silvermoon-soliloquy
I'm a Writer, I Guess
This is where I write the things I never want the people I know to see and hope you never find my other accounts 🔞🔞🔞 [NO MINORS] If you are under the legal adult age in your country, this is not the page for you, apologies and thank you.
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I Want You
I want you.
I want to hold you.
I want to hold you so tightly, like you’ll disappear if I let go.
I want to claim you.
I want to claim you so that everybody knows you’re mine, and mine alone, and let you claim me, too.
I want to fuck you.
I want to fuck you so deeply the boundaries between our bodies vanish, like ink in water, and become inseparable.
I want to love you.
I want to love you until you love yourself, until you deem me worthy.
I want you.
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End of semester finals week stress, wrote this after submitting a project. I can't wait to spend my break writing <3
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Person 1: I can't eat any more, it'll go right to my thighs!
Person 2: *handing them another serving* promise?
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This is getting embarrassing👩🍳 I am not okay about her
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Slow vs Fast (Quick) Burn
Hello, before I release a new story for you all (as my plan is to always have two stories running at the same time, at least), I wanted to explain my use of slow versus fast burn.
If you don't really care about this and just want the new story already, I'll see you there soon 👋
Slow burn and its counterpart fast burn (I called it quick burn, don't @ me) refer to the speed in which two characters get together, as basically as I can define it.
Slow burn makes you wait, has you agonize a bit (or a lot), and when they finally get together, you as the reader are rewarded for your patience. Some slow burns are slower than others, but the usual definition (that I use for my stories under Tumblr post format) is that it takes more than three posts for them to get together, but usually more than that.
In fast/quick burn, they get together within three posts, usually less, and sometimes relationships fizzle out just as quick as they are formed, but you'll just have to wait and see if by the end they stick it out or if it implodes.
If you hate waiting, fast burn is for you.
If you crave the build up, then I'd suggest slow burn.
I will try to have at least one of each category actively updating at a time to keep the scales balanced. Of course, by the nature of the fast burn, the lengths of these stories tend to be shorter, so there may end up being more fast burn than slow in my masterlist, but I hope you don't take this as favoritism over one or the other.
On that note, just because something is fast burn doesn't mean that it'll be only a few chapters. I have a fast burn I've been working on that is planned to have as many chapters as a slow burn would, but of course, the fun stuff happens right in the very beginning, since it's a fast burn.
I hope this helps anyone who wasn't familiar with these terms (and was perhaps confused by my use of quick burn instead of fast burn, my apologies, that's just what I've grown up calling it -- rest assured, it's been changed in my masterlist to avoid any possible confusion)
See you all in my next story! 💖
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They got rid of yellow text and I am very sad because now my rainbow will be incomplete 😓
(in all seriousness I know why they did it, because yellow on white is hard to read and they removed it for better accessibility, which I'm glad they're thinking of for readers who would have trouble reading such text.)
It would be cool to have yellow available if you're in dark mode, though, but I digress. I'll miss yellow, but I'm happy they're taking a step towards better readability and accessibility.
Anyways, RIP for yellow 💛
(and yes I know they changed this ages ago by now, but I'm just getting around to posting about it)
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a woman told me "Pretty thing like you shouldn't have to do hard work," when I tried and failed to get a heavy box I was trying to donate out of my car and hmmmmm if I don't get fucked in the next two seconds I'm going to explode.
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Gone by Moonbreak Masterlist
Gone by Moonbreak has many chapters (and will have many more), therefore it is being moved to its own masterlist. Here it is ⬇️
Part One [sfw] Part Two [sfw]
Part Three [sfw] Part Four [sfw]
Part Five [sfw] Part Six [coming soon]
Main Masterlist
#masterlist#wolf#werewolf#werewolf x reader#female reader#sfw until its not#size difference#slow burn
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Please Don't Wake Up
(Part Six)
Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and you're sleeping over when you get hard and can't sleep; you try to rub one out quietly and not wake him up, you'll be mortified if he notices, but then he starts to stir...
cw: nsfw, m!reader x m!bf, oral (m!rec), handjob, voyeurism, mlm, thigh fucking, bottoming, small dom/big sub, pwr bottom/soft top
a/n: this is the product of 3 am horny fantasies, I apologize in advance; if you're looking for slow burn, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
[image is a couch from ikea, don't judge me]
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Back from your thoughts, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly. “The only thing you’ve ever ruined is my sanity,” you said, taking a hand to caress his flushed face.
