouts? Resources! What resources do i have?”

You pat your pockets to find anything useful. You grab your phone to turn it on again. You didn't have anything else on you except a warm jacket and your camera. Regret was simmering in the back of your mind as to why you stormed out like you did. Your breathing becomes labored as you try to prevent a panic attack. The screen loads up to show you you've missed several calls from your parents and a few from your siblings. Your bars are low so try to get to some higher ground to get a signal to call them back. You climb a tree leaving your camera on the ground nearby to get better reception but you could only manage one bar. You try calling a couple times before the call finally connects.

“Mom? Mom!, I'm in the forest. I think I'm lost. Mom?”, you try to speak but your mother's voice comes back broken and in a static state. She couldn't hear you. You try your best to communicate with the signal you had hoping she could piece together enough broken words to send help. You strain your arm up trying to get a better signal when your foot slips on a branch and you come tumbling down. The call cuts and you groan out in pain.

Your hands scrabble for your phone looking to see if it was damaged. The phone to your utter disbelief had landed on the boulder nearby and had shattered the screen to the point of it being unusable. You curse and shout in anger and frustration at your horrible luck.

You had stayed put after letting out your anger. Hoping that maybe your mom had understood enough to send help. The sun was getting low in the sky, you didn't have anything on you to build a fire or some sort of shelter so your best option was to conserve energy and wait to be rescued or try finding a trail in the morning. Not to mention the nasty bruises you were nursing now. You had tried looking around the vicinity to try to find a trail to follow after your phone broke but it just felt like you were going deeper as the fog got thicker the more you walked. So in the end you had to turn back. Not that it made much of a difference the fog was settling where you sat on a pile of leaves to protect yourself from the cold ground. It was doing very little from starving the cold from your ass though. The warm jacket you wore wasn't feeling so warm anymore as the heat of early autumn was disappearing with the setting sun.

You prayed someone would find you soon or pray that you lived to get back home on your own tomorrow. But with the way the icy wind was chilling you to your bones, you growing weary. Sitting in one place wasn't keeping you warm, you needed to keep moving to create some friction and get blood flowing again. So that's what you did. For the next 20 to 30 mins you jogged in the stop and did some jumping jacks to starve of the cold. And it worked until you tired yourself out and sat down again.

You kept your ears open to in hopeful delusion that you'd hear footsteps or maybe a group of campers in the distance that could help you. You waited and waited craning your neck when you heard the slightest snap of a twig or a whistle that sounded human. But maybe you were going crazy. Or maybe you were actually right and someone else was in the forest. You keep hearing distant whistling but it stops just as quickly as it starts, making you second guess yourself....You hear the whistle again! And again this time closer! You get up slowly, your legs numb from sitting. You steady your feet the best you can gathering your belongings as you follow the sound of the gentle tune. The sun was setting and you needed to hurry before it got dark.

You weren't paying attention to your surroundings even though you know you should. This was how you got lost in the first place. But in your cold and desperate mind you needed to find the source of the whistling before the night forest claimed you as its own. You stumble and trip as you make your way to the gentle humming that was resonating through the trees now. The fog got thicker and got harder to see but you continued on especially with the blanket of darkness looming closer. The trees seemed to be growing hands the longer you stayed in one spot so you had no choice but to keep moving. The whistling had stopped suddenly, making you panic as you stood still. Thinking your mind was playing tricks on you but then the humming started and you continued to follow the comforting sound. You couldn't find a direction to follow without it. It was difficult to see more than a couple feet from where you were standing with the fog so thick. You had tripped and fallen many times scraping and bruising yourself further. You probably looked a sight. At least your camera was ok. It was probably running low on charge though.

In the distance you saw the soft glow of fire? Or some sort of lamp, you didn't know and you didn't care. You continue to approach it. Light meant civilisation right? Someone lived here, you could ask them for help. With the distance you had trekked today you hadn't realised how sore you were especially now that the adrenaline had worn off and your tender muscles were screaming from the falls you endured. The ground underneath you evened out a little as you got closer and it became much easier to walk.

Finally you reached the clearing. And look up towards the large cabin in front of you. The fog surrounded it ominously but you didn't seem to care. Your mind wasn't functioning properly due to the cold. You beeline for the open fire once you see it. You glance around quickly to see if anyone was around but there wasn't. But meat was roasting on the fire as you fell to your knees trying to get blood flowing to your fingertips. You glance at the cabin when you warmed up enough, there was a single oil lantern on the entrance but the cabin itself was dark. As if no one was inside. But there was a truck parked up on the side. You've never seen this cabin before, was it always here? Or perhaps you've never come close to this section of the forest to really notice. The best option was to wait for whoever was cooking this meat you think to yourself. Guessing from the size of the freshly cut meat it might be for a small group. You hoped as much anyway; a group of friends enjoying a trip to a cabin. You sat near the fire staying warm salivating from the smell, you hadn't eaten anything since early morning today. It was beginning to take a toll on you.

