Wolfdog hybrid who was surrendered time and time again due to his behavioral issues. Who could not stay with a family more than a few weeks.
The shelter tried to beg you to rethink adopting him. He was a lost cause they said. Not only did you not believe them, it made you even more determined to adopt him.
Wolfdog hybrid who genuinely expected he would be sleeping somewhere outside. As he always did. His brain genuinely shortcut when he realized he was given his own room in the house. Although he would rather eat glass than admit your kindness got under his skin.
Wolfdog hybrid who doesn’t speak much. He will mumble a “thanks..” when you feed him. He would never admit how much he loves the food. It’s the best he’s ever had. He never expected you to go out of your way to cook nutritious meals suited just for him.
Wolfdog hybrid who slowly, but surely, will glue himself to you. At first he will just be in the same room, then he will sit closer and closer until finally he is nuzzled into you.
Wolfdog hybrid who will not sleep without you. At first he would sneak into your room and sleep on the floor, thinking you’d kick him out if you saw him. When you didn’t, even more, when you told him not to sleep on the floor and get in bed? He’s done for. Hugs you so tight to his chest, mumbling “mine mine mine”.
Wolfdog hybrid who will insist on watching you shower under the pretext of “what if you slip and fall and die?”. But he knows it’s more than that. He won’t scare you with it yet.
Wolfdog hybrid who jerks off until it hurts while nuzzling your clothes when you’re not home. He wants you so bad, but he also wants to be good for you. Doesn’t want to scare you with how feral he is for you yet. So for now, he settles. Whenever you’re away, he will take your dirty clothes from the laundry basket and muffle his moans with them while he strokes his cock until it’s painful to even get hard anymore.
Wolfdog hybrid who loves you so much and will make sure one day you will know all about it.
somnophila, f receiving oral, breeding, mating press, rough sex(?), biting, bit of blood mention, a bit of humiliation (?)
"sorry, didnt mean to wake you bun." you hear that familiar voice, toji fushiguro. he moved into your apartment with his son, megumi fushiguro. usually you woke up to him snoring loudly beside you, but this time was different. very different.
you slowly opened your eyes, looking around the room for toji. through the morning grogginess, you felt something moving between your legs. you looked down, seeing toji between your legs. he had your thighs wrapped around his head, his big fingers digging into the flesh while he ate you out. he looked up, that usual grin on his face while making eye contact with you.
he dragged a hand up you body, pushing your head down against the pillow "relax bunny, ill take extra good care of you this morning..." he squeezed your tit teasingly while moving his hand back down to your cunt, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger. "you want it princess?" he spoke with his usually rough yet hot tone. you nodded, still not completely awake. he slowly entered a finger into your dripping cunt, curling it as his tongue sloppily worked your clit.
he eventually stuck another one in, pumping your pussy as he sucked on your needy clit. you felt that familiar warm feeling building up down there, you knew you were close. "toji...im getting....close..." you groaned.
toji suddenly stopped, pulling back away from you. you looked down at him in confusion. "w-wait..no..please toji..!-" "save it," toji interrupted "i wanna feel that needy cunt clenchin' and cummin' on my dick" toji continued with that annoying smirk once again.
he sat up, pulling your legs up to his shoulders and putting you two into a mating press. toji lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing himself against your slit to cover himself in your slickness. then in one movement, he slammed his thick and hard cock straight into you.
caught off guard, you screamed out in pleasure and bliss. toji quickly covered your mouth with his hand, leaning down to your ear "be quite bun, wouldn' want to wake megs, would ya?" he whispered. you nodded in response, earning a kiss on your neck from toji "good girl bun, now stay quiet..." he muttered, beginning to slam his cock into you. this was a game to toji now. he wanted you to be loud but it pleasured him more to see you fighting to stay quite.
you fought back every loud scream of pleasure, trying to stay quite. megumi already had trouble falling asleep, now was not the time for him to wake up and ruin this. toji leaned down, sucking and biting your neck. you wrapped your arms around his torso, your nails digging into his skin to the point you nearly drew blood.
tojis cock was bruising your cervix, you could feel him getting closer. he bit down on your neck, his sharp teeth digging into the flesh. "im gonna finish inside...alright bun?" toji said through pants. you nodded, your lip bleeding from being bitten down on so hard. before you both knew it. toji did one final slam of his cock and knotting inside you, thick shots of cum shooting inside your cunt.
toji was leaned over top of you, panting hard, his body covered in sweat. toji slowly pulled out, flopping down beside you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest while kissing your neck softly. "sorry for waking you bun, couldnt help m'self" toji grumbled into you. you took a deep breath, finally slowing your heart down "well, we can still get some sleep before megumi wakes up for breakfast" toji nodded, breathing in your scent before slowly drifting off to sleep.
Tempting Your Wolfman Husband For Halloween (Wolfman x f!human reader)
NSFW. MINORS DNI
The last touches of your Catwoman costume were perfect.
The glossy leather bra clung to your chest, plunging low and leaving the tips of your swollen mounds exposed. Your bottoms were high-cut black shorts, no panties, and thigh-high boots that hugged your legs. The black cat mask with its pointed ears framed your eyes while leaving your blood-red lips and jaw exposed. You adjusted the ears and heard the sound of the door swinging open.
There he was. Your wolfman hubby.
Standing there, massive and terrifying in the best possible way. Two strong legs, chest broad and muscled, fur thick and rich, muzzle tipped with gleaming fangs. Handsomely lupine, fully dangerous, fully sexy, fully yours.
A vampire couple just a few blocks away had invited you to their Halloween themed party and you were thrilled to go. Your costume was a total last-minute improvisation, but your husband? He didn’t need to try. He’d go as a wolfman, sculpted chest and furry stomach exposed, only a pair of jeans clinging to his lean, dangerous form.