“How long have you…? I told you the truth, J. I fell in love with you that first year we met. I denied it and lied to myself, but I eventually accepted it, and I haven’t been able to shake you since. Now it’s your turn. Spill,” he demanded, his cheeks burning.
He looked as although he could almost cry. You cupped his cheek and softly ran your thumb across his face.
“Since the very beginning, before I ever had the chance to say a single word,” he confessed. Bee looked at you, flabbergasted.
“I didn’t realize it until I started dreaming about you in college, though. I think I lost too many brain cells in high school, college didn’t help, but maybe it finally shook something loose in that stubborn head of mine.
"At first, when you came into my dreams, I’d wake up feeling so ashamed and guilty I was using you like that when I didn’t even feel that way for you. When you started popping up before bed, though, I knew something was up.
"It took a lot of googling, and a lot of sleepless nights, but I eventually figured out that the reason I stopped all those years ago was because I literally couldn’t look away. You made me flustered with a single look, and my heart was an absolute mess.
"I was an oblivious idiot and I still am and I’m honestly not even convinced I’m not dreaming right now, and I don’t think I’ve ever said this many words in my entire life, and-,” he interrupted you spiraling with a gentle kiss that, for lack of better words, made you feel loved.
“I love you, J… I’ve loved you for over ten years, even if you are an oblivious muscle head that made me wait,” he breathed, as if raising his voice would break whatever spell the two of you were under.
You kissed him back, deeper than he had, both your hands wandering to places they were more than happy to be again.
“You made me wait too long…,” he whispered against your lips. “How was I supposed to figure it all out? You’re the smart one, remember?” you finished as he gasped underneath your touch.
“Stereotypical jock,” he scolded, making you laugh. “That I am, darling, I’ll just have to make it up to you in other ways,” you grinned, sitting up and gripping his ass.
“You better,” he said. “It’s been a while, I have a few ideas,” he added. You grinned like the cat that ate the canary.
“I did mention the years of guilty wet dreams, right? Well, now that the guilt is gone, there’s more than a few things I have in mind,” you said, running your tongue over your teeth while you stared at his thighs and thought of the lists you’d been making during this entire conversation.
“Well,” he exclaimed, leaning back and laying down, sprawled across the couch for only you to see.
“We’ve got time, get to it. You’re not the only one with lists,” he smirked demandingly.
Ah, goddammit.
You were never sleeping, again, were you? But, then again, there are worse things in the world to keep you awake, and who better to stay awake with than him?
You laughed, deep and slow, your eyes devouring him as you towered over him without your body even having to.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
THE END
Masterlist
#male reader#best friend#reader x best friend#mlm#power bottom#soft top#minors dni#minors do not interact
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Please Don't Wake Up
(Part Five)
Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and you're sleeping over when you get hard and can't sleep; you try to rub one out quietly and not wake him up, you'll be mortified if he notices, but then he starts to stir...
cw: nsfw, m!reader x m!bf, oral (m!rec), handjob, voyeurism, mlm, thigh fucking, bottoming, small dom/big sub, pwr bottom/soft top
a/n: this is the product of 3 am horny fantasies, I apologize in advance; if you're looking for slow burn, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
[image is a couch from ikea, don't judge me]
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His face painted with worry made you want to kiss him until he didn’t have the air or the mind left to think such things. For a moment, when you first met him came flashing in your mind.
The final year of middle school, you’d just transferred in that September. Your mom had gotten a new job, and they paid her a lot of money to move, so you had to leave your whole life behind for a new one.
You didn’t think you’d make friends so easily, but when you played football in gym glass, you and everyone else realized that maybe there was more to you than met the eye.
