Could I get Mr. Wolf x reader where he gets pet and praised and can’t stop himself from humping reader’s boot, cumming in his pants and getting all shy about it after? I love him so terribly
anon sent this ask and I instantly got busy as hell 😭 didn't forget tho, it is a tad short/basic (sorry, i normally write more than this but I didn't wanna wait any longer)
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Mr. Wolf was clingy tonight.
It’s not like he was normally aloof or a loner or anything. It’s just that tonight he was more touchy, and he didn’t want to leave your side. While you two were laying on the couch he actually whined when you got up to use the bathroom.
Now you were both on the couch watching tv, Wolf’s head on your shoulder with him leaning onto you. You’d just gotten back in from quickly grabbing the mail from the first floor of your apartment building, so you hadn’t taken off your (somewhat) clean, black boots.
Wolf’s head dropped down, now his back was more so on your thigh, head resting towards the inside of your legs and turned towards you. He pushed his nose into your stomach, looking up at you with sad puppy dog eyes. He never pulled that card, something was up.
Your hand drifted down to his head, ruffling the grey fur on the top of his head, starting to run your fingers through his fur and scratching some parts. You heard a light patting of something against the couch to your right, just where his tail would be. He looked into your stomach like it was buried treasure, breathing now a little more labored. You brought the other leg that wasn’t being pinned down by the wolf up, boot now just above his head.
“Who’s a good boy,” you cooed, emphasizing the last word. Mr. Wolf didn’t respond, just flashing back a dopey, bliss-filled grin at you.
He then, suddenly and gently, grabbed onto your leg and pulled it over to him, now in between you and his paws, foot closer to his crotch. You continued to scratch his head as you felt something press into your shoe, pushing in a bit.
You probably shouldn’t have been surprised to see that Wolf was fully hard, the bulge in his pants right up against your boot.
You snorted, “you excited?” At this point you were talking like you would to a child, somewhat condescending, but Mr Wolf didn’t seem like he cared,
Wolf suddenly bucked his crotch up against your boot, a small whine escaping his throat. He brought himself back down before going back up, and down again. You suddenly realized what was going on.
“Ohh… such a good boy,” you purred, the end of your sentence punctuated from a thrust against your boot, the leather rubbing against his clothed dick giving (what you hoped was) great friction.
You decided to help him out a bit, pressing your foot closer to his crotch. This got a moan out of him this time, Wolf bringing both paws to your boot to straddle it closer. He squirmed on your leg, back starting to rise and arch into the air. The air felt warmer to you, at least, with the pressure of watching your loving boyfriend lose it on your boot of all things.
Throughout all of this you’d kept your hand on his head, petting and threading your fingers through his fluffy, grey fur. Wolf leaned into the touch, still thrusting against you, but now his neck was outstretched to rub his head against your hand.
“You’re adorable, y’know that?” you ask, cocking your head to the side, the thumping of his tail and the rustling of your boot the only other noise in the room. Mr Wolf’s eyes almost glossed over, he started panting as he rutted into you faster. You could feel the breath on your leg get faster and warmer, he was getting more and more riled up.
All of a sudden he loudly groaned, paws strengthening their grip onto you with the damp fabric of his pants slipping against your boot. Wolf’s dick physically pulsed against you. You scratched behind his ears a little rougher than you’d been petting him so far.
It took a moment, but his release finally subsided. You looked and saw the entire 3-4 inch radius around his now half-hard dick was darkened and damp. How the side of your boot now looked like it had been dampened with rain was only visible when he pulled his paws away from your leg, smal strands of cum that had oozed through his pants breaking between the two of you.
He did a double take, focused his vision onto your shoe, and flattened his ears. “Oh, shit- I’m sorry. I dunno what just happened- I”
“Hey, it’s fine, Wolfie”. You scratched the back of his neck in the spot that instantly melted him every time. It worked, the wolf going slack on top of you. You brought a hand to his chin, pulling his gaze up to yours. “Even if i was mad, you were adorable like that.”
Mr. Wolf smiled as his gaze dropped down to your torso again, “I, uh… thanks. Still awkward, ‘never done that before.”
You just laughed, content to sit in the silence between you two.
Pairing: Mr. Wolf x Fem!Reader (Stablished relationship)
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 5731
Warnings: Rough sex, mild language, bitting, scratch,ing knotting, praise kink, male!dom, fem!sub, first person POV.
Sinopsys: During a mission gone wrong, Mr. Wolf goes on a wild frenzy and ends up hurting his girlfriend. Out of guilt, he isolates himself in a dirty apartment, all the while his sweetheart is determined to prove he has nothing to feel Sorry for.
Since the Night Howlers' incident, Wolf refused to come out of his room. He also refused to let anyone else in, except for Snake, and he refused, above all else, to see me- And that stung far more than the bite mark shaped like his teeth in my forearm as I applied the flower scented infection cream.
Three months ago Diane came with a mission for us. It was simple at first: find a couple of missing citizens. But soon the conspiracy web spiraled so further down that mind controlled guinea pigs and a butt shaped meteorite sounded sane in the same sentence.
Those people were targets of a cult- The Naturalists, they called themselves. They believed that the root of suffering came from the modern world. A normal group with this belief might have organized a hike or camping trip but, crazy bastards that they were, thought themselves justified to take people off the streets and inject them with a brain altering drug: The Night Howlers.
That cursed little purple capsule was the reason my boyfriend refused to see me, even after two weeks of the case closed.
During a chase he was shot with the substance. Even now my stomach ran cold when I remembered the look in his eyes- Desperate at first, and then feral mindlessness. He chased me prey, my heart pounded in my ears, all my blood going to my legs telling me to run, run, run. It was still a blurry memory, the way his fangs buried on my skin. It was sheer luck that saved me that day, and I dreaded imagining the other outcome. But whatever horrors my mind came up with, I knew Wolf's was much worse, leaving him to rot in his little den of misery.
With a heavy sigh, I put on my clothes and marched out of the apartment, standing in front of Wolf's door yet again.
“Moe?” I knocked and waited for a response that never came.
This everlasting silence would drive me mad.
“I know you can't- won't see me right now, but could you at least say something so I know you're not dead and rotting on the other side of that damn door?”
My words were harsh, I knew, and the corridor echoes made sure to slap me in the face with them. For his sake I kept those words in. I knew he was suffering, I tried to be patient, but the sting with each day of deathly silence left a bitter taste in my mouth and I had to let it out before it made me sick.
“I'm getting tired of this- I know you feel bad for what happened, but I swear, I'd rather get bitten again than for you to play dead. Please…”
I was certain my plea would fall on deaf ears until the door locks creaked. My heart was beating in my ears like drums, my eyes burnt from not blinking. The door opened to reveal a dark room, cold and smelling like an old pantry. Snake stood on the other side, looking at me with a frown deeper than normal. He was much better at hiding his worry than me.
“Go easy on him,” He said, slipping out of the door and holding it open.
“Is it too bad?” I whispered.
“Would be easier if he wasn't such a drama queen.”
I forced out a chuckle.
“Thanks.”