Now he was ogling at you all predatorily, already on edge. You knew your costume would have this reaction on him. You'd counted on that actually.
“Holy… damn,” he growled, his eyes bright and golden, raking over you. “Is… is that what I think it is?”
“Surprise,” you purred, swishing your tail (if you had one), but really just giving him a little sway of your hips. “I’m a catwoman this Halloween. What do you think?”
The shift in him was immediate. Fur bristled along his spine, fangs bared, the air around you thick with the musky scent of him. He leaned forward slightly, nostrils flaring.
“You… look… fucking incredible.”
And then he was moving, faster than humanly possible, pressing his chest to yours. Towering over you, your fourteen-inch heeled boots did little to bridge the gap — your head barely grazed his sternum.
One hand traced your side, fingers skimming your breast through the leather, while the other clutched your waist, hauling you up and impossibly close. You let out a soft sigh and wrapped your legs around him.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, and his muzzle brushed your ear. “Little wife… you’re making me feral.”
A tug here, a shift there, and your bra unclasped, slipping free. His tongue found your nipples, wet and hot, dragging it between his teeth. He pressed his hips to yours, grinding as he devoured your tits, each sloppy, wet lick echoing in the quiet room. You felt him, hard, heavy, throbbing against you.
“F-fuck…” you moaned, hands clawing at his furred shoulders, nails dragging across thick muscle. “You’re… you’re huge.”
“Aren’t I always?” He chuckled deep in his chest, a vibration that ran straight through you. “And you… you look too good, babe. Leather, curves, the little cat ears…” His voice dropped to a growl. “I’m going to ruin you tonight. Right here.”
werewolf who’s all puppy for his lil bunny (me)! just a big, giddy mess of needy licks, greedy nips nd bites across my nape.
werewolf that whimpers for permission before mounting me, knot-sore nd desperate, begging me for release.
werewolf that gets so pathetic nd eager in rut, desperate to mount me. he whines nd growls like a sad lil puppy bc his bunny always feels so good...
werewolf who overstuffs nd knots me. he doesn't even have to ask, but he likes being a good boy too much... he lets out the most adorable tail-wagging howls when he finally finishes... leaving me a broken, sobbing, fvcked-out mess for my sweet boy.
he promises to be gentle with me next time, nd i always fall for it, but he always grows more feral nd hungrier round after round beneath the full moon.
A/n: at first I was just gonna post this on my a03 account but I'll post this here for other wolf lovers :)) hope you enjoy<3
Warnings: minor injury description
Word Count: 3.2k
You were Wolf's partner, at least that's what you called yourself. You first met on Earth, and after killing a xenomorph and, in turn, saving his life, he offered you a place with him on his ship. With the lonesome life you lived on earth, you didn’t have much trouble leaving this world behind for a new, more exciting world. As expected, the start of you living with him was awkward and often left you feeling more like a prisoner than a possible partner, but as the months passed and you earned his trust, you were treated more like an equal. With that came the unexpected development of feelings toward that yautaj, but one thing remained the same. Wolf barely touched you. The only times he would was to get you out of harm's way or to get your attention. Aside from that, it was like he purposely trained himself not to touch you, but he didn't have a problem with you touching him. He never protested when you hugged him or let your hands linger on his skin much longer than usual, but even then, he wouldn’t often touch you back like he wasn’t used to receiving affection of any kind. The first few times you hugged him, he stood there awkwardly, mandibles clicking with curiosity, and his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion, but over time, he grew used to it. Though he rarely touched you, one thing he did do to show his appreciation for you was petting you. You learned early on that he wasn’t the talking type, so through his actions and body language, you figured out what his actions truly meant, and his head pats were his way of praising you. When you assisted him on more casual missions or hugged him, he'd pet the top of your head gently with a deep yet oddly soft growl of approval, and you savored it every time.
His culture and true personality were a mystery to you; he was painfully stoic, only ever showing emotions like anger, and rarely answered your questions about his culture. The few pieces of info he did give you, you managed to find out why he seemed so cold. In his culture, showing emotions like fear was seen as a form of weakness, so he concealed all his emotions except the ones that mattered, which were anger and mercy. His walls were built high, but you had no problem climbing them. You were patient and understanding with him, which made him trust you enough to do as you pleased around his ship, accompany him on missions, and get close to him. He didn’t show it on his face, but through his actions, you could tell he, too, was getting used to your company and started to like it. At least that's what you assumed. He wasn’t much of a talker, but the quiet sounds he made, the mild softness of his eyes, the way his muscles visibly relaxed around you told you more than he’d ever say. When you first met, you were terrified of him, like any person would be, but spending this time with him made that fear dissolve into something new: Endearment. You began to understand what he meant through his body language, and it was telling you that you weren’t the only one with feelings, but it also told you he was resistant to fully expressing them. That was until today.
Today was like any other day on the ship; you roamed around freely, entertaining yourself with anything you could find since Wolf was gone on a mission. Since he left you behind, you knew it would be dangerous, and that worried you. Wolf was a strong and smart hunter, an elite. On missions that seemed damn near impossible, he’d succeed with minimal injuries, but still, part of you couldn’t help but be worried. When he’d go on a dangerous mission, and you’d insist on joining him, he’d simply instruct you to stay put and watch the ship, but this time was different. When you verbalized your eagerness to join him, his words were harsher when instructing you to stay, not filled with anger but fear. Not for his sake but for yours. He knew whatever he was going up against would cost you your life if you came, so he did what he does best: protect you. Even if his mission was on earth, he knew you’d be safer here than out there. That alone made your anxieties skyrocket, so you forced yourself to straighten up the room he gave you in an attempt to silence your thoughts.