The soft whistling started again from the edge of the forest where the trees dwarfed the cabin. You hastily get up to get away from the fire not wanting to come across as rude to your potential saviors. You stand there awkwardly waiting for someone to emerge from the tree line, rubbing your hands together while blowing on them. The heat in your lungs condenses into steam as you let out huffs of air. A figure emerges from the fog, someone tall wearing a red flannel shirt carrying wood and an ax. It's only when he gets closer do you notice does he sniff the air and stop dead in his tracks to look up. His coal eyes pierce you with great intensity. You stare back not really comprehending the situation. You wanted to say something, to let him know you weren't a threat, just someone who was lost and needed a little help. But your throat seized up and the chilly air freezing up in your lungs preventing you from speaking. The temperature took a dip despite you being near the fire. He took long measured steps towards you as you stood frozen and unable to look away or speak. Your mouth hung open trying to get words out but it felt like your muscles had stopped working. His eyes glowed orange from the fire as he got closer, his muscular body standing taller as he approached shoulders drawn back in a defensive stance. His dark skin looked radiant under the glow of the embers, his sweat shining on his exposed chest where two buttons were undone. You look down at your feet when your eyes locked with him for the briefest second. You don't think he appreciated you ogling his toned body. He crouches down, adding a few logs to the dwindling flames and tossed the rest and the ax to the side like it weighed nothing. He got up again and fixed you with a stare, posture still defensive. Waiting for you to say something.

“I'm lost”, the words finally left your mouth in a hurry not wanting to anger this man when you were hoping to receive his help. “I-I didn't m-mean to intrude, I-I just heard some whistling. And I t-thought maybe you c-could help me find my way back”, you stuttered a response even through your nerves as the man continued to stare for a bit, his eyes dissolving of hostility.

“What town are you from?”, he asks gently while rotating the meat.

“Milster”, you say softly hoping he'd know the way back.

“Night has fallen and the forest is covered in a thick fog. We won't be able to show you the road back until morning”, he explains gently while proding the meat.

“We?”

As if on cue you see two more well built men appear from the three lines just like the man in front had a few minutes ago. They were all 6 feet or taller by reference to your own height. The blond one, a head taller than his friend. It felt kinda intimidating that all of them were so fit. One had a knit mask over his face while the other was rocking a very questionable mohawk. Another man appears behind them with a very old fashioned beard but it suited him. He had a rugged charm about him and a friendly face to compliment it. They were all conversing while bringing in their hunt, not particularly paying attention to what was in front of them. The man roasting the meat goes over to where they were.

They came to a halt a few meters away from you. They all turn their head to bore their eyes into yours. You swear they glowed an amber hue for a second. You awkwardly shift your feet from side to side not knowing what to do. After they shared a couple hushed words they all came over towards the fire. The one with the mohawk came towards you while the others stayed on the other side of the burning wood, analyzing you but not in a hostile way. Almost as if they were viewing a small animal in the wild. Except for the mohawk, his eyes told another story.

He circled you like he was sizing up prey. A cold shiver made its way down your spine despite the heat from the rekindled fire. Your nerve endings were screaming at you to run or hide, muscles twitching in your legs trying to get you to move. He finally came in front of you again making direct eye contact. His ocean eyes transfixing you in your place. His boyish smirk exposed his overly sharp canines. It unnerves you completely. You shouldn't be here! You shouldn't have asked for help! But before you can backtrack and leave the area his deep Scottish accent rings out.

“Aw ah poor little bunny, lost are ye? Dinnae worry we'll help ye find yer way home."

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paperweight91 · 2 months

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We’ve been teasing and scheming all week, now it is time to announce our full AU. We’re All Monsters will be co-written by @krirebr and me! Kris will be handling our Vampires and I will be handling our Werewolves. But don’t worry that doesn’t mean they all won’t be meeting each other throughout this AU. As for how? Well you’ll just have to wait and see.

This will be building off of Kris’ Psycho Killer AU and will feature some of, if not all the CE characters we know and love.

We’ve outlined the reader pairings and nicknames below, we hope you’re as excited as we are to delve into the supernatural with us!

Andy Barber - Runner

Ari Levinson - Queenie

Curtis Everett & Jake Jensen - Angel

Frank Adler & Pete Brenner - Dove

James Mace - Sneak

Johnny Storm - Cutter

Lloyd Hansen - Snipe/Spitfire

Ransom Drysdale - Little Rabbit

Steve Rogers - Sunshine

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Bite the Hand / Phillip Grave

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summery the arrival of the shadow company and a request from the commander, phillip graves, causes her to question where her future lies.

werewolf!au / pairing phillip graves x female!reader / callsign frost / wc 2,036 / warning brief mentions of blood

notes it's finally here ladies and gents, the awaited phillip graves werewolf series. there'll be no use of y/n in the story, the reader is referred to as frost or lieutenant. the taglist is still open, so if you'd like to be added to it, let me know. and without further ado, enjoy the first chapter.

Iron. Sweat. Rust. Gunpowder. Blood. Lots of blood.

It coated the inside of her mouth as she bit down hard, slamming open a door trying to get out. Anywhere but inside the stuffy base that’s air was stale and thick with intrusion from the private military company that had seemingly infiltrated it. There’d been no warning, no announcement, they’d just arrived and word began to spread among her task force as to why they were there. Conflicting messages that left her dizzy and made her chest tighten with anxiety. If Frost’d been smart, she would have retreated into the safety of her room. But she was one anxious outburst away from shifting, and that would cause more troubles for her.

