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jjungkooksthighs · 4 years

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Claws of Carnality | jjk (3)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf, fantasy

Rating: 18+ / nsfw

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: alpha!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, omega!reader, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scenting

Summary: Denial is a crude adversary in how it battles your want to accept the alpha that has no shadings of doubt that you are, in fact, his mate. He intends to clear things up for you using the one surefire thing that will, however, prove him to truly be yours and you are utterly helpless in denying him.

A/N: So, here we are with part three already. Goodness, I can’t even believe how much attention this has gotten so far. Please keep it up, you guys! It really feeds my creative juices and encourages me when you guys let me know what you think of the stories I put out! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this next part. Things are gradually going to begin to heat up from here on out and I can’t wait to see how you all react!

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You try to swim through the flurry of thoughts, the floundering disbelief heavy as you wade through it in spite of the amused alpha that watches you with interest as a myriad of expressions pull at your features. It’s difficult to keep yourself afloat amidst the frenzy of emotions that cascade over you and your alpha notices this in the way that you fidget where you stand in the intensity with which he regards you, your hand clutching at your skirt as you inhale through your mouth to attempt to replace the air that eludes you.

One side of his lips curl upward in the effect he’s already had on you that only deepens in your silent refusal to acknowledge the final piece of the puzzle that would complete the missing segment of conviction still lost to you.

Unlike you, Jungkook has not an inkling of doubt that you are, without question, his mate. He just hadn’t known up until a few moments ago that you are to become something so much deeper than that to him that will extend into his very being, for even he’d had no idea that you are destined to be his soulmate in which there hasn’t been a pair of wolves like that for many thousands of years.

It all made sense to him in how his eyes had found themselves magnetized to the opposite pole that was you, the constant holder of his attention whenever he’d had the privilege to watch you frolic gleefully with your omegean friends outside your den whenever he passed by through the cover of the trees after a successful hunt, his own scent masked by the carcasses of his prey.

He’d never been able to explain the inexplicable pull toward you that had grasped him unrelentingly until he’d managed to catch sight or smell of you to, nor had it made sense to him why he’d wanted to express himself to you so much so that he’d danced in effort to satisfy the need to bask in the warmth of your intrigued gaze.

Nothing has ever quite compared to the way that his blood races when you so much as glance at him now that he thinks on it and gods, he longs for you to welcome him now as eagerly as you had in the supposed safety of dreams. Even now the inebriating scent of you coils around him insistently as it begs for him to come closer to the source of his desires he’s yearned for years.

It’s not as easy for you to accept this, though, no matter how much you want to. Gods, do you want to.

In light of the bright, flashing signs that your wolf begs for you to heed, there’s a very critical and very crucial element that would immediately clear away the lingering shadow of denial that this creature before you who looks to have been crafted by the gods is meant to be yours. Despite your purebred omegean blood that distinguishes you as the most desirable of candidates for alphas and betas alike in the rarity of such a pedigree amongst your dynamic, Jeon Jungkook could have any bitch in the pack he wished. There were many others who you believed looked better and gave back to the clan more than the likes of you.

And in the self-consciousness that shackles you, you had not breathed through your nose ever since he’d brought himself near to you.

You know that the moment that you do, there will be no question that he is truly the alpha from your dreams who boldly claims to be your mate, for the intoxicating scent of him that had incensed itself within you was deliciously unforgettable in the way it had had the power to have you glistening with slick upon a single whiff. Because of that, there is a reason that you are actively choosing not to use your olfactory sense around him.

Only within the old tales written in the aged tomes of the compound’s archives which are guarded by the elders has there been recollections of the legendary lupi antiquis, who were the progenitors of the werewolf race. These creatures were incarnations of nature manifested into the bodies of wolves that were guided by the moon’s phases in the celestial body’s wish to bring life to the earth in the decay of other mythical creatures who had grown sad and lifeless without a companion in the rarity of which they’d roamed.