Being with him for this long meant your once boring walls were filled with an array of things you gathered from your trips with him and some things you took from your home planet. After a few hours of keeping your mind busy, you decided to nap until he returned, but as soon as you got comfortable, something violently shook the ship's walls. Outside, you could hear an explosion in the distance. You sat upright and dashed out of the room, trying to locate the source of the sound. In one of the ship's windows, you saw the explosion that extended for miles. You stared at the sight in terror, your hand retreating to your mouth to muffle a gasp you let out. You weren’t sure what caused that explosion, but you knew it had to have something to do with Wolf. Fear and worry stirred in your mind as you watched the smoke clouds darken the sky, hoping by chance that he wasn’t dead, but as time stretched on, your hope dwindled like a weak flame in a snowstorm. After the explosion, commotion erupted. Several helicopters and other aircraft flew into the grey, stained skies near the explosion, but there was still no sign of Wolf.
You paced around the eerily quiet spaceship, trying to make up excuses as to why that explosion happened that didn’t involve him, but nothing convinced you otherwise. It was like time was purposely slow, each second feeling like a minute, minutes feeling like hours, hours feeling like days. You could feel your chest tighten and your eyes begin to water at the thought of losing Wolf. You never admitted it to him, but you did love him. You cared for him, finding your life more fulfilling with him, and the thought that you could lose him made your heart ache like never before. The world behind you became a distant memory; the only thing you could focus on was the pain that grew in your chest. It felt as though a knife plunged deep into your heart, twisting back and forth to deepen the ache that burned in your chest. This mind-boggling pain continued until the sound of the ship's docking bay opening snapped you back to reality. You wiped away the few tears that crept down your cheeks and went to the docking bay, not before grabbing one of Wolf's spears just in case. You arrived at the bay, staring into the darkened world outside with the spear in your shaky hands, ready for whatever was about to come your way. Then, emerging from thin air was Wolf, one hand clutching his side tightly and the other holding his mask. His body was covered with his neon green blood and new scars he obtained from the fight. He was battered and bruised, but he was alive.
You ran towards him with a relieved expression etched into your features, feeling overwhelmed with joy knowing he was alive. You stopped a few feet in front of him and clasped your hands together over your heaving chest.
“ You made it back! Jeez, you sure know how to worry someone!”
You said with a light laugh, trying to brighten the mood and distract yourself from the worry that lingered, but his expression was unchanged. Stoic and emotionless. Cold even. Your smile faded as he inched towards you, your mind anxiously running wild as you stood there until he stood before you. You both looked at each other blankly, then, without warning, Wolf bent down and hugged you. His chin rested on top of your head as his free hand wrapped around you. You froze immediately, taken aback by his unusual display of affection. He had never once hugged you unless you hugged him, and the fact that he did this today, you knew something horrific must have happened. Your arms found their way around his sides, and you hugged him back tightly, cheek pressed against his strong, blood-stained chest without a care. Wolf never showed true vulnerability, never showed what he’d considered weakness, but through his hug, you could feel his walls begin to crumble. A purr rumbled in his chest, vibrating your ears in a way that comforted you. You could feel the mighty thump of his heart begin to slow the longer you held onto one another. You enjoyed this moment, relishing in his warmth, not caring that his blood now stained your clothes and skin. You both needed this more than you both dared to admit. As much as you wanted this moment to last forever, you slowly pulled back but his hand remained on your body, gently resting on your lower back. Your hands slowly slid from his back to his chest while your eyes traced over the new scars on his muscular form. A soft frown formed on your lips at the sight. He had obtained numerous scars in his many years of being an elite hunter, but it still pained you to see the new ones he’d get. You let your fingertips glide across his chest lightly, rewarding you with another deep purr from him.
“ I’m glad you're alive, Wolf…I’ll…I’ll go get some water to clean up this blood.”
You muttered softer than you intended, your voice laced with a gentleness that was new to Wolf. Reluctantly, you pulled away from him and went to gather some water. You moved swiftly as you grabbed water and rags; the feeling of being away from him for a minute felt unbearably long. While you were busy with that, he worked on getting the ship up and in the air, heading off this hellhole and back to his home planet.
With the bowl of water and rag in your hands, you ventured quickly down the hall and towards his room. Assuming he was still steering the ship, you walked into his room without knocking, keeping your eyes glued to the bowl as you placed it on the ground near his bed. You began to stand up, but stopped in your tracks when something caught the corner of your eye. Wolf’s foot. Your eyes slowly scaled up his legs, past his hips, and finally met his eyes. All but his lioncloth remained; all his armor, weapons, and fishnets were discarded elsewhere. You gawked at the sight of him, this being the first time you had the privilege of seeing his body like this, even if it was by accident. God was he beautiful, you thought yourself, unaware that you’d been staring at him. His head tilted down at you, and that's when you finally forced your eyes off him and covered them with your hand, embarrassment rushing throughout your body as you stood up and went to leave.
“ Sorry!- I didn't mean-”
“Stay.”
His voice cut you off, not offering but instructing you to stay. His voice, compared to earlier, was still rough but slightly softer. He wanted you to stay. His voice alone was enough to convince you, but that look in his eyes when you turned to face him truly made you want to stay with him. For the first time since he’s met you, his hardened gaze softened, his darkened eyes brightened ever so slightly, yet you noticed it clear as day. The warmth in your body grew like a wildfire, and the redness on your cheeks deepened from the look he gave you. You nodded your head, then stepped towards him, sitting on the edge of his bed, and then he joined you, keeping a few inches between the two of you. He scooped up the bowl and rag and slowly began to clean away the neon green blood that stained his body. Anytime he’d come back alone from his missions with new wounds, he’d always tend to them privately. You’d offer time and time again to help, but he refrained from letting you help or even sit in the same room as him while he aided himself. Now, however, here you were, sitting beside him, seeing him without his armor and watching as he cleaned the blood away. The walls he had built so high began to crumble, bit by bit, stone by stone. You were getting the chance to finally see who Wolf truly was underneath the layers of armor. You were so bewitched by his new appearance that you forgot to pull your eyes away again. Your lingering gaze wouldn’t go unnoticed. He finished cleaning the blood away and set the bowl and rag down on the floor before turning to look at you, leaning back on one arm with an amused look in his eyes. A deep laugh rumbled in his chest, snapping you out of your daze.