“Don't mention it, just… Get him out of that damn apartment.”
A difficult mission, one I didn't know if I was up to, yet had to grab this precious small chance.
I walked into Wolf's apartment and closed the door behind me.
Some people prefer winter nights over nice summer days, but the state of his apartment was absurd. I adjusted my sleeves to cover my hands as the AC turned a city apart into a tundra, its blue glowing numbers being the only light source letting me see broad shapes. Wolf sat in the corner of the couch, wrapped around an old blanket with his face hidden in it. How much time did he spent day after day like this?
One of many food packages scrunching under my foot as I made my way towards him. His ears perked up for a second before laying flat against his head again.
“Moe…” He flinched.
I sat on the couch, arms length from him.
“Can you look at me?” The knots in my chest tightened further as the seconds stretched without a response. “... I miss you.”
Finally, thank Heavens, finally he looked up at me, those big sad eyes resembling an abandoned puppy. He stared for a short while, before sifting his focus to my forearm, covered by the long sleeve.
“Does it still hurt?” He asked, voice quiet.
“No.”
“Did you get an infection?”
“I didn't.”
“Scar?”
“None.”
“Good.” He let out a shaky breath. “I've missed you too.”
There was a glimmer of the ‘him’ from before the incident when he smiled at me- My old Moe. But I blinked and it was gone. I reached for his hands into the blanket cocoon, but he winched away, covering it up with a chuckle.
“I haven't trimmed my claws in a while.”
“Since when do you trim them?”
“I- uh, started recently.”
“Moe…”
He shook his head, leaning further away from me with a frown.
“Stop. Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
He struggled to find words. I knew that angry look, but it wasn't aimed at anyone.
“Like you're the one who hurt me and not the other way around.”
When he stood up, so did I, keeping a distance as I followed him to the kitchen, littered with full trash bags that didn’t smell, for they were full of plastic packages and cans instead of real food.
“Come on, it wasn't your fault.”
“Yeah, there are blood stains on my shirt that say otherwise.”
He grabbed a kettle and put it on the stove to boil and took one cup of instant noodles from the almost empty cabinet. Shrimp flavored, Moe's least favorite.
“You weren't in control, they shot you with a Night Howler.”
“And I went after you instead of the cultist, how do you explain that?”
Over the weeks, that question plagued me too and I came up with a few theories. Maybe he chose to chase something that smelled familiar, or his animal brain saw me as easier prey, since the cultist was bigger. Whichever reason, not a part of me believed he acted from malice.
“Look, you don't need to try and justify or rationalize what happened there. I don't blame you one bit.”
“You should.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
I tried to remain level headed, but I didn't know what else to say to make him see reason.
“Why? Why the hell are you so angry with yourself when it was the crazy cultist that drugged you?”
“Because I liked it!”
The kettle whistle was the only sound in the room as I was left speechless, mouth agape and dry. I only realized how tense my shoulders were when they dropped heavy on my sides.
“...What?”
Wolf let out a deep sigh, turning off the stove and leaning against the counter. He wasn't looking at me.
“I liked it- not hurting you, not ever. But when that guy shot me with the Night Howler…” He rubbed the spot on his neck where the drug hit him. “It was like- like I had been wearing a tie squeezing my neck the whole time and the Night Howler cut it loose.”
His eyes sparkled with something familiar, that same shine from when he went through a heist plan or talked about a new driving maneuver he pulled. But as soon as that spark came, he met my eyes and it was gone.
“You can't be serious,” I shook my head. “Did you actually buy into that naturalist looney's idea?”
“It's not- look, I'm not saying I want to run around like a rabies crazed dog.”
“I sure hope so.”
It wasn’t the answer he hoped for, I knew, but it wasn’t what I expected him to say either. Something about those eyes begged for me to understand. For all that it’s worth it, I tried.
Wolf took a moment, pouring the hot water on his noodles.
“Wish I could explain it better. I haven't been able to sleep right after what I did to you, but at the same time, when I close my eyes and remember the way it felt to run around without a thought in my head, it was… free, and real and…”
“Wild?”
He opened the lid of his instant noodles with a small chuckle, poking at the shrimp pieces with a plastic fork.
“Yeah, wild.” He took a sniff of the thing, face twisting in disgust, then put it down on the sink.
Silence weighed on the apartment while I tried to make sense of his words. The way he spoke wasn't much different from those cultists and I couldn't use the excuse of indoctrination on him. The great leaders didn't talk Moe into buying their idea, he felt it on his skin, so much so that even the bite incident didn't stop him from missing that brief moment of brain off wildness.
Maybe the naturalists weren't so off.
“Would you do it again?”
“The night howler? Nah, too risky.”
“But you miss the feeling.”
It wasn't a question, and the way he lowered his ears showed he knew it. I tried to relate in a way, imagining what it would be like if I could never again eat my favorite food, run in the rain or go downhill on a bike. What would be like if I had a snippet of the highest high of my life only to know I could never experience it again? What would it be like if I had a tie squeezing around my neck, only loose enough to suck in shallow breaths?
Miserable, that's what it would be like.
“Moe…” My heels clicked on the silent apartment as I approached and touched his shoulder. “I can't in my right mind say you should do drugs,” I said with a straight face and he chuckled. “But I don't want you to feel like you're suffocated either. Maybe we can find a middle ground, loosening the tie without ripping it off.”
His ears perked up a little and he looked at me with those puppy eyes that got my heart in a claw-like grip.
“Really? After what I did, would you still want to help?”
“Of course I do. What happened wasn't your fault, and I don't want you to feel suffocated.” I reached for the fluff on his cheek and Moe leaned against my hand. “I love you.”
I barely finished my sentence and his arms wrapped around me, squeezing my waist, firm and gentle, even if I wouldn’t mind having the air squeezed out of me. His head rested against my shoulder and his tail wagged fast.
“I love you too, sweetheart.”
The familiar weight of his head on my shoulder melted the tension I walked with for the past weeks. I missed the way his fur tickled my cheek and the way his tail brushed against my legs. If helping him tap into a semi-wild state was what it took to keep this, then becoming a goddamn adrenaline chaser suddenly climbed its way up my list of priorities.
Minutes passed in our much needed embrace before I gathered the willpower to pull away, earning a small whine from him.
“Okay, Moe. If I'm going to help you, we are doing this right.” I walked up to his fridge where a little white board with a couple of markers was glued to the door and picked the red one, writing ‘Mr. Wolf's wild list’ on the top. “Let's start with the ideas.”
Wolf crossed his arms and leaned against the counter with a smirk.
“Not wasting any time, I see.”
“The sooner we figure out what can help you, the sooner we can implement it. So come on, ideas.”
He closed his eyes with a hum, scratching his chin.
“Pulling out a stunt with the car always gets me going.”
“Dangerous driving, then?”
“It's only dangerous if you don't know what you're doing, sweetheart.”
I stared at him, unamused for a good three seconds before sighing.
“Fine.” Against better judgment, I wrote ‘crazy driving’ on the board. “But only on empty roads.”
“Fair enough.”
“What about hiking? It's in nature.”