To ensure the strongest and most virile of the moon’s creations found a partner that would belong and be designed solely for them, it was said that the celestial body preselected the companion that would remain loyal to them through the entirety of their life by choosing for them a soulmate.

The word has always been held close your heart in the romantic radiance of it, for it had been said that a bond unlike any other in the lupine world burgeoned inside two destined mates of the moon’s selection among the abilities that allow such a pair to share thoughts and feelings with one another telepathically across insurmountable distances in addition to each wolf becoming stronger where the alpha would gain physical strength while the omega would be granted bolstered mental fortitude.

Beyond that, the wolf’s kiss could cure their mate of any ailment or injury in the profound love that the very essences of each kindred spirit were vested with as they longed ardently to remain together forever and always.

As time had passed, the word had begun to become diluted in the diminished occurrences with which it happened as more and more werewolves began to populate and once pure bloodlines became soured by excessive mating between different partners in the uncontrollable ruts and heats that drove them to couple with any wolf in the vicinity under the influence purely of instinct to breed and be bred.

Many lives had been lost during the violent, territorial battles over both alphas and omegas for a partner that often ended in death to one or both participants, the lessons of the past yielding guidance to the future generation in the written accounts left behind so that the fledgling pups that came after would not suffer as the earlier wolves had.

It is why your pack has such defined rules now upon the presentation or period of peak maturity for omegas in particular because they have always been the desired mates of alphas.

It is also how the entire compound knows when the last happening of two soulmates was, which had been a couple thousand years ago when the moon had aligned with the rest of the planetary bodies in the meticulously structured history courses that all maturing wolves are mandated to take and in the stories that are told by the elders over annual bonfires celebrating the bonding between two wolves.

Perhaps it is all of these reasons that have every wolf in your pack still able to discern and recognize the defined series of circumstances that present themselves between two lupine creatures fated to be each other’s soulmate.

The first is the gift of sight, which allows each lupine creature to see the eyes of their mate. The second is the gift of olfaction, which is the amalgamation of scents naturally produced from the scent gland of each wolf that have the ability to draw the undivided attention of their destined other so temptingly that it causes sudden production of either slick for omegas and pre-ejaculative fluid for alphas. In addition, this one is powerful enough that it acts an effluvious vice that impulses each lupine creature in how desirously their mate can waft into and draw out their counterpart’s instincts.

Each are granted only after the moon lights a path for them both to meet, but that hadn’t happened for you, had it? After all, it’s not like the stream of dreams every night after the last eclipse could have-

Your eyes widen bigger than the largest star as your cheeks color themselves redder than a ruby in mortification as the links join together and that has the alpha relishing in the adorable sight of you as he croons, “There it is, pretty. I knew you would come around soon enough,” he fixes his sight on the edge of a reddened petal he’d caused to fall over your skin in your supposed fantasy that peeks out from under the edge of your silken choker that he wishes he could tear off of you and add more of his marks to as he continues, “Did you think I would allow my mate to suffer with how desperately you whined and how loudly you howled for me?”

You fumble for words in the embarrassment that soaks you as you try to speak past a mouth that is dryer than the desert while you shake your head like you’re in a daze and you might as well be in how incapable you are of rationalizing at this point.

“This can’t be… it can’t be possible.” You whisper quietly as if thinking aloud and Jungkook finds that he appreciates the sound of you, that he is pleased in how you’ve finally chosen to use that cute voice of yours and let him into your thoughts.

The alpha coos, “Oh, my pretty omega, but it can,” he takes one calculated step closer, “Come on, little omega, smell me. Do not think that I have not caught on to the fact that you haven’t used your nose in your efforts to deny this, to deny me.” His honeyed voice slathers itself over you, as you melt under its thickness, “You asked your alpha to come find you and I have, pretty. Now, it’s time for you to do the same. Scent me and see that I am the one the moon has promised you to, that I am the alpha you belong to.”