You tried out and made the youth football team, even though you knew it would only be until high school started.
On your way home from practice one day, you saw a kid with an instrument case sitting on the floor outside the music room.
He was staring at the ground, clutching the handle of the case. You didn’t know what it was, but something made you stop.
“Um, hi,” you said, and he slowly shifted his gaze to you, glaring up at you from the floor. “What do you want?” he grumbled, and the second your eyes met his, your heart skipped.
Flustered, you scrambled to find a reason you came over.
“Uh, I just saw you waiting, and I- I don’t know, when I looked at you, I just, um, I wanted to say hi? Sorry, if I’m bothering you…,” you rambled, feeling guilty about bothering him.
He had looked surprised, like he hadn’t expected what had just come out of your mouth. For some reason, it made you feel even guiltier. You just wanted to go home, leave this mess of a conversation, if it could even be called one, and never see that boy again.
You started to turn away and opened your mouth to apologize again, but the boy jumped up and grabbed your sleeve. You whipped your head and your eyes met, locked there, both in shock at what had just happened.
“Uh, sorry!” he exclaimed, releasing your sleeve and throwing his hands up. “I didn’t mean to- never mind, sorry I was crabby, I’ve seen you with the football guys and we’re not exactly friends,” he confessed.
Oh. Your heart sank. Did he think you’d be mean to him? Seeing your facial expression made him panic.
“Not that all football players are bad! I’m sure there are nice ones, I just haven’t met them! I mean, I’ve met you, and you’re nice, and I-” he shook his head, exasperated.
“Sorry,” he stated, words escaping him.
A stupid thought came into your head. You were almost sad he had let go of your sleeve. You wanted him to do it again.
You felt the urge to get closer to him; when he looked up at you, your heart did all sorts of weird things, and you couldn't stop thinking about holding his hand and sitting next to him just to stare into his eyes. Was this…friendship?
You’d grabbed his hand after that, and talked the rest of the evening, until the last late bus from school came, and you had to leave.
The rest, as they say, was history.
You became quick friends, with him nicknaming you J, since he complained your name was way too long.
When you went to high school, you got into the junior varsity team, and he joked he’d have to call you JV from now on.
People heard, and the name stuck. You’d always felt a little sad you didn’t come up with his nickname yourself.
Bumble Bee, for the piano piece he played in the school music showcase everyone was mandated to attend.
He played it with such ferocity, people started calling him Bumble Bee. You shortened it to Bee, and others followed, laughing that it made sense, the way he always followed you, buzzing around like a little bee.
It made you laugh, and you never noticed that the shade of red he turned whenever you brought it up, or when you called him that, was something more than embarrassment.
Something so much more.
Part Six
#male reader#best friend#reader x best friend#mlm#power bottom#soft top#minors dni#minors do not interact
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Please Don't Wake Up
(Part Four)
Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and you're sleeping over when you get hard and can't sleep; you try to rub one out quietly and not wake him up, you'll be mortified if he notices, but then he starts to stir...
cw: nsfw, m!reader x m!bf, oral (m!rec), handjob, voyeurism, mlm, thigh fucking, bottoming, small dom/big sub, pwr bottom/soft top
a/n: this is the product of 3 am horny fantasies, I apologize in advance; if you're looking for slow burn, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
[image is a couch from ikea, don't judge me]
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You swallowed your reservations and reeled in the glee, before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. Mouths parted and tongues danced as you kissed like the air from each other’s lungs was the only air you could breathe.
A wayward hand of yours left his thighs to play with his hair, the moans that escaped the airlock you had created confirmation for you continue.
You could have spent all night kissing him, if his hands didn’t wander to your dick. His slender fingers wrapped themselves around you both, sliding up and down as he kissed you even deeper.
“Shit,” you hissed when he started going faster, your mind numb with desire, every nerve on fire with his touch. “Wanna go inside?” he whispered into your ear before gently biting it. You didn’t even need to answer, but you did, anyway.