“Ahem- uh. You okay?”
You asked, voice cracking with embarrassment. He nodded slightly, examining your every move, from the way your chest rose and fell to how you subconsciously moved closer to him. Silence fell in the room, both of you not daring to let your eyes leave each other, then he pointed to the back of his bed. You glanced at it then back at him, tilting your head in confusion.
“What?- Nothing's there.”
“ Move there.”
He instructed like before, words roughly leaving his mouth, but not an ounce of malice or anger behind them. You assumed you were in the way of something he needed, so you quickly moved to the front of his bed, pressing your back against the wall and letting your eyes fall back on him when you got comfortable. Then he moved, not to the edge of the bed where you thought he’d go, but towards you. Your eyes widened as you watched him slot himself between your legs. He rested his chin on your stomach while his arms slithered beneath your legs and wrapped around your lower back. Your face flushed and your hands awkwardly raised at your sides, caught off guard by his out-of-the-blue, affectionate behavior, but enjoying it far more than you thought. Your heart boomed in your chest as you fixated on him, loving the feel of his skin against you and his face on your stomach. His muscles loosened, and a deep purr-like growl vibrated in his chest. You let out a breath you didn’t know you held, and slowly you dropped your hands, one resting by your side and the other hesitantly held the side of his face. His half-lidded eyes opened at the feel of your hand, but he didn't pull away. His manbiles twitched lightly, another purr filling the air as his face leaned slightly into your grasp. Your wide-eyed expression remained as you watched him in awe. He had rarely touched you unless you did first, and if you didn't, his hands would dare touch you unless necessary. But this time was different, he was the one to touch you first, and the one to cling to the other. He was the one who seemed to crave this closeness more than you.
“ What’s up with you, huh?”
You whispered to him, but refused to answer. He didn’t have to answer; you were smart enough to figure that out. He needed this. Wolf had always been alone; he was an elite hunter who was called on to clean up messes others left behind, but outside of that, he was alone. When he was hurt, he treated his wounds. When he was stuck, he got himself free. When he was in trouble, it was he who got himself out of it. He didn't need anyone else, nor did he call anyone. Why would an elite need help? When you joined him, his elite hunter mindset didn't falter. He could do this himself. He didn't need the help; he was more than capable of doing his work alone, but over time, he realized that relying on someone wasn't as terrible as he thought. He realized that having someone to help didn’t make him weak. It didn't make him weak to have someone tend to his wounds or have his back, but he was resistant to believing it. In his culture, weakness was frowned upon and punished. Every fiber of his being believed that relying on others for anything made him weak, so he refrained. This belief began to dwindle the moment he offered you a place with him. Your help didn't make him weak; in fact, it made him stronger in a way. You just being around, showing him in your own way that you cared about him, and how you'd go to great lengths to help him, made the sturdy walls he and his culture built so high begin to erode. He still honored his code down to the letter, but now he allowed someone to be by his side instead of staying alone.
When he came back from his mission, he expected to be met with his empty ship, but seeing you there, happily waiting for him, made something stir inside him, something that he had never felt before. Solace. If his anatomy would let him, he was sure he'd smile at the sight of you. But instead, he did what you'd do when you wanted to show appreciation towards him: he hugged you. He didn’t understand human affection, why humans seemed to need it, but in that moment, he finally understood why they did. It wasn’t a necessity; it was just nice to have. Nice to hold onto someone you cared for and vice versa. It was comforting to know someone would embrace you after your hardships. It was reassuring to have someone show how much they appreciated you when their words weren’t enough. And Wolf wasn’t a yautja of many words, so he showed his thanks through actions, affection in the human way he was unfamiliar with but willing to understand. Willing to learn because of you. So he leaned his mandibles into your hand more, savoring the warmth and comfort he had never known he wanted or craved till now. He took off his physical and mental armor, letting what hid beneath them be shown to you with worry or shame.
Your heart wished for something like this, but now that you had it, your body didn’t know how to react. Your heart rattled in your chest, and your face flushed so intensely that you were sure that your face would burn your fingertips. When the initial shock finally wore off, you let yourself fully enjoy the moment. Your body melted into his touch, letting your thumb stroke his mandible while your other hand reached for his dreadlocks, gently running your hands through them. When you touched him before, he merely acknowledged that you did, not showing any sign he liked it, but now he did. He purred, the sound resembling a lion's purr, mighty but very cute. You smiled warmly at him, your lovestruck gaze never shifting away from him as you continued playing in his dreadlocks. You both cherished this moment as if it would be the last time, but the way your bodies were intertwined, you knew this couldn’t be a one-time thing.
a/n: Hopefully you guys enjoy this and my portrayal of him!
Hiiii, I just wanna say first, I absolutely adore reading your yautja fics.
I've had this little scenario in my head for a while. It's a bit silly tbh, but here goes.
I've read loads of fics where the yautja kindaps reader or something of the sort...
For context, I use glasses and would be completely blind without em'
What if the reader is taken.. without their glasses.... and when they wake up, they're just squinting the whole time.
Maybe when he enters the room where the reader is being held, the reader has to get really close to try and figure out who the fuck took em.
