A/N: Follow up to The Hunt. Entirely written on my phone.
A/N2: Reader is big, tall and female.
Warnings: Implied smut, Implied violence, Self-deprecation, Stalking. Please let me know if I missed any.
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It feels like you've been on edge the entire week. Like you're being stalked, but every time you look, there's no one there. Figuring you could use a break you decide to eat at your favorite place for dinner. You're sitting in a booth at the pub, reading a book and eating some dinner when a man you don't know sits across from you.
"Damn you're cute," he says.
"No I'm not. And I really don't appreciate lying."
He gives you a confused look, "what do you mean?"
"I am, objectively speaking, unattractive. The way you said I was cute indicates a feeling of attraction and, let's be honest, that's not possible."
"You don't even know me but you really think I'm that shallow?"
"Look, it's not your fault society dictates attractiveness. Maybe it's just not something you ever had to deal with because you are very much an ideal. You've got beautiful eyes, a physique that is tall, muscular and healthy. And it just makes me wonder what's wrong with you that you're not already taken and you're slumming it with someone like me."
"Slumming it?" he asks incredulously.
"Yes," you nod. "All my curves are disproportionate to each other, too much here, too little there. I've got chin hairs and regularly get acne. My eyes are, at best, normal and boring. And let's not even get started on my hair. It's also a fact that men do not care for women as tall or taller than them. I am, objectively, physically unattractive. So when you call me cute, I have to believe you're lying."
"You are very weird," he shakes his head.
"I am," you agree. "Then again, you're the one who interrupted my dinner."
"Just trying to give you a compliment," he groans as he gets up.
"And all you accomplished was interrupting my reading."
You pick your book back up and pretend to read. Your eyes follow him as he heads back to his buddies. Your suspicions are confirmed when you see him hand some cash over to one of his buddies.
It's not the first time bets have been placed at your expense and it won't be the last. It's always a game of getting the ugly girl's hopes up. String her along and then break her heart while leaving her with the tab.
Maybe you'd have been nicer about it if you hadn't been so on edge lately.
Across the bar you don't notice Kraven watching you. It took all of his strength to not step in and punch the bastard so hard he'd never breathe right again. And when you kept talking down about yourself he quietly growled with rage. When you're his mate, he'll make sure you never feel less than gorgeous.
And you will be his mate. He's been following you, trying to find flaws, reasons to walk away, but he can't. You've picked up on him following you, indicating an alertness beyond most humans. Despite obviously being upset, you still helped anyone and everyone at the library without them even guessing you weren't feeling well, indicating your suitability for raising offspring.
And when you tried to release some of that stress in the privacy of your apartment? He breathed in the scent the next day when he broke into your apartment. It was all over your panties that now reside near his bed. It isn't quite "bitch-in-heat" but it still gets him going.
Soon he'll have everything needed for your new home. He's determined to show his quality as a mate, as a provider, by building you a dream den. It'll have everything you've ever wanted and needed. Perfect for raising your children.
The only thing you might not like is his rule about no outside contact. At least not until you're fully his. But he's sure it won't take long. You're incredibly smart, kind and you'll know it's meant to be.
But first, he's going to follow those assholes who messed with you and make sure they never do so again.
Warnings: Kidnapping, Stalking, Talk of breeding. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is big & tall female.
A/N2: written entirely on my phone. Apologies in advance for errors.
Summary: Kraven's hunt gets distracted by you.
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Kraven prides himself on dedication to his work. His ability to lock in on a target and pursue them to the end sets him apart. Among other things, of course.
So imagine his surprise when a new scent throws him off track. It's not a perfume or cologne, no. This is natural and sweet in a way that makes him hungry for something other than food. He tries to go back to his target, he has a job to complete and the city makes it easy for prey to escape. But that scent is maddening. If he's to catch his true target he has to remove the source of his distraction.
He follows the scent further than he expected. For such a distraction he'd thought it would be closer to his first location. It led him to a public library. A small growl escaped him as he thought of stalking the source of the scent through the bookshelves.
Kraven shakes his head. He's not used to losing control like that. At least not in a crowded city. He steels himself and steps inside.
The strength of the scent makes him think it's an employee or at least a regular visitor. It's practically embedded into the place. He wants to go straight to the source but he knows it would be wise to go at this in a more indirect way. Stalk the prey, find its weaknesses before it even knows it's in danger.
That's when he spots you working at the reference desk. All his instincts tell him you're the source. More than that, you're his mate. Kraven knows some animals mate for life but even he never understood the mechanism behind that connection. Well, until now at least.
You get up to go on your lunch break and Kraven's eyes widen a little when he sees your physique. The animal side of him is saying you're perfect for bearing tall, strong children that will survive the wild. The human side of him isn't helping, pointing out that working a job like this means you're intelligent and patient. All of him is in agreement, you'd be a perfect mate.
At that moment you feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise and you turn to try to spot the danger. Kraven quickly hides behind some shelves.