Outside was the best option, the base bordered a rocky pass of mountains; were she to phase unexpectedly, retreating into the wild was easy. There she could wait until the pain was bearable enough to phase back, maybe by then the Shadow Company would’ve left. She could suffer through whatever punishment her commanding officer would give for her disappearance. Frost just needed to get away. But even in the cold air, she couldn’t find solace from the scent. It clung like a parasite in her nostrils which flared as she turned in the direction, facing the wind.

Closing her eyes, she leaned against a stone wall, rubbing out the creases in her forehead. It was foolish to think she could avoid her own kind for the rest of her life, especially when she’d joined a career that tended to reek of werewolves. But it had never been to this degree, there were so many around the base now, so many conflicting scents that made her stomach tight with nausea. And what bothered her more was scent was the only way of detecting them, they truly were like shadows. They made little to no noise and lurked, shifting in and out of the darkness like a void.

Shifting again, her senses detect and alert her to light, slow steps approaching. With the wind against her, there wasn’t a scent so she fully turned, straightening her shoulders and growing alert to find who was approaching her. Quickly her eyes adjusted in the darkness and fell upon the commander of the Shadow Company, Phillip Graves.

“Sorry to startle ya, Lieutenant. I mean no harm.” The man put up his hands, trying to make himself less intimidating, but that was impossible with the rumors that surrounded him. Anyone who managed to lead a militant pack of werewolves naturally conjured fear. Especially to someone like her who didn’t belong to a pack or family line.

“Is there something I can do for you?” She knew she was easy prey, the runt of her father’s children. But she couldn’t imagine what interest Commander Graves would have in her. The direction of the wind changed, she could pick up his scent now, swallowing hard as she inhaled the smell of pine needs, the sweat on his skin, and an unfamiliar scent that clung to all the soldiers she’d passed by from the Shadow Company.

“No need to be so stiff Lieutenant. I’m just gettin’ a breath of fresh air. The downside of our lycanthropy.” Graves said, keeping his posture casual and unguarded, attempting to ease the tension. She cringed at his statement but nodded in agreement. There was a curiosity about the man who stood in front of her, who’d successfully built a militant company from the ground up, which had an impressive reputation. He clicked his tongue, kicking his feet into the dust before looking back up at her. “I’m curious to know something, Lieutenant, if I may ask?”

“Of course sir.” Hesitantly she responded, still standing alert even though he was showing himself to be not, at least to her, a threat.

“I’ve seen your record, it’s quite impressive.” Graves said watching as she uncomfortably shifted at the knowledge. “But I must admit, I’m intrigued by the fact that there seems to be no record of you ever shifting, to any degree, on the field. Most soldiers that are like us, hone the ability to partially phase. But you don’t seem to at all, if it weren’t for your smell, I would’ve never suspected you were a werewolf.”

“I have my reasons.” She all but snapped, recoiling quickly. Even if she didn’t like his questions or pressing, he was a higher-ranking soldier and all too friendly with her commanding officer. It was unwise for her to talk back to him in that tone.

To her relief, he didn’t seem to care. “I’m sure you do. There’d be a problem on our hands if you didn’t have a reason.” The sentence ended with a light chuckle, but she continued to frown at him, furrowing her brows. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Lieutenant?”

“Why does it matter?”

“It matters because I was hoping to offer you a place with the Shadow Company. You’ve got clear potential, anyone can see that. The officers here can see that. But you’d be better suited with your own, there’d be no reason to hide, no reason to keep taking the suppressants the military insists you take, and maybe you’d find some pride in your phasing and kind.” Graves finished, folding his arms and narrowing his gaze. “We both know the chances of getting further than your current rank are low. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life like this? Bein the inferior?”

“I’m not interested, Commander Graves. I’m fine where I am.” She knew his statement was true, very few of her kind made it past her rank. The rest were snuffed out like an old match that no longer served a purpose.

“If you ever change your mind,” His voice was cool, the demeanor shifting subtly enough to kick her body back into high alert. “I’m always recruiting.”

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The ringing in her ears had grown painfully loud, like a drill in her head as Frost gasped for air, panting like a rabid dog as she turned her radio on, hoping it hadn’t been destroyed in the chaos and rubble that’d pinned her down. Her instincts begged her to shift, to defend herself from more harm. But she ignored the pain in her legs, forcing herself to speak into the radio for help. “Delta 0-2 to operator, requesting backup and exfil for my team.”

The intel had been rotten, leading them into a dog fight against the enemy who’d blown their entire facility while her team had swept through. In the chaos, most of the radios had gone down, she’d been separated from team, and encased from the torso down in rubble, shrapnel barely missing her organs. She prayed silently that her message would go through, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she waited for a response.

The radio cracked to life, the operator speaking to her through the static. “Operator to Delta 0-2, the Shadow Company is following in on your location, stand by for evacuation.” The operator told her before the radio went dead.

The gun in her hand sat like a useless prop, she was defenseless and separated from her team. Through the ringing, she could hear their gunfire in the distance, and beyond that, the distinct piercing sound of howls. Closing her eyes, Frost tried to focus on her breathing, on keeping some sense of calm to not shift. But the closer the Shadow Company got, the harder it was, she could smell the adrenaline, the excitement in their voices, the thrill of a hunt and mission. Like a dog offered a bone.

She forced her eyes open as that same pine needle scent filled her senses, blocking out all the gunpowder and gore. And as much as she hated to admit it, Commander Graves’ arrival was a sweet relief.

