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xoxoamyas · 5 months

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rating : more hurt than comfort, but the comfort is still slightly there. a few death implications and ritual mentions

dark wolf!wilbur x gn!reader [ use of you/yours, no use of y/n ]

☆ . dark wolf just wants to help and chat with you after the day you've had. at least now you know he's there for you, even if you can't go to him with everything. <3

note : considering turning this into a bit of a mini series of sorts. might put more lore to it and maybe give it a better plot to go with. i really love this concept, though

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It had been a long day, and you were just trying to settle down.

You were just laying down on the bed in the room the club had provided, staring up at the ceiling. Remembering the prior events of the earlier hours in the day, nausea coursing through you as you tried to figure out your next moves.

You were just an undercover detective trying to figure out the missing persons reports paired with the sightings of blood. You had gotten the lead that it had all sourced down to a “book club” of sorts, likely to be a cult.

After a week of getting to know them, convincing them you were worthy of joining. You couldn't believe yourself. You got in, but at the price of another's life, a final testimony of sorts is what the leader had called it.

Guilt gnawed away at your chest, a feeling of unease and queasiness hitting you hard. You had taken a life that didn't deserve it, and it hurt more than it initially did.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know you had participated in a ritual, something that bound you to the cult. The leader had promptly given you a name, said to have been chosen by the “Dark Lord” himself.

A timid knock at your door stalls your thoughts. Breaking your staring contest with the ceiling in favour of looking at the door. Silently contemplating, since you were meant to be asleep.

Screw it, is essentially your next thought process. Standing up and moving towards the door, clicking it unlocked and cracking it open. Met by a familiar brunette with pretty hazel eyes. A flash of surprise crossed his face before he gave a grin, happy that you were up and assuming he hadn't disrupted you. You decide to open the door up a little more, leaning against the threshold and offering a smile. An awful attempt at willing the bad feelings away.

“You did really well tonight,” Dark Wolf, who you had come to learn as Will, smiles widely. His palms pressed together before his fingers moved to tangle and fidget within one another.

“You told me earlier, Wolf, I know.” Your tone is as light as you can make it, trying not to seem so tight and upset. Based on the slight furrow of his brow, you didn't do a good job at hiding that.

“Can I come in?” He asks, but doesn't give any time to answer. Pressing a hand to the door and walking into your room anyway. He's quick to start looking around as you huff out a laugh, closing the door but leaving it unlocked.

“Yeah, sure you can, Wolf.” You cross your arms over your chest, a frown tugging on your lips as you watch him. At some point, he moves to sit on the edge of your bed, looking at you again.

“You can call me Will.” Dark Wolf- Will nervously speaks as his gaze softens a bit before becoming almost unreadable. It always unsettled you when a member would show an emotion that you could put a name to something so unfamiliar right after.

You nod a bit in understanding. “I know, it'll just take a while to get used to it.” Stepping closer to Will, you sit beside him with a bit of space between you two.

This was the first time one of the members had shown up after curfew hours to talk with you. It was odd, especially since Will was so obedient and quick to follow the guidelines. It just goes to show you have to get to know the members of the club a bit more.

“Thank you,” He suddenly says, pressing his hands together as a nervous habit in the process. Unable to look at you anymore as his gaze becomes trained on the closed door.

“For what? I didn't- I don't think I did anything?” You’re more confused than anything, unsure of whatever he was thanking you for.

“For finishing the initiation and ritual.” He speaks just a bit clearer, finally turning to look at you. Something between vulnerability and admiration in his expression. “I like that you're a part of the club now.” He gives a small, soft smile, almost shy looking in the process.

For a moment, you don't know what to say. On one hand, you're ready to cry and have the biggest mental breakdown in the world. On the other hand, he actually looks kind of sweet at the moment.

“I just- I know how hard it was after I did my own.. trials.” He swallows a bit, moving a hand up to tug at the collar of his shirt. “I'm just here to let you know I want to help if you need anything.” He gives a slightly bigger smile now, visibly nervous. He came in knowing there was a chance you'd turn his offer down.

“I appreciate it, Will.” You hum out, unsure of what else you can say. Taking a breath before nodding. “I'd love your help. Getting sorted within the club, y'know?” You give a semi-false smile, one leaning towards awkward over the situation.