“Eh, I don't know. Not really a nature guy myself.”
“Really, Moe? No nature in the wild list?”
Wolf chuckled, shaking his head.
“Well, when you put it like that… Maybe I can give running around the mud and get eaten by mosquitos a go.”
“What a lovely way to put it, babe.” I wrote 'touching grass’ on the list with a green marker, drawing a little mosquito beside it.
“Okay, what else?”
Doodling a couple of stars, I waited for new ideas. When he told me nothing for a good thirty seconds, I turned my full attention to him; his tail wagged a little bit, but hung low, the clawed finger tapped against the counter in steady clicks.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, I know the room is pretty dark but I'm not blind.” I placed my hands over his bouncing leg and tapping finger, the movement stopping. “You can tell me.”
He took his sweet time with it, eyes running through the corners of the room and looking away after the split moments he met mine.
“Promise you won't get mad.”
“Okay… I won't get mad.”
“And promise you'll say no if you're not absolute, one hundred percent sure of it.”
“You’re making it sound like you want to commit a crime.”
“Not far off my alley. But no, it's not a crime, it's… Not gonna lie, it's pretty damn embarrassing.”
Embarrassing. This was the man who played the suave thief like second nature, so when he looked at me like a punny teenager about to ask the cheerleader to the dance, scared of my rejection, what else could I do other than swoon?
“I never knew you had shame buried under that white suit of yours.”
I waited for his smart little remark so I could answer with a comeback heating up on the tip of my tongue. It felt nice, familiar, our back and forth.
“Yeah, that's what you do to me.”
My witty come answer turned to ash in my mouth, leaving my tongue heavy; And while my head scrambled for coherence and my knees for composure, Wolf chuckled and put his hands on my hips,thumbs running up and down sending a wave up my back and making my hairs prickle.
“I want you,” He whispered. “When you walked in, your smell almost made me forget why I hid away to begin with.”
The Moe I knew was a flirt, yes, but in a way which felt like he practiced his lines in front of a mirror. A great actor, no doubt, but still an actor. This was different, it was raw. He spoke without a filter and it made my back arch. I squeezed his shoulder, crumpling the fabric of his messy shirt.
“I want you too,” I leaned closer, breath fanning over the little furs on his muzzle. “I missed you, Moe. I missed you way too much.”
Harsher than what I was used to, his hands squeezed the flesh of my hips, and I could feel the tip of his sharp claws through my jeans.
“Sweetheart, I need you to be real with me now and only say yes if you really mean it.” A gentle hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I want you to be part of my little list.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I want to try something different, a little more… loose.”
The only thing stopping the heat that ran up my spine from getting to my head was the ever present suspicion.
“Loose?”
“Yeah, you said I should loosen the tie,” His grip on my waist tightened and he pulled me close enough to feel his hot breath brushing my nose. “And I want to loosen it with you.”
Little impressions I had from the time we spent entangled in the sheets suddenly became much clearer. The way he held me by the waist, kissed me, touched me- Aside from being fantastic and melting the tension from every muscle, left me with this itch in the back of my mind. Be it a scowl on his brow or hands that squeezed me too tight just to let go two seconds after, what he did to me never felt complete. Now I had the confirmation to my suspicions: He held back every time.
Morbid curiosity allied with the growing fire in my stomach, making me wonder how much I could take if he didn't.
“I want to try that out too.”
“Really?” His smile widened and he gave my hips a small squeeze. “It's not just because of me, right? Because if it is-”
I cut his rambling by the root with a peck to the lips.
“I'm a big girl, Moe. I know what I want and I mean what I'm saying. And what I want is for you to take off that leash and burn it-”
In a blink, he had me on top of the balcony, body pressed flushed together as he invaded my mouth in a kiss that left me light headed.
He took his lips away from mine and before I fully made sense of what was happening, began kissing my neck.
“Just tell me to stop and I will,” he said between little kisses and small nibbles. “And if I hurt you, punch me in the throat.”
“Hm, yeah, I can… I can manage that.”
Pushing words out became quite the task when he was making me gasp and sending shivers through my nerves. I held onto his head, looking down as he worked his magic on my skin, tucking my shirt's collar down to give the same treatment as my neck. While Wolf busied himself with that, I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling a hardening volume against my inner thigh.
“Already?” I smiled, scratching behind his ear.
“Hm, just missed you so much.”
His hands moved from my hips to my thighs, squeezing them like stress toys while leaving an open mouth kiss on my cleavage. I tugged at his head, and when a breathy moan left my lips, he growled against my skin.
“How much do you like this shirt?”
The sudden question snapped my attention back to him. He looked at my long sleeve shirt as if it was his worst enemy.
“What?”
He squeezed my thighs a little harder, claws poking my flesh.
“The shirt. Is it a favorite of yours?”
“Why- no, not really.”
“Good.”
The fire that ran through my blood when he tore up the shirt with his teeth and claws was enough to make my face melt off. My mouth hung open with no words uttered as he kissed between my breasts, before pulling away to stare at my lace bra.
“Hm… Not this one.” Much gentler, nimble fingers unclasped the hooks behind me, letting the bra slide through my shoulders while he looked me in the eye with a cheeky grin. “This one I like.”
“...I'll keep that in mind.”
“But I like these even more.”
His attention focused on my breasts. He took one in his hand and kneaded it gently, before making me groan with a harsh squeeze. His grip loosened the same moment and he kissed the finger prints on my skin.
“Too much?”
“No, no, just a little sensitive. It’s been a while.”
“It sure has,” Another gentle kiss traced the reddish marks, trailing up to my pulse. “We can do it the nicer way, you know.”
There he went, offering me an out again when my desires were set in forgetting all restraint. In response my eager hands worked around his shirt, soft fabric hiding even softer fur beneath it. Maybe I was the wild animal between us.
The rumbling of his laugh vibrated against my neck.
“Or not.”
His hands returned to my tender breasts, previous gentleness gone as he squeezed one while feeling the other’s weight in his palm. The pain didn’t phase me. Sure, there was a sharp moment of agony, but in less than a second it became laced with strange pleasure, before fully dissolving into it, like a cold shower after a full day walking in the sun.
My own hands stayed occupied, tracing my fingers over his spine, glazing my nails against his skin, and fully sunk into him when Moe took one of my nipples into his mouth, threatening to bite it down. He didn’t, I knew he wouldn’t go that far, but the possibility was enough to get me shivering.
He nibbled, sucked and played with my hardened buds until I was pulling at the hairs on his neck with enough strength to rip them, and by the end even the breeze from the air conditioner made me whine. He moved back a little, a gleam of smugness in his eyes as he looked over his work of turning my flesh into a personal canvas with purple and red marks. Those eyes that never looked more dangerous met mine and I almost came undone right then and here.
“Awn sweetheart, you’re crying?”
Overwhelmed tears stung my eyes, my entire body, especially my face, feverish.
“N-No. I’m tearing up, it’s different.”
“Well, un-lucky for you, you’re way too pretty like this.” He held my chin a little too forceful, making me stare at the predatory gaze of his. “Now I wonder what’s like if I do make you cry.”