“Yes, please,” you begged. “So polite,” Bee replied, leaning back. His eyes never leaving yours, he slid his middle and ring finger into his mouth, sliding them wet and glistening off of his tongue. With a steadying breath, he moved them to his ass, slipping them effortlessly in.
“I’ve done this a lot, picturing it was you, you know…,” he confessed, bending down to take you in his mouth. At that moment, all you wanted to do was rail him. Fuck him, claim him, and make him yours and yours alone; bury it so balls deep inside of him that you’d just fuse there and become one so he could never leave you.
“Fuck,” was all you could say to the possessive thoughts and the way he swirled his tongue around you. He kept going while stretching himself with another finger, and you watched as his face slowly became more and more undone before you.
The vibrations from the moans he was making while his mouth was busy was enough to send shivers down the entire length of your spine. Suddenly, after a while, he leaned back, leaving you there, wanting, waiting, before quickly reclaiming his spot atop your legs.
“I can’t do this, anymore, just fuck me, please,” he pleaded. “Gladly,” you replied honestly, running your hands along your favorite of his features. Guiding your dick with his hand, he slowly let you slide into him as he lowered himself down.
“It’s tight,” you breathed, leaning into him, resisting the urge to buck your hips every time he moved. Bee laughed again, yet another new sensation to remember as it made his muscles contract around you.
“More than anyone else you’ve been with?” he joked. You moved in front of his face and gently brushed the hair out from his eyes. “I was never interested in being with anyone else,” you answered seriously, staring into his surprised eyes.
“But I thought you and-?” you cut off his question with a long, desperate kiss. You grabbed his chin and turned his head, playing on his ear with your tongue. “I lied,” you whispered, gripping his thighs and snapping your hips, before moving him just a little bit faster.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, holding onto you tighter. “Fuck, do that again,” he begged, and you were more than happy to oblige. A new pace set, you finally got your wish of railing him like you’d wanted.
A mess of limbs, pleasured voices, and strained curses, you fucked him, just like he asked. The sounds your bodies made when they slapped together would ring in your ear like the aftermath of a loud concert for hours, you thought.
You didn’t really mind.
He really was a gifted musician, with the symphony he was conducting, and you were honored to be his accompaniment. You’d have made music with him for hours, if your bodies didn’t betray the idea.
Breathless, you both collapsed into a heap on the couch. In an apparent moment of post-nut clarity, Bee pushed himself up on your chest where he had been laying and looked you in the eyes.
“I didn’t just ruin our friendship, did I?” he asked.
Part Five
#male reader#best friend#reader x best friend#mlm#voyuerism#thigh fucking#power bottom#soft top#minors dni#minors do not interact
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Please Don't Wake Up
(Part Three)
Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and you're sleeping over when you get hard and can't sleep; you try to rub one out quietly and not wake him up, you'll be mortified if he notices, but then he starts to stir...
cw: nsfw, m!reader x m!bf, oral (m!rec), handjob, voyeurism, mlm, thigh fucking, small dom/big sub, pwr bottom/soft top
a/n: this is the product of 3 am horny fantasies, I apologize in advance; if you're looking for slow burn, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
[image is a couch from ikea, don't judge me]
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You couldn’t take your eyes off of his lower half while your brain caught up to the present situation. “You’re…,” your voice trailed off while your best friend squirmed under your gaze. “What did you think would happen when you touch me like that?” he whined.
You didn't understand what he was saying. Was he out of his mind? Sleepwalking? Were you insane???
You started inching away from him, but he grabbed your wrist and held you there. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked seriously. You shook your head in lieu of an answer.
You honestly didn’t know.
“No running, not from me. You better take responsibility,” he demanded. Responsibility? Respons- Oh my god. Oh my- at the very suggestion, your entire body tensed, and your once satisfied cock stood right back up at attention, enticed by the scenarios all simultaneously playing out in your head.
You must have relaxed a little, because your legs had come down from your chest, giving him a full view. “I suppose I have something to take responsibility for, too,” he grinned, licking his lips.