Guilt started to gnaw at you once more, this time for a different reason than before.

Will visibly grows excited upon being given an answer, one that he liked no less. He nods almost ecstatically. “Well, I'll show you everything tomorrow, if you want! We'll get your own copy of the book, too.” He stands up, already coming together with a plan.

“I think we're going to be really good friends!” He chimes out, momentarily turning on his heel to face you again. This time, moving towards you with quick ease, taking a hold of one of your hands. “You're going to love this place even more than you did before, I'll make sure of it!”

And it's like your lungs are suddenly being restricted. You're doing this for your job. You mentally remind yourself. An unease edging its way into each of your systems as you watched every move Will made and half-heartedly listened to most of his words spoken.

“Will,” You start, bringing your free hand up to lightly grasp his wrist. Ignoring your heart that felt like it was going to palpitate right out of your chest. “I'm sorry to cut this short,” you start and almost instantly regret it as his brows furrow and his lips tugged into a worried frown. “But can we do this tomorrow? I'm tired after the ritual.” You wanted to spiral by yourself, be left to your own thoughts on what to do from here because now you were in too deep.

“Oh- uhm.. yeah, yeah! Of course!” Will gives a more nervous laugh, retracting his hands from yours and wiping them off on his shirt. He's got a more shaky smile now as he presses his hands into his pants pockets. “You want me to go?” The undertone of the question he asks essentially alluding to if you wanted to be alone.

You nod.

“Yeah, if you don't mind? I just need to gather my thoughts.” You hum a bit, watching as he takes his turn to nod and move around slightly.

Will glances around your bedroom one last time before at you, something on his mind. He decides to save it for when he thinks it will be right for you. The man turns around and heads for the door, hand finding the knob and lightly opening it.

“Have a goodnight,” He says, turning back once more to look at you again. Slight worry crossing his features for just a moment. “I'm just down the hall if you need anything.” The indirect offer of him letting you go to him was nice, but just made a chilly feeling settle in your bones.

“I'll keep that in mind, thank you, Will.” You offer a small smile, watching as he gives a curt nod before finally leaving your bedroom. Closing the door behind him and taking a moment to stand there before slowly trailing away to his own bedroom.

You sigh, left alone once more.

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toiletwipes · 11 months

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like a ritual | lycan!wilbur

~2.3k words / aha. I'm back! Again, another fic for another au. this time! For @drop-of-void 's wolfbur. [Wilbur has to leave with the pack, and when he comes back, he's covered in blood. And he's hot.]

Title from RITUAL by Waterparks

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If we're being honest with ourselves, making pasta in the middle of the night wasn't on the bingo card for the week. However, your lover is out for a while. He said at most he'd be gone for a day but it's been two, verging on three and fuck it, yeah you missed him.

And you can't help but stress and at the same time you went to bed without dinner for some reason, hoping that he'd be back when you woke up. Didn't work and now you're stuck, watching the pot of water slowly boil as the seconds tick by.

Looking towards the fridge, you see the drawing Tallulah had on the fridge and you smile, leaning closer to it to press a kiss onto your two fingers and thus onto the paper when you touched it. She's been staying with you ever since the Pack had to tend to matters in the forest and since he mentioned it might get messy, she's safe asleep in your spare bedroom, which is slowly but absolutely turning into her own. She's even got her own sheets she's picked out by herself.

You lean away from the picture, minding the noise as you pick up the small box of pasta, looking over the ingredients when you jump out of your skin, hearing a sudden rap of knocks at the backdoor. With it being clear, your heart stops at the sight of Wilbur. Wilbur, dripping head to toe of blood. You curse, turning the stove off and moving the pot to the sink, you wipe your hands on your night shirt.

His head had been pointed down but when you unlocked the door and slide it open, questions coming out a mile a minute, his eyes didn't leave your face.

"Oh my gods, Wilbur-" you toss a look over your shoulder, lowering your voice more, "what happened, are you hurt, injured?" You ask, looking him over and yeah, every inch of him is covered in blood. "Get inside, you'll freeze like that." Nevermind he's a giant dog that normally is burning hot like an oven when he's human. He takes slow, heavy steps inside the cottage as you move to the oven, taking the towel from there. You lift your hand to wipe his face but his hand wraps around your wrist, the other coming up and his long fingers grip your chin, silencing you as he presses a wet kiss into your mouth. Not completely silencing you, the quietest whimper he's heard since the two of you started having sex.