“Hello Lieutenant, fancy meetin’ you here.” Frost rolls her eyes at the man and his Texas drawl. “You look like you could use some assistance.”

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” She asks as Graves whistles out. Almost immediately two Shadows appear on either side, making quick work to clear away the rubble. In awe, she watched, noticing the smallest shift in their appearance and structure. They by no means looked like the werewolf appearance she was used to, but they looked so human despite the oddities. It reminded her of her father, and his ability to phase, something she’d never been able to achieve despite him trying to force it upon her.

Frost shuddered as the last of it was removed from her legs, leaving the limbs numb and limp as she attempted to pull herself up. Despite the supernatural healing lycanthropy provided, Frost found herself back on the rough ground.

“Let me help you,” Graves says, offering his arm for support. He watched her hesitate, a grin crossing his face. “Worried I’ll bite?”

"Something like that.” But she knew better than to act stubborn in a time like that, so she hoisted herself to her feet with his arm, hand clasped around his gloved one. Being so close to him, and in the bright daylight, she got a better image of his face, the sandy brown hair and light stubble, blue eyes as deep as the sea, and a distinct scar on his face that resembled clawing. There was a story behind it, she was sure, the type of story most people would shy away from.

He stops behind a wall, listening to the chaos over the radio, surveying the area beyond. A frown slipped over his face. “Vance, Dipaolo, exfil’s getting rerouted north, there’s too much noise on these damn comms to get a clear message through, find Oz, spread the word to our men and the Marines.”

“Yup-yup.” The two soldiers disappeared quickly, leaving the two alone, and despite all the outer noise, the sound of her pounding heart in her battered ribs. She watched as they darted away like black spots in her vision before turning back to look at Graves.

“I will say, Commander, I’m impressed by your men. They’re making quick work of cleaning up my team’s mess.” She says, turning her attention to keeping herself steady, even with his arm securely wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her standing. Frost realized if it hadn’t been for the Shadow Company at the ready to sweep in and help, she would’ve been a deer in headlights in the position she’d been trapped in.

“That sounds like you’re reconsidering my prior offer, Lieutenant.” There’s a smug look on his face that she scowls back at. “You’d be able to test your limits.”

The Marines had been her escape, freedom, and a chance to see a new world. It had shaped her into the person she was, and its scars had covered the ones left by her father. But the offer was tempting, like forbidden fruit, a chance to free herself from the restrictions put in place by the government. A chance to see what she was capable of, with no person or thing to hold her back. A chance to find a world where she belonged. But was she willing to take the risk? To dive into the unknown with no return?

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“If you decide that the Marines aren’t worth your time anymore,” Graves pulls the patch off his shoulder while they sit in the dim interior of the black hawk, handing it over to her. “Give me a call.” Frost took a good look at the patch, tracing the embroidered motto with her thumb. “I don’t know if you’re being foolish or not, trying to convince me to join. For all you know, I could wreck your plans.” “Well, I’ve always been a bit of a gambler, Lieutenant. I enjoy a risk.” He chuckles, a sense of pride in his voice and a gleam in his eyes. Frost paused, realizing the dangers and uncharted territories Phillip Graves would lead her into. Gambling had never been her game, but there was always a chance at a winning hand.

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Chapter One cw/tw: mentions of food (coffee/breakfast) wc: 1.1k

It would be considered a miracle to get you up and out of bed before the break of noon. Why was it such a crime to enjoy sleeping through bright mornings, relishing in the feeling of the sun kissing your skin as it peeks through the curtains to help stir you from slumber.

Yet here you are, awake at exactly a quarter to 8am. The sun is barely peeking out from beyond the horizon and it should be illegal to be up this early. However, the loud, shrill ring of your phone’s alarm clock forces you out of your sweet dreams and a tired annoyed groan is pulled from your lips.

It’s so tempting. To just hit snooze and curl back up into the warmth of your blankets. And to be honest, that’s what you’re about to do before you hear a knock at your door. You let out another frustrated groan.

“Love, it’s time to wake up,” Your mothers voice is soft as she calls out. You turn to lie on your back and stare up at the ceiling, contemplating your life for a brief second before letting out a sigh. Reluctantly you get up, stretching out your arms before making your way towards the bathroom. One shower later and you feel a little more awake, but just barely as you pick out some clothes. A faded band t-shirt (that you couldn’t even tell who the artist was anymore) and a pair of jeans make up a simple outfit. Add on a comfy jacket and your favorite combat boots and you’re as ready as you’ll ever be.

You shake your messy hair in an attempt to tame the wild locks, but you give up after a few tries. The black nail polish on your fingertips is peeling but you can’t be bothered to redo them, instead waiting for it to completely fall off before you even consider painting them again.

Downstairs your mother is making breakfast, mostly for herself as you typically didn’t eat too much in the morning, especially this early. Instead you slide over to open the fridge, making some iced coffee to help you actually wake up. You add probably too much creamer, but that’s just how you like it as you eagerly caffeinate yourself. A content sigh leaves your lips as you sip the cool beverage and you can hear the sweet chuckle of your mother.

“Excited for classes?” She questions even though she knows how you feel. Her smile to you is warm and you don’t have it in your heart to say something snarky, so you just shrug.

“Do I really have to go?”

She gives you a knowing look, her kind smile still not leaving her face. “No, you don’t. But I’d really like it if you tried. College is a lot different from High School, I’m sure it’ll be better” You’re silent as you sip the drink between your hands, unsure what to say. You glance at the clock before grabbing your tote bag, downing the rest of your coffee.