My gasp got cut short when Wolf threw me over his shoulder like a fat shack of dollar bills and walked towards his bedroom, making me yelp when he squeezed my butt followed by a less than gentle bite.
I tried to look at his face while balancing myself.
“When did you get this strong?”
“Always have been, just needed the right motivation.”
The bedroom was as dark as the rest of the apartment, his familiar scent all around when he threw me in the bed, right in the center of a nest-like pile of blankets and kissing down my lips.
“Comfortable?”
“Yeah, I could fall asleep right now.”
He let out a breathy chuckle, one finger pulling my pants.
“You can try, don’t think you’ll be able to. But if you get close to falling asleep…” With a swift movement, he lowered my pants to my thighs. “I’ll just have to get you on the edge again.” He slid my pants down all the way and kissed under my belly button. “...And again…” His lips stopped at the hem of my panties, fingers coming up to touch the soaked spot between my legs. “... And again.”
Threat or promise, he already left unable to catch my breath. My watery eyes admired the sight as much as the blurriness allowed it, my hips buckling against his fingers while the bastard grinned.
“Hell, Moe. You want me to beg?”
“I wasn’t thinking about it, but now that you offered…”
Leaning back on the pillows with one arm over my face, I groaned.
“You’re such a jerk.”
“Hey, don’t be mad. I’m just messing with ya, beautiful.”
“Oh, aren’t you a jokester? This is torture-”
A jolt went up my spine when he dragged his fingers along my slick, teasing me through the panties’ fabric. Wolf’s breath hovered over my over sensitive clit before he gave it the much needed attention with an open mouth kiss that if on the lips would leave anyone drenched. I held myself back from locking his head with my legs when he moved away to slice my panties off, my fully nude form barely affected by the cold room because of how he made me burn.
Moe kissed me, the softer and passionate approach meeting the pace of his fingers teasing my entrance and smearing my clit with my own wetness. For a moment he got me thinking he had given up on our little experiment, but horny little me simply walked into a trap, only noticing when he grabbed my hips and flipped me into my stomach. I tried to use my elbows for support, but Moe pushed me back down and lifted my hips, leaning over my body, pressing himself flushed against me and whispering.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to have you like this, bent over letting me see everything. And you look so pretty. Always so, so pretty for me, sweetheart.”
His husky whisper tickled the back of my ear and I couldn’t blame myself from the moan he dragged out of me. I needed him now, before this drove me to wild madness. And maybe that’s what Wolf was trying to do- To turn me into a crazed and unleashed beast. By the way I pressed myself against him, without a single rational thought, he more than succeeded.
“Just fuck me,” I demanded.
Growling, he dug his hands into my hips, grinding the rock hard cock against me, staining his pants with my slick.
“Last chance to back down.” The sound of his voice was followed by the unzipping of his pants.
“I think I’ll combust if I do.”
Wolf chuckled, one of his hands spreading my lips for him while the other guided his thick length to my entrance and made me gasp and grab at the sheets. It took a total of three slower thrusts before he picked up a crushing, brain melting pace and made me forget the time of the day, the place and my name. He held me by the back of the neck, and by the stings of pain coming from my back and shoulder, I could guess how many marks I would have by the end of this- and God, I didn’t care. If anything, it ripped more unrestrained whimpers and cries from my throat.
“You sound almost as amazing as you feel,” he said, voice breathless against the back of my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist and holding me like a vice. “Damn, sweetheart, so pretty, so good for me, my good girl.”
“N-Not fair, that’s my- Oh, God!- that’s my line.”
The unforgiving pace grew even more savage, cutting out my moans with each thrust.
“But you like it too, don’t you? Screaming so much my ears are ringing.”
“Sorry-”
“Don’t be.”
Although he reached so, so fucking deep into me, that wasn’t the end of it. No, not with Moe like this, not with the swollen base as a delicious reminder, slapping against me everytime he moved.
His groans grew more fanatic, he barely pulled out, rutting against me right before his knot slipped inside in a stretch that might be painful if I wasn’t soaking wet.
Hissing, Moe held me flushed against his chest and my hands held onto his forearms for any semblance of structure. He could only rut against my heat and I could only moan at the over stimulation, so close from being a mess in his arms.
“Mine,” He groaned, nibbling my ear. “My perfect girl, taking me so well.”
“M-Moe…” My body twitched, tears rolled down my eyes into the sweat stained sheets.
Wolf licked a red mark on the crook of my neck.
“Hm, I knew you would look even more beautiful crying for me.” His voice came out in huff and puffs of hot air on my already burning skin. His rutting became relentless, the tip of his cock bullying my cervix, trying to invade everything, tear me apart, merge into me, and by God, I would let him.
It didn’t take long for me to feel the familiar euphoria rush through my veins and tie knots- how ironic- around my stomach. Barely mustering the strength to moan and cry, pitiful wails echoed back to me, and my unleashed lover didn’t trail much better, his own voice hoarse and desperate.
My climax didn’t knock at the door- no, no, no, it came bursting through it, making a mess and all around as I clawed at Wolf’s forearms like a beast and was left shaking and gasping for air amidst low whines. He kept his pace, mindlessly chasing his own high, making my overstimulation all the more wrecking.
Two more minutes of harsh slapping sounds went by before the sights of his orgasm finally appeared to relieve my shaking body. Claws dug in my hips with a possessive grip, his jaw was so tense I could hear the sharp teeth grind against each other and for a moment it seemed he wanted to merge into me before his grip loosed and I felt the familiar warmth floating my walls and leaving no empty creeks.
Fast movements died down, his head resting on my shoulder followed by a heavy and content sigh .I could finally catch my breath.
“Are you okay?” Wolf asked, kissing the marking on the back of my neck.
In my head I answered ‘yes, fantastic’, but babbles left my mouth instead of words- At least he found it funny.
Gently, he flipped me on my back and laid me down, kissing my temple and pulling my putty self closer.
“Fantastic as always, sweetheart. I didn’t think you could get any better and you still impressed me.”
I met his eyes, a smile playing on my lips. His fur never looked more messy, inviting me to pet and try to even it out. I did so, and Moe leaned against my hand, but that sweet, blissed out smile died the moment he laid eyes on the bite mark on my forearm. My heart squeezed for him as he took my arm like it was made of glass and stared at the red teeth scars.
“Moe, it’s not-”
“I know.” He kissed the bite mark, lips lighter than butterfly wings. “But I’m still so sorry. Even after this, you’re still doing so much for me, I don’t know how to make it up to you.”
My hand scratched behind his flat ear.
“Well, if you’re so keen about it, I would love it if you finally got out of the apartment.”
He scoffed, but I kept going.
“I’m serious. I know you feel guilty, but locking yourself up as if you committed a crime is not doing any good to anyone. Hell, if I was the one who went crazy and bit you, it wouldn’t be an issue. You might even be laughing about it.”
Proving my point, he let out a breathy chuckle.
“See?” Despite the wobbly limbs, I shifted on the bed, bringing his head to my chest and placing one leg over his waist. “You’re not bad, Wolf.”