What was even happening right now? While you were busy trying to figure that out, Bee was more concerned with getting rid of any and all clothing separating the two of you.
After sliding off his shorts and pulling off his shirt, he grabbed yours by the bottom and practically ripped it off of your body.
“Fuck,” he cussed involuntarily when he saw your naked chest. You didn’t really know what was happening, but your body had enough sense to just let it happen.
When he sat on your lap, however, you couldn’t help but question.
“Why are you…?” you asked open-endedly. Bee glared at you, draping his arms over your broad shoulders. “I’ve had a crush on you since middle school, you clueless idiot,” he pouted.
You looked at him, confused. “But we’ve known each other since…,” your mouth hung in shock. He laughed, and the shaking of his naked body against yours was a new sensation that you never wanted to forget.
“You’re finally getting it, aren’t you?” he smiled.
“I’ve been waiting, very patiently, and I admit to getting distracted along the way, but she’s gone, my apartment’s empty, and I am done waiting. I can’t pin all the blame on you, I only figured out you like me the last time you slept over. I caught you touching yourself then, too,” he grinned hungrily, his teeth pressing over his bottom lip.
Your face flushed at the realization that he had once again been watching.
“I've seen you doing it before, at almost every sleepover we’ve had… You’re not as quiet as you try to be, and I sleep a lot lighter than I’ve led you to believe. Normally, I just take the torture of being able to watch, but never touch, and wait until you’re asleep to deal with my own ‘problem’, thinking I could never have you. But last time? Last time you made a mistake. You called out my name,” he stated.
Your heart skipped. You had, by accident, and you thought you might have woken him up, but he had seemed to be asleep. He should switch careers from music to acting, you thought.
“So, JV, your secret’s out, and so is mine, so can we please fuck each other before I go insane, because I think I just might if I have to masturbate by myself one more time, thinking about you touching yourself with my name on your lips,” he demanded, grinding on your lap.
Instinctively, you jolted, your hands finding purchase on his thighs. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. They felt better than you’d imagined.
Soft, supple, thick, but giving just enough for your fingers to leave dents where they gripped. Bee breathed in sharply, arms tightening around you.
“I’m taking that as a yes?” he questioned.
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Part Four
#male reader#best friend#reader x best friend#mlm#voyuerism#thigh fucking#power bottom#soft top#minors dni#minors do not interact
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Please Don't Wake Up
(Part Two)
Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and you're sleeping over when you get hard and can't sleep; you try to rub one out quietly and not wake him up, you'll be mortified if he notices, but then he starts to stir...
cw: nsfw, m!reader x m!bf, oral (m!rec), handjob, voyeurism, mlm, thigh fucking, small dom/big sub, pwr bottom/soft top
a/n: this is the product of 3 am horny fantasies, I apologize in advance; if you're looking for slow burn, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
[image is a couch from ikea, don't judge me]
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Caught red faced and red handed, you shot up and covered yourself with the blanket. “J?” his sleepy voice asked as he sat up slowly, the sound of his nickname for you sending you spiraling. Your heart raced and beat against your chest, your stomach churning with adrenaline and guilt. “Yeah, Bee?” you answered softly.
The shame of using his nickname back only further sending you down into degenerate shame.
“Why are you still up?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. Before you could stammer out an answer, his eyes drifted to the tent you were making, your raging erection only growing bigger with the attention.
“Oh…,” he realized, not taking his eyes off of it. “You haven’t finished, yet?” he asked nonchalantly, wrapping the blanket around himself. “What do you mean-,” you stammered, but he interrupted you.
“We’ve been friends for how many years now, JV? I know you need to jack off to sleep, it shouldn’t be weird at this point. Why, is something wrong? Do you need help or something?” he asked, placing a hand over his mouth as he yawned.
Your brain was short circuiting, trying to understand.
“I-,” you struggled. He dropped his gaze and looked at you from the tops of his eyes. “Why so guilty?” he asked with a grin.
Oh no. No no no. You knew that grin.