“Mm, well I’m off then. I’ll try to make you proud, ok?”

You’re half way through the door before your mom is calling you back. You turn back around to face her and her hands move to cup your face.

“Hey, I just want to let you know that I’m already so proud of you. I know how reluctant you are. I know you struggled fitting in, in high school. Let this be a new opportunity for you. You’ll barely know anyone there, you can start over,” Her smile is sweet and you can’t help but wrap your arms around her, pulling her in close to you. You take in her usual lavender scent that calms your nerves, letting it wrap around you softly. There’s another emotion that tugs at your heart that you don’t want to address, so you push it down and ignore it as you usually do. So instead you pull away and give her the best smile that you can.

“I love you. I’ll see you after classes,” You say as you walk away, waving goodbye at the woman who’s standing in the doorway. She waves back fondly.

“Have fun!” And you know what? That’s exactly what you plan to do. ────── 〔✿〕──────

Meanwhile in another household not too far away, was, to put it lightly, a hot mess. It was a rather typical morning however for the larger pack. It certainly didn’t help that it was the first day of the college semester, and some of the boys were becoming freshmen. This left a certain leader a lot more stressed out than usual. Mingyu was in the kitchen, preparing what would practically be a feast for the wolves he called brothers. They would leave nothing uneaten that was placed on the table. He was one of the very few that was already dressed and ready for classes that day.

“Yah! Seungkwan, did you steal my shirt again?” A loud voice echoed throughout the house, vibrating against the walls.

“Are you kidding me? You’re the one who stole my underwear Soonyoung hyung!”

“I did not!! That was Chan,” “Do not pull me into one of your dumb fights hyungs,”

Seungcheol could feel a budding headache starting to form, pressing his fingers to his temple in an attempt to will it away. He watched as the two youngest ran into each other and the “problem” brothers (booseoksoon) were arguing over something stupid across the house. The eldest was desperately trying to help everyone else get ready and out of the house in what would hopefully be one piece. Despite everyone being in college now, none of them had their shit together. Maybe a few, but it didn’t make much of a difference in the chaotic household.

Jihoon, on the other hand, didn't bother to help. He was currently sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for breakfast to be ready as he messed around with his phone. Even with all the glares Seungcheol gave the smaller, he didn’t budge at all.

“Hey, Wonwoo. Where’s Jeonghan?” Seungcheol asked, watching the said boy walk down the stairs as he fiddled with the zipper of his jacket. The latter shrugged.

“I dunno. Probably should ask Joshua Hyung,” Wonwoo replied, joining Jihoon at the table. Another sigh left his lips. It felt like this morning might never end.

“Joshua! Where is Jeonghan?” He calls out in what he hopes is a steady calm tone.

“He’s still asleep. He won’t wake up,” The other replies from somewhere in the house. At this, Seungcheol wanted nothing more than to just go back to bed, curl up under the blankets and maybe cry at why his parents had left him alone with his twelve brothers. Once again, he’s looking over at Jihoon with pleading eyes. The other doesn’t even bother looking up. “Nope. Don’t look at me. I am NOT waking him up,”

Seungcheol came to a conclusion that morning. They were all useless

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #poly!seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fic #seventeen x yn #werewolf!au #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen angst #seventeen au #seventeen reactions

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mjolnirswriststrap · 28 days

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Silver Bullet

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,670 Masterlist

Summary: The best night of the year, Halloween, turns into a night you just want to forget. PART 1/4.

Warnings: werewolves, cheating, backstabbing best friend, Zemo is a whore, truly.

Red cloaks filled the crowd. This years Halloween parade theme being Dracula. Rob Zombie blared through speakers anchored to lampposts. You and your friends all wore matching costumes, collectively going as the wives of Dracula. It was a good excuse to wear the hottest outfits you could find. Most people paled their skin with white face paint, and molded little pieces of wax to their teeth.

Not you, you wore basically nothing for your costume. Each friend had a different color of fabric, that was loosely draped and cinched around your body. The best way to describe it would be a Greek toga, instead of linen it’s sheer silk, leaving nothing to the imagination. You all wore the same gold collar, a dragon etched on the front; curtesy of the blue bride, Miranda’s, 3D printer.

You didn’t plan on staying, you all agreed to be a part of the parade, once that was over, you were all headed to Zemo’s annual Halloween masquerade. You don’t think he particularly liked having hundreds of people flooding his property every year. But having the biggest house in town was a blessing and a curse. He hosted most festivities for your rather large population of teens and young adults.

You had a fascination with the bachelor. He inherited the mansion, land and money from his grandfather, skipping over his father completely. His family was prominent in the community, both of his parents having a chair at city hall. They volunteered at the food bank and donated to every shelter. Any sane person would think they deserved the money in a way. So why Zemo?

You made it to the party late, everyone leaving the house for the back yard. Zemo had the trees lighted and a dance floor built, always prepared for a celebration. Your friends ditched you as soon as you all got drinks, saying they were going to find their boyfriends. Leaving you to explore the surrounding woods alone.

You nearly drop your red solo cup when you see Zemo pressing Miranda against a tree, practically swallowing each others faces. Tears of betrayal sting your cheeks. She knew you had a crush on him, and she has a boyfriend anyways. You stalk away in anger, losing the trail but not caring. You found a tree far enough from the party that no one would hear your sobs.