Hesitant hands moved up my back, holding me closer, and my worries were eased once I heard his tail wagging against the bed.
“Thank you, I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right.”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Of course you’re right.” He nuzzled my neck and I could feel his smile. “And you’re right about leaving the apartment too. My nose is starting to itch and I would rather eat cardboard than those shrimp flavored noodles again.”
“How about we go for a walk and get a salad after?”
He looked at me like a little kid who got told no at the toy store.
“Fine, a walk and ice cream. But after that we're deep cleaning this place.”
“Hmm, yes. You’re definitely too good for me.”
Wagging his tail, he leaned in and kissed the purple bruise on my neck. I knew his self blame wasn’t gone, hope as I might, it might never fully be, but we would take it one step at a time. And besides, exploring this new, unrestrained side of him- of us- wasn’t bad at all.
Resumen: WHAT A SEXY WEREWOLF! AHHH I'M YOUR LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD SO YOU CAN DEVOUR ME HOWEVER AND WHENEVER YOU WANT, DADDY
Tipo:Romantic,Headcanons
Advertencia:Ninguna
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Moe is a gentleman in every sense of the word, even when he's planning a heist. He opens doors for you, pulls out your chair, kisses your hand, and calls you "darling" or "my queen" in that deep, seductive voice that melts your heart.
He has a very protective side, but it's not suffocating.
He trusts you to take care of yourself, but if someone gives you the cold shoulder… that person has a problem.
He's a joker and sarcastic, but with you, he becomes surprisingly soft and vulnerable. You're one of the few people who sees his "not-so-bad" side.
He takes you to fancy restaurants (sometimes without paying, obviously), to rooftops overlooking the city, or to illegal street races where he throws his jacket over your shoulders when it's cold.
He loves to dance with you. Salsa, swing, you name it. He spins you around like in the movies and ends up kissing you right there on the dance floor.
Gifts: stolen jewelry (which he later returns because “you’re reformed now, but that piece looked too good on you”), flowers stolen from the best florist in town, or absurdly expensive things he “found lying around.”
Waking up with Moe is dangerous: he hugs you from behind, sniffs your neck, and says things like, “Why do you smell so good? That should be illegal.”
He’s very tactile. He always has a hand on your waist, your lower back, or playing with your hair. In public, he’s discreet but possessive (that arm around you never fails).
He likes to cook for you (surprisingly well). Elegant dishes with a wild twist, like nearly raw steak “the way wolves like it.”
The others immediately adopt you. Mr. Snake calls you “the boss” and is super loyal. Mr. Shark wants you to cook for him because “you do it with love.” Mr. Piranha teaches you Spanish insults and fiercely defends you.
Moe gets a little jealous when the guys give you too much attention, but he hides it with a wolfish grin and pulls you closer.
Movie nights in the lair: you snuggled up to Moe while the others argue about what movie to watch.
He has nightmares about his past. When that happens, he only calms down if you're hugging him and stroking his ears.
He quietly confesses that he never thought anyone could truly love him, not just the charismatic thief.
When he's head over heels in love, he gets ridiculously cheesy (even if he denies it later): he writes you cheesy notes that he leaves in your pocket, sends you flowers with one-word messages ("Mine").
He's not explosive, but he is intense. If someone flirts with you, Moe appears by your side in seconds with that dangerous smile and says something like, “Need help finding the exit, buddy?”
Fights are rare because he hates arguing with you. He usually resolves them with sincere apologies and kisses until you forget why you were angry.
He dreams of a quieter life (though never entirely legal). A big house where he can keep you close, a garden (so you can run around with him in wolf form if you want), and maybe pups… I mean, kids someday.
also it's 1am don't question any poor writing/spelling i'm not proof reading this 😭😭😭😭
On top of the romance, you and Mr. Wolf had a bit of a transactional relationship.
Whenever you and your band went on tour, you always had a show in whatever place he was in. At that show, the police always diverted a good number of cars and officers to the venue, getting people in and out of the venue (no matter how large or small) safely. While they were doing their good deeds, the crew got to work on whatever heist they planned out. You didn’t really know exactly what it was every time, but they liked going for banks and larger buildings. “The diversion gives more time, we can go for bigger spots” he said.
And now you were here, quickly running through your pre-show rituals before you ran out on stage for another performance in a Los Angeles amphitheater. Butterflies ran through your stomach, they always did. The pre-show video played out for the restless audience as they cheered and shouted with each little joke you and your two bandmates threw in.
For what was probably going to be the last time for the night, you checked your phone. You’d checked it numerous times, the battery feeling a bit hot from the heat in the air and the constant checking. The wolf still hadn’t sent anything since this morning, even then just being a simple heart emoji.
You didn’t get much time to worry about what was going on with the crew before your cue on. You walked up to the stairs, got ready, and ran out on-stage as the beat of the first song dropped.
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What you didn’t realize was that the reason Mr. Wolf hadn’t sent anything was because he was in that audience.
He wasn’t front row or anything, but he was up in the first section of seats, bouncing lightly to the music. Wolf had seen a show of yours, but that was a good few years ago, not very recent. He knew how much these live shows and this music meant to you, so he figured that while the rest of the crew was busy he’d check out a bigger show, one with some of the crazy effects you’d been briefly mentioning to him.
The music your band made wasn’t his favorite, but he saw the energy and creativity that went into the concert. You were running around the stage the entire time (clearly sweating your ass off), your bandmates were jumping around roughly in place, and there were some crazy effects that he’d never seen before.
Even though it got colder as the night went on, he was starting to get tired. His fur went damp with sweat, legs started to weaken, eyes maybe drooped at points. He pushed through, though. He didn’t want to pass out, and he wanted to see you after the show and show you how much he liked it~.
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When you got into your personal green room (you still didn’t understand why each of you got one instead of sharing one, but you weren’t complaining) you almost instantly collapsed onto the couch. Every muscle in your body sank into the leather of the couch, something in the couch groaning quietly. You closed your eyes, not to fall asleep, but to block how bad you smelled out of your brain.
You didn’t open your eyes when the door clicked open, someone stepped in, and the door closed.
“Yo,” you said casually, expecting someone from the crew or either of your bandmates coming to visit.
“Hey,” a very familiar baritone voice spoke.
In an instant you opened your eyes, looking over at the door to see your loving, criminal boyfriend. He looked tired and somewhat dirty, the basic t-shirt and pants he wore having what seemed like dried sweat around the sleeves and sides.
“Oh, hiya love!” you exclaimed, happy to see him. “I’d get up if my… everything didn’t feel like lead. How’d the job go?”
He took a few steps from the door to the couch, now looming over you with an uncharacteristically dopey smirk on his face.
“Didn’t have one. Took tonight off, and I went to see my favorite little band.”
You picked up what he put down almost instantly, “and who would that have been?”
“Well I don’t remember what they’re called,” he bent his legs down before bringing one hindfoot across you. He brought his knee down onto the cushion before fully dropping on top of you on all fours, “but I know they’ve got a very handsome singer.”