He was curious, very curious, and he wouldn’t stop until he found out what you were hiding. Absolutely relentless, he stood up, the blanket dramatically dropping to the floor as he made his way over to you.
Panicking, you gathered the blanket around yourself, hugging your knees, and your dick, as close to you as possible, which at your height, seemed ridiculous.
“J…,” he said, his voice dipping, resting his arms against the couch on either side of you. You were trapped, his face inches from yours. “What are you hiding?” he asked slyly, as if he already knew.
You shook your head violently. “Nothing, I’m just-,”
“Just hiding something from me?” he cut in. “I’m not!” You defended, but he wasn’t giving up. “Come on, you can tell me, I wanna know,” he egged, hands sliding down to your sides, but your arms weren’t budging. “What are you hiding in there?” he exclaimed, managing to rip the blankets off of me.
As the blankets got pulled from underneath me, so went my bottoms, leaving me naked, and very much afraid. I slammed my legs shut and covered myself with my hands, practically on the verge of tears.
“Nothing! I’m just hard! Now stop it!” you cried, and your friend’s eyes went wide. “Why is that so much bigger than I remember…,” he mumbled, cheeks tinged slightly pink. Your whole face went beet red, another moment of curiosity for him.
“You’re burning up,” he commented, leaning in closer to place a hand on your forehead. Resting his knee in front of your legs, his bare skin just barely pressed into your already over-the-edge-nethers, sending you through the roof.
Without thinking, you reached around him and clutched the back of his shirt, a sound he didn’t know you made escaping your throat while your body shivered.
“Did you just…,” he asked, but words, along with shame, had all but left the two of you, your breathing haggard as you clung to him.
In this moment, it was just you and the smell of him that you wanted nothing more than to have stayed pressed on your skin. Having lost your senses, you wrapped your other hand around his waist and pulled him closer.
You found the soft spot along the side of his neck and lingered there, resisting the urge to mark him and leave a line of hickeys to spell out your name.
“JV?” he whimpered, breaking the silence, and your trance. You pushed yourself away from him, startled by your actions.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so-,” you began, but for a moment, you had to ask yourself if you were dreaming.
The breathless, burning face you’d only ever seen in your dreams was right there in front of you, biting his lower lip as he looked down at you, hard, pulling his shirt down over his briefs to hide, but you had already seen.
You knew.
You stared at his erection, just as he had yours, and a funny little thought crossed your mind:
Does he dream about you, too?
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Part Three
#male reader#best friend#reader x best friend#mlm#voyuerism#thigh fucking#power bottom#soft top#minors dni#minors do not interact
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Gone by Moonbreak
(Part Five)
Summary: You go mountain hiking in pack territory and overstay your welcome, but before the hungry wolves surrounding you can make their move, a wolf bigger than anything you've ever seen comes to your rescue, scooping you up and taking you back to his den. Will you try and escape? Or will you accept his help and find yourself torn between making your way back home or back into his arms?
cw: this chapter is sfw, but the next parts will and will not be (they will have the proper cws, so you'll know which ones are which)
a/n: this one's slight slow burn, if you're looking for immediate gratification, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
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With your father’s compound safely tucked away in the passenger’s seat of your car, you set off towards the closest open hunting grounds.
With a flash of your permit badge at the entrance, you parked your car and donned your hunter’s orange, before entering the familiar forest.
Your father would take you here every year to hunt with him. You learned how to snare rabbits, fire a bow, and of course a gun, but you never liked the noise.
No, you loved the feeling of pulling back the string, the power at your fingertips. With rifles, the power came from the powder, all you had to do was aim and pull the trigger.
With bows, that force came from you. Sure, with compounds there were pulleys to distribute the weight, so not all of it was from your arms, but you weren’t crazy enough to try and pull that much weight on your own, you’d tear your shoulder off.
After a long day of tracking, searching, and waiting, you were proud of your final work. An eight-point, not a bad catch, and would be good enough for a gift.
You hauled the buck to your car and secured it, logging it in and beginning the journey back to the mountain.
The drive was silent as you hyped yourself up for what you were about to do. Was this the best idea? You ignored your rampant thoughts and focused on the road.