He delivers his words to you in the form of a command as he takes another step toward you only to have your heart beat faster against your ribcage, your wolf lowering its head in submission as you try to make yourself smaller under his searing, prompting gaze and the longer that you dangerously surrender yourself to those golden irises that are still speckled with the silver that mirrors your own, your resistance cracks and folds gradually under his increasingly prominent pressure. It can only be compacted and compressed so much until nothing remains and, unable to disobey his directive, you swallow a thick lump of nervousness down your throat before clearing it as he looks on expectantly.

His avid attention sears into you doggedly and, under its power, your omega blood boils in need to heed him and, purely driven by your body’s desideratum to yield to him without the input of any cognizant thought, your hand finds itself slowly and tentatively lifting toward the exposed neck that he has bared torturously against the obscenely opened shirt. The fluttery wings of anticipation flap animatedly within you as the alpha watches with intrigue, allowing you to slowly near him.

Your fingers do not stall as they ghost over the notch between his collarbones as you dare to allow yourself to touch the skin that tries to reach for you in the waves of heat that roll off of him and when you turn your hand so that the soft underside of your wrist just barely manages to rub against his sensitive scent gland that all but strains and pulses against you, your breath hitches as a deep rumble of a growl tumbles from his throat in response.

It is not a sound born of aggression, but of satisfaction that has your omega preening under its euphoniously low trill and when his fingers close around your forearm to possessively drag your radiocarpal joint back and forth over the intimate area that secretes pheromones wantonly for you, your wolf sings at his hot touch, at the way that his fingers curl deliciously over your delicate skin.

The whole time, his irises flash tellingly in gratification that has you helplessly falling for the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that exists, the only thing that matters as he greedily drinks in the way your mouth has parted dazedly while he coats himself in your own essence that is produced richly from the glands in your wrist.

The scent glands of the neck were far stronger, far more potent, but right now, he will take from you what you decide to give. There will be time for more later, he is sure.

Your delicious scent is quick to consume him, the sound that drips from his lips deepening in pitch as your aroma drapes itself over him in its entirety before sinking into his very pores until he’s momentarily drunk off you, his pupils enlarging until there is only you.

“Gods,” he utters, “you smell like sin, pretty. You’re like a fucking aphrodisiac in how you tempt me.” Somewhere in his pants, his cock twitches to life at the mere scent of you as your carnal essence awakens something far too primal within him.

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper, your wolf baying in delight at his admission and wantful actions.

In response to him, your own irises dilate as your heart pangs wildly against your chest, breath a hard companion to come by in his overbearingly alluring presence that seeks your own in the warmth of his skin that reaches longingly for you.

You can’t begin to rationalize how long he slides your wrist sinfully against him as he makes a point of trailing your radiocarpal joint over the vast expanse of muscles that line his neck as they all but jump at your touch as the sound that tumbles from his lips darkens impossibly more only to draw out a whine from you. Minutes or hours could have passed since this started, but you have no care in the world because of how caught you are under his simmering stare.

Once he’s secure in the knowledge that succulent scent of you has smeared him to the point of no return, that’s when he pulls your hand back until he holds it under your nostrils while his mouth waters at the delectable waft of you through his own that sets his very blood on fire.

His fingers sink wonderfully into your skin and it is positively unholy in how his heat permeates you until you’re filled gloriously with it he orders, “Go on now, my pretty omega. Breathe me in until every last doubt is torn from you and all you can think about is me,” his breath is hot against your cheek as he inches impossibly closer in the need to be impossibly closer to you as you shakily exhale while he finishes, “Drink me in until this little body of yours is sated in the sweet recognition of the alpha that owns it.”

His words settle viscously over you and in the command of the alpha that you are helpless to resist with your omegean blood, you do. You did not want to fight this, did not want to fight him. It went against your baser instincts and nature to do so. It was all just your self-consciousness that had bound you back and away from him, but under his attention that does not waver in the imposing neediness of it that glints with a savage saturation dripping from his very being, you can’t withstand it. So, you obey.