You downed the cup filled halfway with vodka, a drop of orange juice for flavor. It dried your tears quickly, leaving your whole body warm. “Stupid.” You say, standing up and brushing the leaves off your dress. “Stupid for liking Zemo.”. You agreed whole heartedly with that. “Stupid for thinking Miranda was my friend.” That’s what hurt the most.

In the midst of your self hate you failed to notice a looming figure. “You’re not stupid.” You jolt, throwing the plastic cup in the direction of the stranger. “Sorry, you scared me.” You giggle, when you see it’s just a guy from the party wearing a phantom of the opera mask.

“It’s okay.” He reaches down and picks up the liter. “Gotta keep our forests clean.” He waves the red in the air. You give him a dry laugh. Men are scary and being alone in the woods with a stranger was causing every alarm in your brain to siren. But the vodka numbed your sense of fear.

“I should get going.” You say, turning and trying to step around the tree. Before you could, the stranger steps closer. “Should you?” He says deeply. He’s close enough now that you can see his piercing blue eyes behind the mask. They render you speechless, the way the moonlight shone off them, put you in a trance. You shake your head, too focused to verbally answer him.

“See, you’re not so stupid after all.” He teases. You have no reaction. His words didn’t fill you with pride or embarrassment. Your veins filled with the distinct warmth of feeling safe. You don’t know where it came from, your body was irrationally reacting to him. You should be shaking with fear and trying to get back to the party, not calmly standing here waiting for something to happen.

It felt like you were locked inside a body that wasn’t yours. It was being controlled by some outside force. You let him reach for you, never flinching away. Your body produced goosebumps where his fingertips grazed your skin. “You’re so beautiful. I’d hate to ruin that.” You nod your head, not even thinking of a single way he could ruin your beauty. Your mind was blank, you couldn’t even say thank you.

“Promise me you won’t resist, once it happens.” You knew nothing of what he spoke, but again you feel your neck bow to him, nodding in agreement. The masked man looks up at the moon, reveling in its fullness. “Are you prepared for no return?” You agree with a nod, now you know you were fully possessed by something. His words should send you running, but a small voice in the back of your head says you would never.

He steps closer again, grabbing fistfuls of your gown, cinched at your waist. “You have to say it. Say I have permission.” His voice was desperate and darker than before. You try to find the words but the influence he had on you was slowly fading, the way he started pressing you against the tree brought you back to your senses. He holds your hips in place as he nuzzles his face into your neck, taking a long deep breath.

The stubble on his chin tickled you and you had to remind yourself yet again that this is a masked stranger in the woods. Even though your senses were coming back, the way his hands lit a fire inside of you was enough to make you not care. That fire pooled lower and lower the closer he got to you. He smelled like a mix of musk and pine. You couldn’t tell if it was him or the trees surrounding you. But it made your mouth water, filling you with a want to taste his skin, just to be sure.

He raises his hand to cradle your cheek, “Please.”. He caught your eyes again, boring into them with an assured look. He focuses on your lips “Just say the words.”.

“I give you permission.” You say them without thinking of the consequences. He sealed your fate by closing the gap between your faces. Pressing his lips to yours. You moved your lips in sync with his, using your free will to wrap your arms around his neck. Before it could go any further the man disappeared. You felt him pull away, when your eyes opened to see why, he was already gone. You searched the surrounding woods with your eyes, there was no sign of him.

You grab your head, wondering if you drunkenly hallucinated. The moisture on your mouth and in your underwear was foolproof evidence that it really just happened. But you still began to question its validity.

You hear a twig snap somewhere near you, in hopes that it was the magnetic stranger you followed it, rounding an old fallen tree you spot a black dog. It was rather large in stature, must be a purebred if it’s that big. You knew an expensive dog wouldn’t be wandering the woods collarless. And you couldn’t remember if Zemo ever mentioned having any pets.

You stepped closer, never fearing animals. You loved dogs, you had a few of your own at your parents house. “Here boy.” You kneel down, reaching out your hand. It finally gives you its attention. Immediately showing his sharp canines, snarling loudly. “Oop.” You stand up and slowly back away, knowing the signs of an agitated dog.

When your view of it is blocked by the tree you turn around and sprint away. Not wanting to receive a rabies shot on Halloween night. You see the lighted trees nearing. That’s when you heard it, rhythmic thumbing coming from behind you. When you turn around you let out a scream, the dog is already pouncing on you, knocking you to the ground. You tray to scramble away. You see people’s feet running towards your screams.

The dog latches its mouth onto your leg, when you try to rip it away it only sinks its teeth deeper. You see Zemo come to your aid with a pool cleaner net, swinging it at the dog. “Get away.” He shouts, he ends up cracking the dog on top of his head with the plastic pole. It yelped, causing your leg to fall out of his mouth. He ran for cover, disappearing into the woods. Zemo drops to his knees beside you, shedding his jacket to wrap it around your bleeding leg.

“Are you okay?” Your eyes full with tears, embarrassment was an understatement. You didn’t want to face Zemo or Miranda. You didn’t want to see all the party goers pity filled faces either. You stood up, sucking a breath between your teeth at the pain. You limped past everyone giving eachother confused glances. Ignoring Zemo and Miranda’s fake concern.