Before you knew it, you’d arrived at the trailhead where the wolf had dropped you off. “Back to the beginning, and the end,” you mumbled, hopping out of the driver’s seat.
You released the deer and dragged it to the exact spot the wolf had left you. About to leave, you paused.
How would the wolf know that it was you? You had been handling it without gloves, sure, but wouldn’t the hand sanitizer cover that up? You pondered this long and hard, an idea popping up when you had all but given up.
You ran back to your car and grabbed the yellow bandanna you had left there, the one you had been wearing when you and the wolf met.
If the wolf didn’t recognize the color, surely this smelled like you. As a precaution, you rubbed it against your neck and forehead, hoping that that would be enough for the wolf to get the message.
You didn’t want your savior thinking you were ungrateful.
The sky began to shift colors and you quickly went back into your car and started the engine. No way in hell were going to be here anywhere close to moonrise ever again.
Slapping it into gear, you practically floored it out of there, only slowing down when the road signs told you you had left the park area.
You knew their territory ended at the trailhead, you knew the parking lot and roads were safe, but you still were unsettled. You wouldn’t be off edge until you pulled into your driveway, unlocked the door, and bolted it shut behind you.
Even when you did, there was still that lingering feeling of being watched, of uncertainty.
You had hoped that dropping off that deer would help assuage your worries, but they had only compounded.
Did the wolf get your present? Did another get to it first? How stupid were you to leave that bandanna behind? Would they follow you home? Was leaving that deer there a breach of the peace agreement? Had you started a war? Were you going to be the first to die?
You washed up for bed and got into your pajamas, but the anxious thoughts followed you beneath the covers.
As if to confirm your worst fears, there was a large thud and a scratching at the front door. Shakily, you got up to investigate. A rifle in your hand, you loaded it as you walked towards the door.
You placed your trembling fingers on the handle, but a noise from the other side made all your worries instantly melt away.
“No, it couldn’t be-,” you whispered under your breath.
Without another thought, you clicked the latch and swung open the door. Behind it was a towering body of white-grey fur, and staring at you a familiar pair of ice-blue eyes.
Part Six (coming soon)
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Gone by Moonbreak
(Part Four)
Summary: You go mountain hiking in pack territory and overstay your welcome, but before the hungry wolves surrounding you can make their move, a wolf bigger than anything you've ever seen comes to your rescue, scooping you up and taking you back to his den. Will you try and escape? Or will you accept his help and find yourself torn between making your way back home or back into his arms?
cw: this chapter is sfw, but the next parts will and will not be (they will have the proper cws, so you'll know which ones are which)
a/n: this one's slight slow burn, if you're looking for immediate gratification, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
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Your home felt different when you finally reached it. It appeared almost alien as you set down your back to unpack.
Everything was where you left it as you put your things away. The bed was unmade, just how you liked, the couch covered in blankets and pillows.
The bathroom was warm as you showered off the unidentifiable myriad of dirt, grime, and werewolf slobber from your aching body.
You quickly made yourself canned soup for dinner, lacking the strength to do really much else. You ate in silence as you watched out your window, the living room illuminated only by soft candlelight and the glow of the crescent moon.
When your bed called, you went crawling in, burrowing yourself in the sheets. “Yes, this was home,” you thought.
But even as you sunk into the familiar mattress, something kept irking you, lurking at the corners of your mind, hiding in the dark recesses of your consciousness. Something was wrong, was off, different than you remembered it.
Oh. You saw what it was, now. You no longer felt safe.
Gone was the feeling of security you had always had in your home, replaces by the ever-looming presence of hungry jaws and itching fangs. The one who saved you came flashing back into your mind.
Why was that one different? Why did they save me and then let me go? You tossed and turned with no clear answer in sight.
“Urgh!” you exclaimed, sitting upright in bed. The debate was killing you. “I don’t care anymore! I’m home! Why am I still thinking about it?!” you grumbled.
You threw off the covers to go pace the kitchen. Maybe a change of scenery and some walking would help you settle your agitated mind.