"I've missed you." He says when he pulls away after a minute, sharing warm air as he stays with his nose pressed against yours, and just like that, he's stealing the breath from your lungs, moving his mouth against yours and pulling you closer. Hands coming up to frame your head as he presses deeper into the kiss.

You need air but more importantly- you need him clean. You know in the morning the blood will be a bitch to clean. You also know that in the morning, you might not get out of bed. It's been too long since you'd seen him, it's true. But you'll be damned if you let him get blood everywhere.

"Will," you say, against his mouth, trying to get him to stop, going as far to press your hands on his chest, gently. You'd never actually be able to push him away but you need his attention. The growl comes out of his throat but you feel it in your chest. "Will, you're covered in blood."

He doesnt say anything, pulling away from your lips briefly before he's nudging your head up as he bites bruises into your neck. "You don't mind."

"When it's on me. But you're going to get it everywhere- let me clean you up." You can see his attention is piqued. "Kiss me in the shower and I'll get the blood off of you." He doesn't waste a moment, reaching down as his hands wrap around your back, down into the back of your thighs, hearing you gasp as he lifts you into the air. Your weight is nothing to him, carrying you like you're a bag of feathers.

But the fact he can do that, combined with the feeling of his fingers pressing into the soft, sensitive parts of your body… and then of course, how much you liked seeing him soaked in blood. Don't get me wrong, the blood will suck getting it out of the kitchen. However, his undivided attention trained on you, how the blood shined on his jawline and had his hair sticking to his head. It left a rather attractive image in your head. And should you find yourself alone with enough time, you'll definitely be revisiting them.

Ducking into the restroom, he presses you into the counter, his fingers digging into your waist, squeezing as you start to peel the clothes off of him. You started with the long sleeve, and man, tossing it into the hamper made you wince. The wet slap against the bottom reminded you of the morning you had waiting for you but Wilbur stole your attention again, taking your distracted state to kiss at your exposed collar one, biting and licking his way up.

"Come on," you gasp, "you've still got clothes on you." He lets you pull his white tank top off, er, it was white when you'd handed it to him when he was packing. There's blood still clinging to his body. And he still had pants on. (He already kicked his shoes off when he got inside.) You get the button undone on his pants and smile into his impromptu kiss, shoving your cold hand into his pants, knowing it couldn't hurt. And it makes his hands squeeze tighter around your waist, groaning into your mouth as you stroke him a couple of times, letting him jerk his hips as you swipe your thumb over the head.

Pulling away, he moves to shove his pants down and you take the time and space to turn the shower on, making sure it was warm enough in time for Wilbur to pull you back, tugging at your own clothes while he kissed along your jawline.

The night shirt and shorts come off, and neither of you say anything when he doesn't find underwear to tear off. But he gives you a look and you know he is affected by that fact too.

Guiding the both of you into the shower and under the water, you let him sigh in the space between your mouths, pressing your foreheads together. "You're late." You say, and he looks up, face and hair still covered in blood, making your heart skip like it's a teenager.

"Ambushed." And with that, he kisses you again but you know better. You move him under the water and snatch the sponge hanging on the wall, and squeeze the bottle of body soap onto it, you wipe him down, scrubbing a little in some places. It takes a bit of time, neither of you particularly in a hurry but when you guide the water to wash the soap off, you know Wilbur is one quick step away from fucking you against the shower wall. You move quickly, squeezing the sponge and grabbing the shampoo. He lets you shampoo his hair, closing his eyes against the soap and water.

Washing it out and letting him massage the conditioner in, you clean yourself a little bit, avoiding your hair as you knew he would not want to wait anymore than he has to. He's clean and when he opens his eyes, he's well aware of the fact. But when you move under the water, he rinses you well before he's pushing you against the cold, shower wall. Sliding his hands along your body before slipping around your waist to pull you flush against him. You can feel him hard against your backside and you bite down on your lip, biting back the whines you need to let out.

"Darling.. I've been patient and let you clean me up, be good and let me have you now, alright? Can I have you now, sweetheart?" He begs in your ear, his hips grinding against you and melt in his embrace.

"Yes." You whisper into the steaming air.