Before you could respond he dropped elbows to the couch and his lips to yours. He honestly smelled awful, but the feeling of his paws wrapping around your head and his warm, plush lips pressed against yours made your head go all fuzzy. A smile grew on your lips as you leaned into him.
A small groan escaped your throat as his tongue traced your lips, pushing in immediately after your mouth parted open. Heat pooled in your stomach and spread to the rest of your body, the sensation’s infection of your body only accelerated by the wolf’s wet fur against your own drenched fur. His ears twitched as he growled into your ear, chest rumbling against your own. You squirmed under him, desperate for him to touch you more before you realized how tired you were again.
You pulled off of him, “I ‘dunno about you, but I’m exhausted. I’m taking a shower here, if you maybe want to join me?”
He looked stunned and out of it at the sudden break, “Oh- sure, I don’t mind showering together.”
A smirk grew on his face as he went back in for another long kiss.
My first Wolf smutfic 🥹 This fic will talk about drinking STARTING to become a problem, but nothing super heavy. MDNI, enjoyyyyy~
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Slowly closing the door behind her, Bri sighed and leaned back against the door. Another long night at work. It was 2am now.. and she was exhausted.
A whistle caught her attention.
She flinched, looking up to see Mason turned, watching her from the couch. She genuinely did not see him sitting there.
"Hey, Babe~" He cooed, staring down her hooters uniform. "Looking good, as usual."
"Hi, Wolfy. I'm.. really tired." Bri sighed. He sounded off, but she couldn't quite tell what was up yet.
She made her way to her room to undress and get into something comfortable. After slipping on an oversized shirt, Bri left her room again, stepping into the living room.
She finally found out what he was up to after she noticed a huge, nearly empty bottle of whiskey on the table.
Bri narrowed her eyes at him, finding it irritating as he leaned back on the couch just staring at her with that stupid smug smirk on his face. "You're drunk."
"Maaaaybeeee??" Mason trailed off, leaning his head back and laughing loudly.
Bri just shook her head and crossed her arms. Great. Now she had to babysit and make sure he didn't set her apartment on fire or something.
"Way to make my night worse." She scoffed, turning away and storming into the kitchen.
Wolf's smirk faded as he sat up and watched her. She was really irritated. Had something happened earlier?
"Worse..? Whaddya mean worse, did something happen at work?" He slurred, pushing himself up from the couch and stumbling to the doorway of the kitchen.
He held onto the wall for dear life as he struggled to keep his balance. He felt like he was walking on water.. man, that whiskey really fucked him up.
Bri tossed a little dinner into the microwave, sighing. "Some guy was upset that I wouldn't give him my number.. and next thing you know, I'm dodging a mug of beer." She explained, looking down as she pressed a number and waited for the microwave to finish.
Wolf's expression hardened as his brows furrowed. "Can you remember what he looked like?" He asked, his voice threateningly low.
"I couldn't really see. It was too dark. But don't worry about it, Wolf. He was thrown out and banned." Bri waved a hand, leaning over her counter.
After a moment, Mason sighed. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to make it worse for ya.. I just wanted to escape for a little bit." He frowned as his ears flattened.
"It's okay. The drinking has to tone down, though. This is the third time this month and I'm starting to get concerned.. I don't want you going down that path." Bri looked up at him, her eyes hopeful and even a little sad.
Wolf never thought that his drinking was that bad. Ever since he went good, life for him has been rough. Even now, he lived with Bri because he couldn't find a job and got evicted. She was right.. this was the third time this month he had drank so heavily like this.
And if he didn't stop, it could be every day. He didn't want that for himself. He wanted to be his best self.. for Bri.
"I understand." He nodded, looking down in shame. "Man, I'm such a.." He trailed off as he ran a hand over his ear, tugging it slightly.
"You're not anything. You just need to find a different outlet is all." Bri told him, looking up at him with the tiniest of smiles.
"..Yeah. I'm gonna go, uh.. take a quick shower. Sober myself up a little." Mason told her, stepping closer and bringing her in for a hug and a sloppy kiss to the cheek.
"I promise I'll stop. I love you, Bri-bri." He mumbled as he pat her ass, walking away.
Bri giggled slightly, stirring up her dinner and taking a bite.
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Now fresh n fluffy after his shower, Wolf hummed as he entered the living room.
Bri sat on the couch, lazily watching TV and just dozing off.
"You alright, Baby Doll?" Wolf asked, chuckling softly as he sat down next to her.
"Hm? Oh.. yeah, just really sleepy." Bri whispered, laying on his shoulder.
Without warning, Mason lifted her by her hips, turning her to face him and sitting her down over his lap in a straddle. "Sleepy girl." He teased, leaning in to kiss her nose.
"Horny wolf." Bri smirked, teasing him back as she nuzzled under his jaw.
"Whaaat? I'm not even-"
"You're hard. I can feel you." She immediately stopped his bluffing.
Mason laughed and ran his hands up and down her thighs, giving them a loving squeeze. "Alright, alright, you caught me.. I was thinking about you a little in the shower. And I was hoping you'd help me with my little problem~" He whispered, trailing his hands up her shirt and right to her breasts, which he gently cupped.
Bri shuddered. "Wolfy.." She looked up at him, pondering if she was in the mood.
Wolf moved his hands, settling them on her hips. "We don't have to if you're not in the mood, Sweetheart. I won't be upset." He told her.
Bri shook her head. "No, it's okay. I'm just tired is all." She smiled, standing up and leaning over the kitchen counter.
She raised her shirt, exposing her wetness to him.
Wolf watched her, an eager, perverted grin on his face as he quickly stripped from his boxers.
"Not in the mood for foreplay, huh?" He asked, walking over and resting his hands on her hips as he rubbed his hardened cock against her ass.
"Mmm, not really." Bri chuckled, looking up at him with lidded eyes.
"C'mon, I can't get a taste?" Mason begged, flattening his ears.
"Fiiine. Just be quick." Bri playfully rolled her eyes.
Wolf snickered and kneeled down, eyeing her pussy. He licked his lips before giving her a long lick.
Bri moaned slightly, resting her head in her arms as she spread her legs for him.
"You taste fuckin' amazing.." Wolf savored the taste, leaning in for more. He licked at a moderate pace, Bri letting out soft moans as he did so.
Wolf closed his eyes as he buried his snout in her wetness, his tongue lapping at her hungrily.
"Mmh.. Wolfy~" Bri huffed, feeling him grab her thighs to keep her in place. Wolf groaned, pushing his snout deeper against her.
She tasted so sweet.. he couldn't get enough. She was making him go feral.
After a few more licks, Wolf pushed his tongue into her, closing his eyes as he groaned louder. Bri followed with a louder moan. She cursed to herself as she started to gently ride his tongue.
If he could give a sly smirk right now, he absolutely would. He was loving this. How easily he was able to wrap her around his finger when it came to foreplay.
This continued on until Wolf suddenly smacked her ass, giving her pussy one last looong lick. "Right then, Baby Doll. Ready for the main event?" He asked, unable to keep his hands off of her butt.
It was round, fluffy and so nice to squeeze, could you blame him?
He stood up, looking down at her cute blushing face. Bri took a moment to answer, catching her breath.