I KNOW ITS SILLY BUT ITS HARD TO FIND FICS WHERE READER EXPLICITLY WEARS GLASSES OR SOMETHING IDKKK
Blindsided
Pairing: Wolf (male Yautja) x GN!Reader
Word Count: 2958
Summary: You find yourself in a situation that you stupidly created for yourself. Your car is totaled and morphing into the trunk of a tree. All in the middle of a heavy rain storm. The work day was shit. Now this. Only get's worse then you're ripped from your car and kidnapped by an unknown figure. All while you lose your glasses in the process.
Author Note: As for someone with good eyesight, I honestly don't think about this. I do want to make a character with glasses though. I usually write my Y/N as vague as possible but I'll happily put in glasses or being far/nearsighted. Thank you so much for your ask! Enjoy.
Masterlist
Ao3
Maybe there’s a reason you should be put on the ‘no drive’ list. Smoke curled from the hood of your crumpled car. The thin metal had easily given way to the strength of the tree you had slid into. The road was soaked from the current rainstorm. Lightning lit up the sky, nearly blinding you with each flash. Not that you could see very well anyhow.
An irritated groan left your lips. Not only had today been horrible, work about killed you too. It had been about a fourteen-hour day as well. From the first thing after you get there is a containment breech that left three of your coworkers dead and five injured. All serious to minor. Worst of all, the creatures couldn’t be contained. Three missing. Three of the most dangerous aliens to be found. All because someone left a door unlocked.
Idiots.
The facility wants you to be back at the grounds in less than eight hours. With all that’s happened, you just wanted to go home and pass out in the comfort of your bed. But no, the universe had to show you how much it hates you. You wanted to smack your head against the steering wheel until this horrible dream ended. All to wake up back in the warmth and peace of your home. Yet, this isn’t a dream. It was real life.
You pulled your phone out of your center console. The hope in your chest vanished at the sight of ‘SOS’ at the top right of the screen. A curse left your lips. The state of your care made it impossible for it to make it another inch. There’s no cell service on your phone. The weather would make a trip to the nearest civilization difficult. You didn’t have the energy to walk that either.
Curse everything!
Lightning flashed mockingly above you. The dark forest looking creepier by the second. Thunder rolled in afterwards. Rain crashed down on your totaled car. Only option now was to sit and wait out the storm. In a car that shouldn’t be on. But if you turned it off, who knows if you’ll get it back on? The heat was necessary.
How long will this storm last?
The trees thrashed around in the wind. You transferred over to the passenger seat and grabbed the blanket you had in the backseat. The fabric was pulled over your slightly trembling form. From how fierce the storm was, you could tell it was going to be a long night. A sigh left your lips before settling into the seat with the blanket over you.
Despite being on the edge of sleep, the hairs along your forearms and back of your neck stood up. The hazy feeling of sleep instantly drained form your veins. You opened your eyes but only the darkness of the night greeted you. Yet, deep down, you knew something wasn’t right. Your heart began to race, beating wildly in your chest while all you did was sit there, unmoving.
Something was watching you.
What could be out here in a storm like this?
All you had for defense in your car was an old tire iron. Possibly deadly in your hands. At least, you were in the safety of your car if a creature like a bear or mountain lion decided you’d be a good snack. But your heart stopped. Three of the creatures were still missing. No one knows if they’re on base or escaped passed the razor wire fence that surrounded the facility. If even one of those comes after you, you’re already dead meat. There’s not even a chance for survival against one of those. Not with a tire iron.
For a brief moment, the sky lit up with streaks of lightning. Your eyes wildly scanned the dim forest for a single sign of life but came up empty-handed. You didn’t know if you wanted to know when it was coming. To see your death coming or be surprised to feel your last breaths come then go. The latter sounded much better.
Another flash of lightning. You scanned rapidly from right to left. A shrill shriek echoed in the interior of your car. You didn’t have time to fully process what was happening or to form a thought.
The passenger side window shattered, sending a spray of glass all over you. A grasp tightly wrapped around your neck and yanked you out into the storm. Rain splashed down on your trembling form, swiftly drenching you like a wet dog. The grip around your throat hardened, forcing less air into your lungs. Your legs wildly kicked at what felt like a tree but had to be the thing that had you. Your nails scrambled against slick metal until they finally found flesh to dig into.
Screams and pleads for your life were left either unheard or ignored. Darkness already filled your vision. The crash of thunder and frantic trees ebbed away. The feeling of weightlessness filled your mind, your body. Then… nothing.
When your conscious returned to the forefront of your mind, you jolted awake. A sharp intake scratching your throat. Warmth blanketed your form. A groggy grumble left your chapped lips. Internally, you questioned what had caused you to feel this way. But the memories slammed into your mind. Your eyes snapped open only to realize everything was blurry. As if you had been left without your glasses. Blinder than a mole.
You forced your body to sit up. There was a soft light above you that offered no comfort. Since you couldn’t clearly see anything around you. You go to slip off what felt to be a cot only to realize something metal was attached to your ankle. Confusion morphed your features. Your hands reached down and felt a metal clamp around your ankle. A thick chain attached to it. You tugged on the chain only to feel it come to an abrupt stop. It was attached to something. Either the floor or wall.
Did… did someone kidnap you? And chain you up?
Before you had a chance to start putting the piece of the puzzle together. You head the soft hiss and whoosh of air coming from your left. What’s left of your sight pans over to the sound. Your muscles freeze at the realization that your kidnapper had just entered the room. Something in the shape of a human struts over to you. Whoever this was, was massive. Towering over your form on the cot. Yet, all you could see was a blurry shape.
Warm, callused fingers ensnared your throat and yanked you towards the figure. It only made your vision worse. Yet, you couldn’t mistake those yellow blobs as nothing else but eyes. Bright, yellow eyes that bore heated holes into your skull. Your breath caught in your throat. This wasn’t something humanly possible. Nothing had eyes like that.