He kisses your neck, feeling him smile against your skin before he pulls away. "Do you need to be stretched?" One of his hands moves away from your waist, reaching down to presumably prep you but you shake your head. After you woke up, alone, you felt needy. You had already stretched yourself.

"That's my darling." Your heart flutters, at the praise and at the feeling of his cockhead sliding over your hole, feeling the precum on your skin, teasing for a second before he presses in and a hand clamps onto your mouth. It's his. He's trying his best not to moan so loud by biting down on your shoulder. He doesn't move for a moment, having been away too long in either of your opinions. Then he pulls out and slides back in, slow and quiet and sweet and he lets go of your shoulder, moving to whisper against your ear, "be good for me and stay quiet, yeah?"

Not a second later, he's cruel by starting at an insanely cruel pace, snapping his hips and bending you forward, hands planted on the wall. And then one of his hands slides down from your hips, presumably to get you off but he stops, right where he can feel himself moving inside of you.

And then he presses against your lower tummy, and you whimper, the pressure adding so much more to the feeling of his cock bruising your insides. "Do you feel that? You take my cock so well, darling, you're practically made for me." He says in your ear, going so far to pull one of your hands off the wall to press against your stomach, and fuck, yeah you could feel him moving inside of you.

You cry out but he shushes you, covering your mouth as his other hand reaches down, sending your head spinning. "Be good for me, stay quiet, sweetheart. Shh, stay- stay quiet." He's close, you could feel it. It's so soon but it's been too long. You wish simultaneously he never leaves you again but that he does leave, so you get this kind of sex when he get back.

Both of his hands now reach down, between your legs as he squeezes your thighs, digging his nails into them as he chases his climax, grunting into your skin as he pushes faster and faster into you, pushing you over the edge and coming right on his cock while his hips stutter and you feel his cock spill inside of you. You know this is the first of many rounds. He slips out after a moment, cherishing the feel of your skin against his.

And soon as the both of you are dry, after your insistence, he picks you up again, kissing you as he walks you two to your shared room. He kicks the door closed, locking it before he drops you on the bed. You adjust yourself but he keeps you on your back, locking your legs around his waist as he slips back inside of you, soaking your strangled moan in with a kiss. "It's okay, my perfect sweetheart. You take me so well, just made for my cock." His pace is just as brutal as it was in the shower, fingers digging into your legs as he squeezes.

"You did so good, taking care of our pack while we were gone. My darling. Sweetheart." He pants, his mouth trailing down sloppily to your chest. And lacing your fingers, he pushes them down on your lower stomach. The both of you scramble to cover each other's mouth, trying to push the moans that came out between your lips back in.

Once you two were sure there wasn't any tiny footsteps outside of your door, you gave him a grin under his hand, licking his palm. He didn't tear it away, grossed out. He gave you a grin of his own and tucks his hand between your two bodies, swallowing your gasp in a messy kiss, spit making the kiss slick.

Your second orgasm washes over you this time, tossed over the cliff when he timed his thrusts with his hand focused on you. He came inside again.

Once he pulled out this time, you expected him to get a rag or something, even just lying next to you. You hadn't expected his tongue eating his own come out. He throws your legs over your shoulders and he gives you both of his hands to hold onto as he fucks your hole with his tongue this time.

When he finally stopped, he already gave you a third orgasm and hadn't bothered to hide his smile when he clipped the fourth one short before you could enjoy it much.

He leans back on his thighs, looking down at you. Naked, damp skin while you panted. And you reached out for him. He takes your hand in his, panting as he leans over you again to kiss the back of it and flips it to kiss your palm. "Have I said I missed you yet?"

You hum as he leans more over you to hover over your lips. "I didn't get to say it back."

"I wouldn't mind hearing it."

Your eyes close as you smile, leaning into the kiss he gives you. "I know." And after a few slow minutes of light kissing, the two of you pull apart softly.

"Missed you, Will. I'm glad you're back." For your sake, he interlocks his fingers with yours again, pinning them above your head this time as he slips back inside, letting the whine hang in the air between you two. He doesn't move much, his hips rolling lazily, more focused on kissing you.

"I'm glad I'm home." And he is, you think, deliriously happy. He's home.

He's home, your hearts sing.

#this is very self indulgent #i do not have an explanation #c: wilbur soot #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wipes answers #au: void's wolf #void's lycan au

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