"Y-yeah.." she squeaked out, eagerly perking up her hips when she felt his tip brush against her entrance.
"Eager, eh? Sweet girl. You're so cute." Wolf chuckled darkly, scratching the base of her tail.
He gently grabbed himself, dragging his cock along her slit and ever so slightly dipping it inside. "So wet for me.. dirty girl~"
Bri whined in irritation as she looked back at him. "Mason.." She warned.
"Alright, you win. You know I can't resist teasing you. You're so cute." Wolf laughed and leaned in, kissing her deeply as he slid himself into her.
They both moaned at the sensation, Wolf wasting no time thrusting his hips as he held her tail over his shoulder.
They broke the kiss, Bri resting her head on her arms again as Wolf picked up to a moderate pace. The soft plaps of her bodies filled the apartment, along with their moans.
"You feel so fucking good, Bri-bri." Wolf huffed, his free hand resting on the small of her back.
"S-so do you.. Mmh~~" Bri moaned, closing her eyes in pleasure.
"Let's kick it up a notch, yeah?" Wolf asked, speeding up to a faster rate, which caused Bri to lift her head, throwing it back.
"Yes.. yes, fuck!~" She whined, gripping the counter as her long ears were suddenly tugged back.
"That's right.. sing for me, Baby." Wolf groaned louder, giving her ass a rough smack.
Bri could feel the pit. She was getting close. "Wolfy..~ Wolfy, I'm close~ Ahh!~"
"Ngh! Me too."
More thrusts, more bodies slapping, more moans and groans..
Wolf gripped her hips in a death grip, leaning over her as he slammed his cock into her, abusing her poor cunt. He was growling, snarling, drooling, even his tail was wagging out of control.
"Mason!! Oh f-fuck!!~~" Bri squeaked loudly, practically screaming out in pleasure as her orgasm wracked her body. She clawed at her wooden countertop as she came, her wetness dripping down onto the floor.
After a few more moments of relentless pounding, Mason suddenly howled, slamming himself in once more as he emptied his load into her.
They stayed locked in place for a while, until they both came down from their high.
"You.. you have a beautiful howl.." Bri panted, feeling him gently hug her waist and rest his head on her back.
"I do?" Wolf asked, his voice slightly husky. "Thank you, Darlin'." He smiled, kissing her cheek. "I didn't hurt you by pulling your ears, did I?"
"It was unexpected, but it didn't hurt." Bri shook her head, yawning. If she wasn't tired before, she was definitely tired now.
"I dunno.. I liked it a little." She smiled softly.
Wolf's face went pale when he looked down at then, still connected as his cum seeped out of her and dripped into the floor.
For one, he didn't know he could cum that much.. and for two...
"Uh.. Please don't be mad at me, but... I forgot to grab a condom." He nervously chuckled, his ears flattening back against his head.
"Don't worry about it. I have Plan B. Specifically for instances like this." Bri waved a hand.
"Does that mean I can creampie you anytime I want?~" Wolf smirked, leaning in slightly.
"No, horny wolf. It's for mistakes only." Bri laughed.
His dick now a little softer, Wolf began to gently pull himself out of her, watching in awe as his mess dripped out of her.
Bri giggled. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." She teased. "Hurry and get me a towel, I'm sleepy."
Grabbing his phone from the couch, that's exactly what Wolf decided to do. A perverted smile etched onto his face as he snapped a picture of the lewd scene.
"Did you actually just-?! Oh my god, you're such a pervert!" Bri laughed, causing Wolf to also chuckle.
"Hey, you told me to." He grabbed a wet towel, cleaning them both and then cleaning the mess on the floor.
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That next morning, Wolf laid on his back, groaning as he threw the blankets over his face. He finally had a hangover and boy, was it the worst one yet.
He was never drinking again.
Bri had placed medicine and a water bottle next to him already, in the shower after last night's activities.
She soon returned to her room in just a crop top, watching as Wolf sat on the edge of the bed, taking the medicine.
"How bad is it?" She asked, still holding her towel under her arm.
"Abysmal." Wolf gruffly replied, holding his head in his hands.
Bri cooed, tossing her towel in the hamper and sitting down next to him. "Poor baby.." She brought him into a hug, bringing his head to lay down on her shoulder.
"Do you have to baby me?" Wolf blushed a little, still covering his light sensitive eyes.
"Your tail says yes." Bri smirked, scratching behind his ear.
His tail was indeed wagging against the bed.
"I don't get how you do it. Dealing with me, I mean." Wolf sighed.
"What do you mean?" Bri asked, breaking the hug to look up at him.
"I mean.. my past criminal record.. not being able to find a job, my drinking.. You.." Wolf sighed as he looked down for a moment. "You're too good for me. I don't know what I did to deserve you."
Bri sat for a moment, stunned. "Wolfy.."
She gently cupped his cheeks. "Don't put yourself down like that. You are just as deserving of love as anyone, flaws and all." She leaned in to kiss him, feeling him wrap his arms around her and fall onto his back.
They soon broke the kiss. "And I solemnly promise.. the drinking will stop." Wolf held up his right hand as Bri straddled his waist.
"Man, after this hangover, I don't know if I want to ever drink again." He admitted with a tired chuckle.
Bri giggled, laying on his chest. "You don't have to stop completely, that's not what I'm asking. I just don't want you to use it as an escape. It's not healthy." She explained, closing her eyes as he rubbed her back.
"I see what you mean. I'll cut back on it, Sweetheart. The migraines aren't worth it." He chuckled, looking down.
She looked so cute, dozing off on his chest like that.
He let her, resting a hand behind his head and staring at the ceiling with a dopey smile.
He could stay like this with her forever. But alas, he had to get back out there later today and try to land himself a job. Even a janitor position would work wonders.
Being good was something I never anticipated, but it was something welcome.
When you are bad, people suspect you if anything bad happens, you will always be the target of bad rumors
Like the day the police chief's daughter went missing
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The city was in... how do I say it? Chaos, After the police chief's little daughter disappears, ____., the sweet, sweet future doctor of the city, the best of the best, or so they said
I calmly adjust my sleeves, putting a charming smile on my face as I wave to Diane and the others,Moving away from the group
Just imagine? The girl from the age of eight was pressured to be something she never wanted to be, Grown with the goal of making others proud
I get into the car, putting on my seatbelt and starting it, When I see my reflection and my smile grows, I adjust the rearview mirror before I start driving
I understand, if I were in her place, I would want to disappear too
It doesn't take long for me to stop in front of our old hideout, getting out of the car and calmly walking in, ignoring the dust.
And how could I refuse when she practically begged me to hide and protect her?
" darling I'm here~ "
I yell with a smile opening the door to my old room, my smile widening as I see .____ still chained to the bed, Looking at me scared.. I still don't understand
" Oh love, aren't you happy to see me?"
I ask, walking over and sitting on the bed next to her, watching her shrink a little, making me smile.
"I did everything you asked... I saved you, I took you out of that old life, and you're still not happy?"
I say taking the gag out of her mouth, watching her breathe heavily.