Warnings: Coercion, Dub/noncon, Kidnapping, Mild violence, Smut, Stalking. Please let me know if I missed any.
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Leaving the library for the night has you more on edge than usual. This morning your car wouldn't start so you have to take the bus, walking to the nearest stop as the sky is getting dark.
The feeling of being followed had come and gone several times over the past few months. Most likely it was your generalized anxiety disorder. But part of you can't fully shake the idea that you're being hunted.
Maybe you should get an Uber or Lyft to take you home but the bus, with other people to witness if something happens, feels like the safer option. Doesn't hurt that it's more affordable as well.
The bus stop is already occupied by someone. A tall man with dark messy hair and a beard. He seems distracted by a book and you're not about to change that. Instead you keep checking your phone for the time, trying to wait patiently for the bus.
"Um, извините? Excuse me?"
The man who had been reading was slowly walking towards you, holding his hands to indicate he meant no harm. He's quite handsome and, if you weren't so on edge, you might smile and look forward to talking to him. As it is, the librarian in you can't turn down someone who looks like he needs help.
"Y-yes?"
"Спасибо," he sighs, seemingly relieved as he brings his palms together in a gesture of thanks. "Я не---I mean...I don't know if...if this is right авто---right bus?"
"Oh, which one are you looking for?" The man's accent is strong and your heart softens. You can't imagine the difficulties of being lost and unable to speak a language you're not fluent in.
"двад---Twenty?" he asks, his face etched with helplessness.
"Do you have a, um, a..." your hands mimic the opening and closing of a book.
His eyes widen in understanding and he pulls the bus schedule out of his jacket pocket. He opens it up and you lean in just close enough to get a better look at it.
That's when you feel a pinch at your neck and the world goes black.
Your sleep is restless. You keep dreaming of wild animals, of your body being on fire. Yellow-orange eyes staring at you.
When you do wake up, you're not sure if you're still dreaming or not. You're naked and everything around you has this feeling of skewed familiarity. Nothing is what you know of your apartment, but everything looks like things you would have, color choices you would make.
The urge to explore gets quashed by the pain in your body. Like the room, the pain feels familiar but different. It feels needy? Your brain latches on to that word. Your body is burning, like when you're painfully horny, can't find release, but far more intense.
What is happening to me? you think, still wondering if you're in a dream.
"Glad you're awake." Looking to the source of the voice you see the man from the bus stop. He's shirtless and your mouth waters at the sight. "Do you like the place? I made it just for you."
"Who...who are you?"
As he moves closer your body starts to burn even more. It's like he's the only conduit for your release and your body is begging for him. Your brain can't stop thinking about getting railed by him. He places a hand on your cheek and you lean into it, whimpering at the temporary relief his touch provides.
"I am Sergei," he coos. "And we are mates."
"M-m-mates?"
"You can feel it, can't you? I sensed you and my entire being knew you were to be mine. I gave you a small dose of the drug that made me what I am, it'll make it easier for you to carry our cubs."
"C-cubs?"
Sergei leans down and gives you a gentle kiss that has you aching for more.
"That is what mates do, my Lioness. Can you tell me you don't want me to fuck you full of them?"
You let out a lascivious moan at the thought of being filled by him. A small part of your brain knows this is wrong, that you shouldn't want him. But the animal he's awoken in you is hungry, needy.
Without thinking, you grab the back of his head and pull him down for another kiss. It's fierce, wild, sloppy.
Sergei moves to lay on top of you but you surprise him by rolling, forcing him onto his back as you settle on top of him. Your hips are moving, pussy grinding against his clothed crotch.
"Fuck, that's it," he growls. "Let me take my pants off."
"Not yet," you snarl back at him. "Not until I get some relief."
You meet each other's eyes in a contest of wills but you don't back down. He moves his own hips in time with yours and you break as your head lolls from the pleasure.
Sergei takes the opportunity and rolls you onto your back, his body pinning yours down. His mouth is on your neck, biting and sucking on the skin. His hand goes between your bodies to undo the button on his pants.
It's a struggle because you're scratching up his back and trying to push him so that you can be on top again. He tries growling at you to behave but you respond with a snarl and pull his head back by his hair before giving another frenzied kiss. It catches him off guard and he's pushed onto his back again.
You break the kiss and crawl down his body, eyes never leaving his. You pull his pants and shorts off of him and smirk at the fact he's fully erect.
Sergei pushes himself up from the bed and tries to force you beneath him again. The two of you are a mess of growls, bites, scratches as you struggle for dominance.
When he pushes his cock inside your dripping pussy, you both keen in pleasure. The struggle for dominance continues, but it's less fierce as you're both caught up in how good, how natural it feels to be connected like this.
You cum with a scream and Sergei moves you into a mating press position.
"Going to fill you up," he growls as he continues pumping his cock into you. "You're going to have my cubs, like a good mate." Your pussy pulses around him as you lift your hips to accept his seed and cums with a roar.
Tears stream from your eyes as you catch your breath. He kisses your temple. "My mate. Forever."