You called your dad, sitting on the curb infront of the house. He rushed you to urgent care, spending the rest of the night with you in the waiting room. You were fine in the morning, a shot and a round of antibiotics set you on your way to recovering. You took ibuprofen for the pain. You called off of work for the rest of the week, needing to stay off your feet.

When you returned the next Monday, your boss told you there was a new bus boy. You waited tables all day before you finally saw him. Clocking in and disappearing to wash dishes. He was cute, dark brown hair and light stubble. He didn’t introduce himself to you or Mary, the other waitress, odd. But you had a feeling the little diner would grow on him eventually.

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batwynn · 2 months

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Wolf Stede and Mer Ed switch as requested!

#Our Flag Means Death #OFMD #ofmd s2 #OFMD au #black bonnet #gentlebeard #mer!au #werewolf!au #art request

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tafferling · 1 month

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Dying Light: The Lone Wolf of Harran and The Child Screwed By The Narrative

You know what one of the worst feelings ever is? Futility. The Fucked if you do, Fucked if you don’t kinda shit. It haunts Kyle Crane, especially with how his favorite Earth got shafted beyond recognition despite his very best efforts to keep it safe. But c'mon. He's just one dude, slash, wolf. What did he expect? And now? Now, three years into Earth's Fall, he's just tired. Tired and fed up. Until one day, Kyle finds himself taunted back into the grinding wheel named destiny and set to challenge the fate of a child named Aiden Caldwell, whose life (or death, or something in-between) might make slobbering zombies seem downright pleasant.

The first chapter is up on Ao3! And if you wanna read the first one in this little werewolf!AU series, The Lone Wolf of Harran is thadaway.

Read it here.

#Dying Light #Dying Light 2 #Kyle Crane #Aiden Caldwell #Werewolves #Werewolf!AU #The Lone Wolf of Harran #Chapter Updates

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rec-review8890 · 2 years

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JK | Wolf x Wolf! RECs

All Recs are Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader.

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble ,

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite

Request Guidelines | Fic Rec ML

NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work.

Title: Mate 💦🐑💜📝

Author: @7deadlysinsfics

Summary: 9 parts. Alpha!jk x Omega!reader.

↳ "Jungkook knew in his soul from the moment your eyes met his in the forest that you were his mate, that he was meant to protect you at any cost. You’d been through hell while escaping a place that had treated you horribly since your childhood, and it was strange how calm you felt in his presence when you found yourself in an unfamiliar place with a stranger. Something inside of you told you to trust him."

Title: Claws of Carnality 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @jjungkooksthighs

Summary: Ongoing. Alpha!jk x Omega!reader.

↳ "For years, you’d had to watch every omega you knew present and subsequently pair with their destined mates. Lonely without your own, you yearningly wish that your purebred omegean genes weren’t the source of your late bloom. Then, during one particular eclipse, you dream. It is one unlike anything you’ve ever had before and at its root is him, who is sin incarnate. After begging for him to find you, will he claim you as his own?"

Title: Rabid: The Beginning 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @bonny-kookoo

Summary: Ongoing. Alpha!jk x Omega!reader. Prologue Series to authors one-shot Rabid

↳ "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. But for Jungkook, who spots his mate at an annual werewolf festival, this might be not all that accurate; because your absence makes his heart feel nothing- it only makes him hurt."

Title: Suddenly 💦🗒

Author: @kookiecrumb

Summary: Alpha!jk x Omega!reader.

↳ The Request: "Omega!reader and Alpha!jungkook and they are both in heat. It happens while he is out and she is at home? Breeding Kink?"

Title: Of Rain & Lilacs 🐑👊📝

Author: @blancetude

Summary: Ongoing. Alpha!jk x Omega!Chubby!reader.

↳ "When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings."

#jk #jungkook #bts jk #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #wolf x wolf #alpha!jungkook x omega!reader #alpha!jungkook #wolf!jungkook #werewolf!au #supernatural!au #fic recs #bts fics #Love this au so much #wolf!jungkook x wolf!reader

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government-assigned-riku-kinnie · 8 months

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Sketch dump of some Organization Wolfteen!

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh fanart #kingdom hearts fanart #fanart #saïx #isa #saïx/isa #xemnas #axel #lea #axel/lea #axel kh #axel kingdom hearts #organization xiii #werewolf!au

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writersrealmbts · 8 months

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Harvest Moon 2

Description: Werewolf!Taehyung x Reader: You've lived with Taehyung and his pack for about a month, putting down roots and enjoying every moment with him along the way.

Posted: 09/06/2023

Tags: Werewolves, Werewolf!Taehyung, werewolf everybody but reader

Wordcount: 3,800

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Originally posted by taebae-btsv

You caught a glimpse of silvery fur and braced yourself for the inevitable pounce from your future mate's best friend.

Jimin knocked you fairly gently to the ground with a happy bark.

"Hi, Jimin, I'm assuming Tae isn't far behind. What will he think when he sees you pinning his mate to the ground?" You asked dryly.

His tail stopped wagging.

Too late.

Tae bowled him over with a growl, and they started wrestling loudly.

You went back to planting the garlic bulbs for overwintering. Back home, you'd only plant a few garlic, not going through too much yourself. But now that you lived with Taehyung's pack, they'd impressed upon you the importance of growing lots of garlic when you were neighbors with vampires.