“Your kind meddles in things it shouldn’t possess,” a deep voice growled in your ear. The sound caused vibrations to travel across your skin. Goosebumps growing along your forearms. Your hands trembled in your lap. The grasp around your neck tightened, threatening to cut off your air supply completely.
Though, you may not be able to clearly see the danger in front of you, you were able to feel it down to your bones. Like a dark cloud hanging over you. This was a danger you weren’t going to survive.
“The imbeciles that run that facility you work at released three hard meats. I’ve corrected this wrong.” At least, you could feel a little relief at that fact. “There is more wrong I need to correct. You will show me how to enter that place and aid me in exterminating every hard mat in there. Understood?” the voice hissed. A demand that left you no space but to agree or else you leave yourself up to death at his hands.
And you were far too young to die. There was still one large issue though.
“I-I would love to be of help then dying but when you kidnapped me last night. You, uh, made me lost my glasses. I can’t see without them,” you explained to him, nervous about pissing him off more. He did have his large hand wrapped firmly around your neck. One wrong move, on twitch could end your life in a second.
The hand loosened minutely. “Glasses?” his deep voice rumbled in confusion. Your mouth opens to explain but he beats you to it. “Is that why you didn’t have an adverse reaction to seeing me?” Is that something you’re willing to admit that you truly can’t see without your glasses?
You forced the lump down in your throat. “Possibly?” you told him then put your head down in shame. The hand touching you finally slipped away, leaving only the heat tingling on your skin. “Yeah…. Honestly, all I can make out are blurs of a humanoid shape and your yellows eyes. But… you’re not a human, are you?”
There was a pregnant pause that filled the air. You picked at a couple of hang nails along your fingers.
A deep sigh escaped the creature in front of you.
“No.”
If he wasn’t human, that would mean he’s an alien. One able to mimic your native language and talk to you. Or anyone for that matter. Then, your whole body froze. He had to be those creatures that hunt the xenomorphs! The very ones that Weyland-Yutani was desperate to capture and study. There’s only talks about the creatures around the facility you work at.
“I’m going to be honest with you. It’s going to be impossible for you to get in there. It’s locked down like a fortress.” It was weird you wanted to help him or at least warn him of the dangers. You may be a scientist and have a passion for research. That didn’t mean you didn’t have a heart. He hasn’t hurt you per se. All he’s done is kidnap you and threaten you with a show of force. “And the moment they catch wind of you trying to break in, you won’t have time to flee.”
The blurry figure leaned in close, so close you finally saw his alien features. Your breath hitched, body tensing up.
“That’s why I’ll have you.”
His only upper mandible quirked up either in a smug smirk or cheeky smile. It was difficult to tell since the other side of his face looks like it was burned from acid. His bottom two mandibles twitched. His one good eye seemed to glow in the dim light as he stared down at you.
“And you will get me inside.”
That didn’t sound like an offer.
There was still one large issue concerning your sight. If it took him being less than a foot to see clearer details about his face, you would be useless in the break in.
“What about my glasses?” you asked and forced the lump in your throat down.
A grumble sounded in the back of his throat. He stood back to his full height an gazed down at you. His one good eye intensely observed you. You sat there, stiffer than a board. Then, he found whatever he was looking for. A simple poke to the metal brace on his forearm and the anklet popped off. His large hand wrapped around your bicep and hauled you to your feet. You stumbled, unsteadily for a few steps as he drags you out of the room.
It's only across the hallway where he drags you into a new space. You barely had time to comprehend what just happened. You’re lifted onto a metal slab and forced to lay down. A strap was tossed over your chest and quickly sinched down.
Panic surged inside of you. Instantly, you tried to pull the strap off of you. But the band felt like it could down the alien himself. Cloth cuffs soon wrapped around your wrists then ankles, locking you in place. You continued to try and fight him, yet the battle had already been lost. Lastly, he sinches a band across your forehead. What was he doing?!
“Please stop! Let me go, please,” you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Why are you doing this? What are you doing?!” The bands held you in place. You quickly tired yourself out and laid there, panting up a storm.
He continued and grabbed something from a table behind him. The alien turned around and hold up something that stone in the low light, full of a glowing blue substance. You felt your blood freeze in the your veins.
You renewed your efforts to free yourself despite knowing deep down, it was futile. Terror gripped your heart. The alien stands at the side of your forced grave and leans over you with a calculated look in his one good eye. One hand pinches your jaw and firmly holds you in place along with the cloth band across your forehead. He brings the silver thing closer to your face until your blurry sight focused on the device.
A syringe.
“Please no! Don’t do it. Why are you doing this?” you cried and pleaded. But the creature didn’t falter in his movements and brought the tip of the need towards your wild eyes. “God, no!” Was he about to stick a need into your eye?! “Stop it.” Yet, your cries fell to deaf ears.
The needle pierced the white of your left eye. Pain exploded inside of your skull. He pressed down on the plunger and sent the blue liquid into your eye.
If you thought the pain from just the needle entering your eyeball was bad. Whatever was inside the syringe tenfolded the pain. Easily.
Piercing screams echoed around you in the small, sterile room. Your entire body thrashed against the restraints with a renewed energy born from violence and agony. A burning sensation began behind your left eye. If it wasn’t for his bruising hold on your jaw, you would’ve bitten the alien.
Everything grew in fever. The edges of your vision began to darken. Until your sight turned back and the pain vanished.
When you came to an unknown amount of time later, there was a throbbing in your head that refused to let you slip away again. A hoarse groan left your lips, voice ruined. Your memories come back to you in patches until the last thing finally hit you.