"My love, you are a bit ungrateful"
I say scratching my chin and closing my eyes, as my ears perk up when I hear her speak.
"let me go.. please.."
"let you go??"
And I let out a low, incredulous laugh
"My love, why the hell would I do that??"
And I grab her chin, watching her tremble as my smile widens
"After all, you are my most precious possession.. And I won't let you go.."
I murmur with a smile, before pressing my lips against hers in a kiss.
Ok this was in my draft for a long time and I was just too lazy to post it, and sorry if it's short it's just so I don't have anything left, please ask for oneshots or headcons ;-; kisses from Brazil 😚
Ambrosius is my oc! I just felt writing something for them.
Here’s Ambrosius Google Doc if you’re curious!! Doc
Playlist!!
Ambrosius was cleaning the windows of his bakery, The Ruby Rose, it was his sanctuary and a nice little place. He was lucky enough to even be able to buy especially after the guardianship trying to bar him from even moving away from Italy. The bakery was on the top of a hill, on a corner making it stick out to the eyes of people who would pass or if he
God that whole week was stressful yet it didn’t really matter to him anymore. The Arctic fox was so focused on the windows—Or his thoughts—to hear the sound of a car chase behind him or for the better term approaching him.
The engine roared as Mr. Wolf pressed down hard on the gas pedal, the car tearing through the streets with the police hot on their tail. His focus was split between navigating the twists and turns of the chase and listening to the chaos from the backseat.
Mr. Shark, Mr. Piranha, Mr. Snake, and Ms. Tarantula were all engaged in their usual banter, each one offering ideas on how to lose the cops. It was a typical day for the Bad Guys, but Mr. Wolf knew they needed to find a way out of this fast.
"We gotta shake these guys, Wolf!" Ms. Tarantula shouted from the back, her many legs busy typing furiously on her laptop.
Mr. Snake slithered across the dashboard, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "Take the next right! It'll lead us to a dead end, but we can double back through the alley."
"Or we could try to blend in," Mr. Shark suggested in his deep voice, clearly nervous as he peered out the back window. "Maybe a disguise?"
"Not the time, Shark!" Mr. Piranha snapped, hanging halfway out the window, firing a makeshift slingshot at the police cars behind them. "Just get us outta here, Wolf!"
Mr. Wolf gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes narrowing as he scanned the road ahead. They were coming up on a sharp corner—a perfect opportunity to outmaneuver the cops. He was about to take the turn when—
"Wolf! Watch out!" Mr. Shark suddenly bellowed.
Mr. Wolf's eyes widened as he noticed an Arctic fox, standing right in their path, reaching for a bucket of cleaning supplies. Time seemed to slow down for a split second as he and the fox locked eyes—those wide, startled blue eyes meeting his—and in that instant, he could see the life-or-death stakes of what was about to happen.
He yanked the wheel to the side with all his strength, swerving the car just in time to avoid the fox. The tires screeched, the car tilted dangerously, but somehow, miraculously, they didn’t crash. The car missed the fox by inches, but the force of the near-miss sent the fox stumbling back, pressing himself against the wall of the bakery.
"Hang on!" Mr. Wolf growled through gritted teeth as he struggled to regain control, the car skidding but ultimately straightening out as they sped past the bakery.
Ambrosius, the Arctic fox, was left breathless, heart pounding as he watched the car roar away down the hill. He was pressed against the wall, bucket forgotten, his mind reeling from how close he had come to being run over. But more than that, the brief but intense eye contact with the driver left him stunned, something in those amber eyes striking a chord within him.
Inside the car, Mr. Piranha laughed, though it was more nervous than anything. "Whooo! That was close! You okay, Wolf?"
Mr. Wolf nodded, still shaken from the close call. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. Just keep an eye out for any more surprises."
Ms. Tarantula shot a quick glance back at the bakery they had just narrowly avoided. "Did anyone else see that guy? He looked like he was about to have a heart attack."
Mr. Snake hissed quietly, his usual calm demeanor returning. "Let's just focus on not getting caught. We’ll worry about that later."
As they sped away, Mr. Wolf couldn’t shake the image of those heterochomic eyes from his mind, nor the sudden, unexplainable feeling of guilt gnawing at him. It wasn’t often that a simple chase would leave him rattled, but something about that fox had gotten under his skin. He pushed the thought aside for now; they had bigger problems to deal with.
But as they disappeared around the corner, Ambrosius slowly slid down the wall, his heart still pounding in his chest, unsure of why the encounter had left him feeling so shaken.
Ambrosius just sat there wrapping his arms around himself as a cop car stopped next to him and an officer stumbled out, Officer Jackson Foxington got out. He was his brother in law and governor’s older brother. He was a good man just with some social anxiety and some stage fright.
“Ambrosius! Holy shit.. a-are you okay?” Jackson's voice was filled with worry, his eyes scanning Ambrosius for any signs of injury.
Ambrosius, overwhelmed by the recent encounter and his own mounting stress, buried his face in his hands, groaning loudly. "I—I’m fine, Jackson. Just... just a bit shaken."
Jackson, though visibly anxious himself, stepped closer, his social anxiety momentarily forgotten in the face of his brother-in-law’s distress. “I can completely understand that.” He offered a reassuring smile, attempting to ease Ambrosius’s fear.
Jackson gently opened the bakery door and motioned for Ambrosius to come inside. “Let’s get you out of the cold. Come on in. We’ll get you sorted and make sure everything’s alright.”
Ambrosius, still feeling a bit disoriented, slowly got to his feet and followed Jackson into the bakery. The warmth of the interior was a stark contrast to the chill outside, and the familiar scent of freshly baked goods was oddly comforting.
Jackson closed the door behind them, the sound of the sirens outside gradually fading. He led Ambrosius to a small table and gestured for him to sit down. “Here, sit. I’ll get you something to drink. You look like you could use it.”
Ambrosius sat down, the adrenaline of the chase slowly giving way to exhaustion. He rubbed his face with his hands, trying to shake off the lingering fear from the encounter. “Thanks, Jackson. I just—didn’t expect that. They almost hit me.”
Jackson, busy preparing a pot of coffee, glanced over with a sympathetic look. “I’m glad you’re okay. Those guys can be real trouble. I’ll make sure to put out an alert for them.”
As Jackson poured the coffee, Ambrosius took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The anxiety was beginning to recede, replaced by a deep sense of gratitude for Jackson's presence. “I appreciate it. I guess today’s been more eventful than I planned.”
Jackson nodded, placing a cup of coffee in front of Ambrosius and taking a seat opposite him. “Yeah, I’d say so. If there’s anything else I can do, just let me know. And remember, you don’t have to face these kinds of things alone.”
Ambrosius managed a small smile, taking a sip of the hot coffee. “Thanks, Jackson. It means a lot.”
As they sat there, the tension from the day’s events slowly started to dissipate, replaced by a quiet, comforting companionship. The bakery, though still filled with the remnants of a stressful day, now held a sense of calm that Ambrosius desperately needed.
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I might make a pt 2 but idk today was my first day of school tho.. BUT, Im also working on requests which is actually taking me a bit so expect some more works soon!