The change is immediate.

Upon the first whiff of him that drizzles up through your nostrils to trickle fluidly like that of a delicious philter through you, your every cell is flooded with stimulation that is guided by the heady essence that is decidedly and uniquely him. He tastes of newly dewed grasses that are accented by an earthly underlayer and somehow it is all bolstered by the overwhelmingly delicious amalgamation of blooming gardenia, black vanilla and freshly matured pear.

A sudden deposit of slick finds itself between your folds that glisten to life and it earns a sharp growl from him as he brings one lip between his teeth.

He reeks of pungently dangerous desire that beckons your very being and your eyes roll to the back of your head at in its insistent invitation as he fills you with his quintessence and soon your body can no longer bear your weight in the way that his strong incense curls around you to have your limbs grow weak under its inexorable consummation of you.

Your weakly whisper, “Alpha…my alpha,” the concession quick to run through your veins as you yield to him.

Your legs begin to tremble precariously with each breath you take in effort to collect as much of him as you can, the familiar smell exactly alike to that of the one belonging to the wolf from your dreams as understanding and recognition saturate your being.

“Omega,” Jungkook breathes, satisfaction washing over him as he watches your body react so affectedly to him.

And when your body is no longer able to bear your weight in how quickly the alpha has drawn away their strength through his own power, he is there.

At the same time that your head falls back and your sense of equilibrium leaves you through numbed legs, one of his large hands finds its place along your nape while one muscled arm wraps around your back to pull you against the built planes of an aureate chest as he croons, “My beautiful omega. You’ve acknowledged me at long last. Such a good girl for me, you are,” he angles his head low so that his heated breath once more billows against you, “I’m going to take you with me to the forest now, pretty. Once we’re there, you’re going to watch me shift so that I can hunt just for you. When I return,” his pink tongue darts outward to wet his lips as his gaze surges with hunger, “I expect my mate to be waiting for me before I let every wolf in this fucking compound know that you’re mine when I claim you at the ceremony tonight.”

Your breath stutters at that and when his arms dip to collect you like his bride as he tucks you against the muscled chest that you subconsciously lean into you in the safety that pours from him that your wolf relishes in. Through it all, you can only barely utter, “As you wish, alpha.”

As he holds you close, you nuzzle your alpha and there’s a high-pitched, satisfied purr that easily cascades through your throat in the warmth and security that his able body offers. You care not how far your song of satisfaction is carried in the winds that swell against you only to roll tauntingly over all the alphas in the distance that Jungkook is in charge of as the pack alpha’s son who is meant to one day lead the compound.

All that matters is that you’ve found your alpha and that he, in turn, has found you.

High in the sky, the moon hides behind the awakening sun as golden rays begin to filter searchingly through the thick underbrush of the forest lining the horizon as far as the eye can see.

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dingoat · 4 years

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Oh man, bold life choices it is. 😂 Ok, I offer the following kiss options: 11, 19, 30, or 70. Something something pack bonding, right?? 8)

[Okay prepare yourself for 1.6k words of incredibly werewolf-indulgent au that loosely covers three of the four above prompts. I’ve fallen in deep, don’t say you weren’t warned!!]

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Her perspective shifted with her body; she knew this, and most of the time, when she wore the shape of a Bothan, she would dwell on this. She would try to work out what it meant, whether she was living two or three different lives, if she was two or three different beings somehow crammed together, if ever the parts would reconcile with one another, if ever her mind as a wolf would be entirely the same as when she was Bothan, or this new shape that she was still getting to know, half and half.

The wolf didn’t really think much at all; when she ran under the song of the moon, all that mattered was the immediate. So long as she planned appropriately before the change, took care to avoid the triggers of her bloodlust, those nights were exhilarating and liberating, free of the uncertainties of her condition that plagued her otherwise. The details of those nights were still often lost to her, but the sense of release, of satisfaction, the contented exhaustion of a night spent reveling in her fleet footed strength, would linger long.