“Should I do something?” you wondered aloud. No, that’s preposterous, what more could you do? What else, besides staying home and being content with your life, the life you almost lost?
What would you possibly do, get the wolf a present or something? You stopped pacing. Your brain seemed to like the idea.
But what would a werewolf even want as a present?
You sat down at your kitchen table to write down some ideas. A biscuit? No. You crossed off the idea. A collar? Squeaky toy? A new bed? No. No. No.
Why were the only gifts you could think of for dogs? You knew the wolf was also part person, even though werewolves very rarely show humans their other form, but why could you only think of him like your pets?
What was something he’d actually enjoy?
Suddenly, an idea came to your head. You got up from the table and went into your closet, pulling things out and moving others over, until you found exactly what you were looking for.
“Perfect,” you smiled. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”
Part Five
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Gone by Moonbreak
(Part Three)
Summary: You go mountain hiking in pack territory and overstay your welcome, but before the hungry wolves surrounding you can make their move, a wolf bigger than anything you've ever seen comes to your rescue, scooping you up and taking you back to his den. Will you try and escape? Or will you accept his help and find yourself torn between making your way back home or back into his arms?
cw: this chapter is sfw, but the next parts will and will not be (they will have the proper cws, so you'll know which ones are which)
a/n: this one's slight slow burn, if you're looking for immediate gratification, I have other stories in my masterlist for you
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The morning music of birds rose you from your pleasant rest. Gosh, you hadn’t slept like that in ages. Maybe you should get a dog. Or a boyfriend.
Why not both? You’d shoot for both. Dog first, though, boyfriend later. Maybe you’d get another husky.
You did find yourself missing their funny songs.
When you tried to roll over, you realized you couldn’t. The wolf’s paw was over you, his head looking down, eyes on yours.
“Um, hello,” you said, startled. The wolf stared. “Good morning?” you tried, and the wolf answered with their wide tongue licking your face. You laughed, not at all remembering the same kind of creatures trying to kill you just last night.
Your laughter only seemed to egg the wolf on, and they got up and stood on top of you, licking your face, their tail wagging, and this combined with the laughter made it difficult to breathe.
Finally, when you really had had enough, you shoved their face away from yours, shouting “Enough! Enough! Stop it!” and the wolf surprisingly listened.
The wolf backed off and gave you room to sit up as you wiped their saliva off of your face. Sighing, you looked at your backpack and the forest outside. You got up to grab it, but the wolf behind you whined.
Looking back, you swore they looked sad. With another sigh, you slipped your bag on and stood in front of the wolf.
“I have to go home,” you said softly, gently running your hands through his thick coat. “Do you think you could take me back to where you found me?” you asked, hopeful.
There was a long silence, before the wolf went behind you and picked you up. Once again, you were watching the trees zip past as the wolf carried you in their mouth.
The trip was taking longer, this time, you thought, but you trusted the wolf enough to not kill you, at the very least, dare you even suggest they might like you.
After a while, you started recognizing the trees.
“Hey, wait-,” you started, but the wolf plopped you down before you could finish. You quickly turned around and there it was, your car.
You looked back hurriedly, but the wolf was gone.
You blinked a few times in disbelief, before what happened sunk in. You were out of the forest. You were safe. You could finally go home.
In a daze, you took off your bag and grabbed your keys, unlocking your car. Oh, how you missed your car.
Sometimes the chipped paint and splotches of rust made you regret choosing a better mortgage over car payments, but now? Now you wanted nothing more than to crawl inside and just let the car take you home.
With one last look at the forest that almost claimed you, you hopped inside, clicked your seatbelt, and made your way to the ranger’s outpost to tell them you weren’t dead and they wouldn’t be finding your severed head at the trailhead.
After reassuring them you were fine and signing the logbook, somehow avoiding telling them what happened with well-crafted lies about spending the night in your car, you submitted your photo at the summit as proof of your accomplishment and sped off home, putting Almost-Certain-Death Mountain in your rearview mirror.
Part Four
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