Continue reading on A03

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#werewolf!taehyung #reader x taehyung #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #werewolf!au #halloween story madness #bts #bts fic #kim namjoon #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #Jung HoSeok #werewolf au

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thiswasinevitable-rwrb · 2 months

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A post went around talking about werewolves being the ones who are most likely to be aristocratic, rich, etc. so ~ Werewolf!Henry

Rich family with several properties for full moon runs.

Excellent sense of smell.

New money vampire!Alex who can't stand self-privileged wolves, wants to raise vampires out of the gutters of gothic novels, and can't understand why he doesn't mind when a specific wolf knows his perfume every time they meet.

#i'm watching interview with the vampire #i will make it everyone's problem #vampire!au #werewolf!au #werewolf!henry #vampire!alex #firstprince #red white & royal blue #rwrb #red white and royal blue

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ethereal-night-fairy · 11 days

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you know what i'm here for😏😏😏

asking for crumbs on Silver Tongues Like Bullets because that delicious fic haunts my mind✨✨✨✨✨

Thanks for asking boo! 💋 Enjoy a little snippet of the start of the next chapter.

“Darling! Please listen! We aren't trying to hurt you!”, safe to say you don't listen as you circle the sofa for the umpt time in the last two minutes. You're vibrating with fear, they've just finished whatever they were doing in that spare room of theirs. Your forever prison, if they get you in there. You've been tightroping on a knife's edge for the last four days, making sure they don't get their hands on you for any reason! You weren't going to let all your hard work go to waste! You watch them circle around you like you're prey while you try to find any sliver of a chance of escape from your predicament. “Look, we know this situation isn't ideal but we promise it isn't forever.”, you watch Price put his hands up in surrender. Trying his best to look non threatening while Ghost moves to watch everything unfold from the comfort of the far wall. As if you'd believe that. Not after everything they've done. You send a particularly nasty glare towards Ghost while thinking that. Price stays back while the younger two of the four men decide to close in on you. But the second they move you bolt.

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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years

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The Itch

Summary: Walter goes through a change.

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 600

Warnings: Non-Con, dark, smut, breeding, bondage, cream pie, biting, discussion of body fluids, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex.

Authors Note: Okay, this Drabble is not like my regular fics. This was a palate cleanser for me: a little change of pace, tone and subject (and character!). I had written a couple of paragraphs of this months ago and saw it in my drafts and thought, why not? It is what it is.

Thanks to @henryobsessed for beta reading and corrections.

Dividers made by me.

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He may be the alpha. He may bow to no one. He may rule them all.

But you rule him.

You know it instinctively.

You know it by the way he fights as his wolf takes over. The way he mumbles his apologies as he tears the clothes from your body and the tender way he handles you as he ties you to the bed. You know it by the way he nuzzles at your neck and the scent he gives off as he examines your body. You know it by the way he whimpers when he catches the first scent of your arousal, and by the way he gnars when you twist against your bound wrists and ankles.

He’s between your legs, lapping at you, drinking from you, imbibing your humiliating desire for him.

He growls, caws, and grunts as he gives you his all, trying to win you over. He wants you to relent, for you to allow him to come to you freely like you once had.

His breath is hot and humid, his tongue rough and wet. His bites are gentle nibbles and he pushes you to the brink. You screech and he brays, grinning and watching with delight as he makes you shatter.

“Walter, please,” you implore, “Stop.”

He climbs you over you, shaking his head, his lust cannot wait, though you see the shame in his eyes.

“Need,” he rumbles.

He knows what he is, he knows what you think of him as he takes you like this. But he can’t stop the urges, the ancient itch that scratches without cessation at what is left of his mind.

He fills you, tears you, stretches you, around his brutal girth, howling with rapture as your bodies fuse.

He’s so gone, so swept away in the moment that he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. You feel it between your legs and you tighten around him. You wail, crying his name as you implore him to stop. But Walter isn’t there anymore, his blue eyes are now a vacant black as he begins to rut.

Barbaric, primitive, and feral is his mating, as if his goal is to rip you apart. You had thought you’d be used to it by now, this monthly cycle, he had assured you you would be.

He clings to you, wrapping his arms around you, licking at your neck as if he is your lover not your violator.

He feels the moment you yield, the moment you submit to him and your lamentation becomes supplication. Your hips drive to meet his, your hands grasp at the ropes pulling on them for purchase instead of escape.

He howls as you tighten around him, watches your face as your control shatters. He follows you into ecstasy. With a deep and guttural garr, he releases his seed deep within you.

He holds you when he’s done, licking at your wounds, murmuring his love, seeking forgiveness.

He stays buried within your core for as long as he can, keeping his offering inside. When he falls out he spreads your legs wider, reverently gathering his leaking emission on his finger and restores it to its rightful place.

He wants to breed, and inexplicably at this moment you want it too. You don’t fight as he lays an arm across your belly keeping you still, keeping his potential for offspring alive.

You don’t know how long he waits, how long he takes to recover, but you aren’t surprised when you feel his tongue on you again, lapping at your centre, driving you again to your peak. It doesn’t take long, you come again, and you feel him hard at your centre. As he breaches your defences again, you wonder how many times he will do this, and you find you never ever want it to stop.

#walter marshall #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #walter marshall smut #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #werewolf!walter marshall #werewolf!au #dark!walter

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