Your eyes snapped open only to slam shut once more. Blinding slight forced you to seal yourself away from the real world. You curled up into a ball on your side. The light didn’t help your painful headache or the whole body aches you had. Another groan passed your chapped lips. Whatever happened to you, it was all to be blamed on the alien. Wherever he is.
A warm, callused hand gripped your already bruised jaw and turned your head.
“Open your eyes, soft meat,” a semi-familiar voice demanded of you. Speak of the devil.
Part of you wanted to deny him, to make him beg, to make him work for it. Yet, deep down, you knew the alien would force you to meet his demands though. Gingerly, you pried your heavy eyelids open again despite the light and blinking a few times. It took you a moment to clear your vision.
Clear your vision.
At the distance he was at with you, your sight shouldn’t have been able to focus on the smallest detail. To see the varying depth of cloudiness in his left eye. All the different pockets from the burns on the same side. The wrinkles of an age much older than you.
In your stupor, you reached up towards his newly revealed facial features. A firm hand latched onto your wrist, fingers overlapping a thumb.
“The treatment worked,” he stated with a grunt then released your wrist. It dropped back to the slab of metal you were on.
You pushed yourself into a sitting position. “What did you do to me?” Your voice was soft and vulnerable, not accusing him of anything. This felt like a dream besides the pain ringing in your head. “I can see so clearly.” It was a miracle after living in blurriness for a majority of your life.
He stepped back. “You stated your vision was terrible. I corrected that,” is the plain explanation he gave you. You were hopping for more than that but you weren’t going to pry. Not after the miracle bestowed upon you. “Now hat you can see clearly, you will help me enter your facility and destroy it.”
Right. That.
As you thought about refusing, guilt swelled inside of you. Yeah, he kidnapped you but he fixed your sight far better than any surgery could. You worried on your bottom lip. It didn’t look like he’d take ‘no’ as answer anyhow.
“What do you even want from there?” What could he possibly need from a research facility? There were two more of those xenomorphs left in the place. But, he was willing to destroy the entire place to do that?
The alien leaned in close, his one good upper mandible twitched. “All you need to know is they took what isn’t theirs.” Ominous but a threat laced under his words. You swallowed hard. “And I will retrieve it.” A promise. A shudder ran through your body.
Finally, you relented by giving him a nod. “Okay… but we’ll need to go back to my car. My ID badge is in there. It’s my only way into the facility.” He studies you or a moment before grunting.
The trust between the two of you is rocky but you’ll have to make due. For your survival.
• Reader is quite self-centered (this is only apparent from her own inner monologue)
• "Naemun middle school" is stolen from the webcomic but it's not the actual middle school that Wolf went to.
• I also do steal some character names from the webcomic but it doesn't connect to the canon.
A few weeks have passed after you had stepped into Naemun middle school with you trying the best to be nice and friendly to anywho in your class.
You can't bear the thoughts of slipping back into the void of loneliness that you felt when you were still in elementary school. Hence that's why you end up feeling obliged to agree on playing truth or dare with your group of friends that you succeed to join in.
Three boys and two girls, including you, gather in a pattern, circling your desk and with a half-emptied water bottle in the middle of the table. Everyone seems to take turns choosing to answer a question or doing something stupid which someone else spews out as it was the consequence for getting picked by the water bottle.
You guess it is your lucky day because even though there are bubbles already building up from the water as it has been spun around for a while, you have not had the water bottle to pick you once. So, you take the chance to just laugh around and enjoy the light atmosphere.
Oh.
Maybe you speak too soon.
Now, everybody's gazes are on you as the water bottle has finally decided to direct itself to you. Well, you think it would be boring if you actually didn't get the chance to participate at least once, so you are not mad about it.
“Oh! Finally it is your turn!” Jane cheers up while playfully hitting your shoulder several times as if she has won the gold medal.
“Truth or dare?” You glance up to Grape, whose real name is Sam, when he asks the question. You don't know why he prefers someone to call him “Grape” when you think “Sam” is more suitable for him.
“Truth.. I guess?”
“That's really no fun.” You just chuckle lightly as a response to Wesley’s comment.
“Ooh! I got an interesting one!” Jane exclaims enthusiastically, her excitement is really apparent as her words are practically rubbing themselves in front of your face.
“What is it?”
“Who is your crush?”
There is a moment of silence before Jane receives a loud smack from Giju.
“You call that interesting?” Giju is clearly not impressed with the question, he quickly adds some grumbles, complaining about how Jane basically wasted the opportunity.
“Well.. the question has been given, so what is your answer?” Grape shifts your focus from Giju and Jane to answer the question.
This isn't supposed to be a hard question really, but you still find yourself diluted in confusion where your finger doesn't know who to point to. After all, you are a new student here so you have very little knowledge of who is the most popular or the most good-looking. You also don't really keep updates on gossip or rumours which makes the question even harder to answer with a straight response.
Hesitation is probably written all over your face as you quietly scan the almost empty classroom. It is still recess, making most of the students hanging out outside of the classroom.
Your gaze lazily goes from one student to another, from a guy wearing glasses with a weird hairstyle to a guy silently doing his homework, but no one has successfully captured your attention fully.
Then, your eyes land on someone's desk, someone who sits right behind you. His desk is left with a little mess behind with his stationery scattered around the table and a black Kanzo jacket hanging on the chair’s backrest.
“Wolf Keum.”
“What..?” Wesley asks with his eyes sharpened towards you as if he is seeking for a clarification that his ears are still functioning perfectly.
“My crush is Wolf Keum..?”
“WHAT?” Now, Jane leans closer, shoving her ears near your lips, signaling you to repeat yourself, possibly not convinced by your previous statement.
“I said my crush is Wolf, okay?!” You turn your voice in a higher tone, feeling a bit frustrated as you have no clue what's so odd with the idea of you liking him.
“Tell me you are joking right now.” Jane holds both sides of your shoulder with surprise decorating her face, making it as if she just heard an announcement stating that the zombie apocalypse is starting.
“Why? I can't like him?”
“Don't you know that Wolf is a bit-” Jane immediately responds to your confusion before getting hit again from Giju, resulting in her not finishing her sentence.
“Oww.. Can you stop hitting me!- Oh..”
You glance up to meet purple hair whose bangs have been cut really short above his thick eyebrows, all while a half rimmed glasses emphasizes his sharp gaze.
How long has he been there?
There is no second guess that Wolf has heard your sudden confession. Strangely, he doesn't even spare you a look and walks past your group towards his own desk, back to his usual routine of drowning himself to the table, crossing his arm and making it a support for his purple head.
The atmosphere is filled with tension. Everyone doesn't dare to let out a sound, while glancing at each other as they silently give signals to decide that the game has come to an end.
They exhale a sigh of relief when the bell rings, meaning they have a reason to go back to their own desk or classes, which Jane, Wesley, and Giju are in a different classroom. Only you and Grape are in the same class, but he sits quite far from you.
Your heart is pounding really fast, you are able to hear your own heartbeat even when your classmates' voices are bouncing off the walls as they fill up the classroom. You sense the heat rising to your cheek, fighting the urge to slam your head to the wall nearby.
You are embarrassed.
In the middle of class, you try to turn your head a little to steal a glance at him a few times, expecting him to glare at you, but each time you look at him, he is still in the same position, glued to the table as if he is built like a statue.
Now, you are annoyed.
You are not irritated at him but more annoyed with yourself. Somehow, deep down in your mind, you half-expect him to be at least bothered by the fact that you admitted to liking him. But the way he is showing no interest or even annoyance regarding the matter, it makes you feel frustrated at yourself, feeling vulnerable that you come to realize you are the only one spiraling in a loud mess of thought that you, yourself, make.
Repeatedly glancing at him in the middle of class is no help either, it just shows the desperation of you trying to search for a reaction from him which you won’t get any time soon, he just acts like he never even have heard your voice before. It is a bitter pill that is hard to swallow, he simply doesn't care about you liking him. That bitter pill pains you because you… care and your ego is slightly crushed by the lack of his reaction.
What kind of response are you expecting from him? To like you back?
Well, no.
So why are you waiting for his response?
It is probably because of the familiarity of getting overlooked by others, which you always felt when you were in elementary school, comes rising up and pools in the edge, making you can't sit still in your chair.
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After school, you walk home together with Grape and Jane as your houses are close to each other. Grape and Jane are talking with each other, sometimes their conversation almost escalates into arguments, which you don't pay attention to.
Your laughter is always delayed, only after they laugh for a few seconds that you know you should laugh as well. Even your footsteps are often slowed at some moments before you realize you are a few steps behind them.
Not only do you realize the odds, Grape and Jane are also noticing how weird you are being right now.
“..Did Wolf say something mean to you?” Jane’s voice makes you snap back to reality, getting yourself out from drowning into buzzing thoughts. Your head faces her as she looks at you with worry stitched onto her face.
“Uh..no..?”
“Are you sure?” Grape asks when he can clearly see the dripping uncertainty from your answer.
“You know, forget what he said to you. He is just weird like that!” Jane wraps her arm around your shoulder, acting like a support.
Well actually, he didn't even say anything which makes you feel worse as you think that being cursed at is better than him not giving two ducks about you.
“Whatever, Wolf is not someone you should be crushing on.” You almost miss it when Grape warns you with a low voice as if he is telling a top elite secret.
“Why?”
Jane and Grape are staring at each other, which you feel like they are having a full conversation, communicating with eye contacts and nods as a language between them which you don't understand.
“I don't know how to put it.. he just has some screws off..,” Jane pauses for a moment before continuing, “he doesn't really talk or have any friends, and.. he likes to fight.”
“Well? I thought you said Grape also had been into a lot of fights.” You point out the obvious because you don't understand what is so strange about Wolf getting into fights. Maybe because he looks a bit nerdy and quiet? Hence that is why it is weird?
“No! Wolf is different!”
“Why-” You still don't get it, what is so different from him to another middle schooler.
“Enough. He is a crazy guy, so don't try to get close.” Grape cuts you off, not letting you question further about Wolf. Grape walks faster as he takes bigger space each step, leaving you and Jane behind. He seems a little sensitive with discussion on Wolf which you haven't really quite discovered the reason yet.
All you can think of when walking towards your home is Wolf. You thought that you would forget the unfortunate event quickly, but after having a know of Wolf being called crazy, it piques your interest more, silently drowning you deeper into a spiral of thoughts until you don't realize that you are suffocating from the lack of rational judgements.
You want Wolf’s attention.
Won't it be great to have someone like him as a friend? Since he is not the type to make friends, what if you are the first friend of his? It would probably heal some of your crushed pride if you can make him notice you.
Won't it be such an ego booster?
You acknowledge the reasoning behind your desire to be friends with him is twisted and definitely far from normal. However, you are determined and already set your mind on how to make him actually give a duck about you.
Note : I just want to test this out, I don't really know how I feel about this. I want the reader to have a much stronger foundation and motivation to put in an effort to be friends with Wolf. Though, unfortunately, my English is not very good so I think my words don't capture her strong desire enough to make you guys relate to her. (• ▽ •;)
I'm also very inspired by @nocturnekalopsia I admire her writing very much!
I suppose this fic is only relatable for those that have already experienced this kind of situation.
May it be my words don't make sense or it's too strangely put, I shall say my sorry here.
Hopefully you enjoy the journey of reading this and do not expect anything from a stranger like me. (・–・;)ゞ