It was as a wolf that she waited, trembling with anticipation, her thoughts just lucid enough to hold her in the agreed location. Dancing from paw to paw, she scanned the ice field, her sharp, blue-eyed gaze staring across the snowdrifts that sparkled in the moonlight. Her tracks already wove several circles through the snow, and she trotted another restless lap, barely restraining the energy that surged inside her.

Where was he?

Throwing back her head, Ahuska lifted her voice in a song to the moons, a song to the night, a song for the beauty of the world around her and a love of the moment. Long she let the notes ring out, and her howl echoed across the landscape some time after she was done, lasting longer even than the frosty cloud of her breath that hung in the frigid air.

Distantly, a shrill bark sang out in response, and her heart leapt.

She wasn’t going to wait any more.

Kicking off with a great spray of snow, Ahuska ploughed forward, purposefully bounding through the softer snow banks to better work her muscles. She ran with great soaring leaps, a huge white shape against the silvery blue landscape, her fur lit bright under the full moons. Oh, how she loved to run! More dexterous than regular paws, but not quite proper hands either, the digits of her front feet curled and dug into the snow, relishing the feel of it, the crunch and the crisp bite of cold, her claws raking through the earth on the occasions where the snow was shallow enough that she hit it.

And then she saw him, the little black shadow streaking across the snowfield toward her.

Her tail began to swing, and a joyous bark erupted from her muzzle as her movements became exaggerated and playful, each bound punctuated with a stamp of her forelegs in the snow. And as he finally came up to meet her, she let herself collapse, toppling sideways into a skid that had her roll onto her back, paws in the air. Moons and the stars framed his sharp little face as he darted over and stared down at her, eyes bright and flecked with gold. Where she panted heartily with her recent exertion, he remained poised and alert, having conserved his energy and kept easily within his limits.

She barked again, and his dainty muzzle parted in a foxy grin, and she craned her head up to welcome him with a lick before flopping onto her side.

The fox blinked, then bounded forward on delicate paws, returning the affection with a little trill of pleasure, his brush sweeping back and forth in delight. The wolf shut her eyes, breathing a contented sigh through her nose, then mouthed across the fox’s muzzle playfully before butting her whole head against him to bowl him over. Once down, she nosed investigatively about his chest and shoulder and foreleg, seeking any glimmer of the damage she knew it had sustained previously.

The fox huffed with indignance, trying to pull his paw away, but she insisted, fussing and grooming over the area until he relented and held still. See? All fine. No wound, his pointed gaze seemed to insist, but she would not be satisfied until the area had been thoroughly inspected, engaging in a ritual that may well last for years. And he was determined not to overtly display just exactly how the attention made him truly feel, only the faint quivering of his body betraying the giddy warmth inside him.

Come! She announced with a sudden bark and upward bound of her body, leaping three paces through the snow then returning, dropping her forequarters in a blatant invitation to play. An invitation to drop his guard and simply enjoy his wild body the way she did hers.

The fox sprang to his feet, then stood, tense and quivering, ears twitching, before streaking forward like ashen lightning to nip at her ankle.

What followed was pure joy, as the wolf and the fox leapt and chased and tumbled through the snow, thinking only of the moment, living for nothing but the immediate pleasure of one another’s company.

It was good to be together again.

Only the moons bore witness to their revelry, and the slow passage of the planet’s primary moon across the shimmering night sky followed them across snow and ice, into a frosted meadow where their bounding, rolling bodies broke dark trails through the ice crusted foliage. As they danced across the ground, colours danced across the sky, and as the lights twisted and changed their shape above them, so too did their shapes change, as they started to approach the other side of dawn.

She’d been practicing, her awareness and control of her physicality well heightened after their time on Nar Kaaga.

That time had also abolished all self-consciousness about her body in his company; she found herself completely comfortable in her own skin, no matter which shape, or what in-between phase, she wore. And so as the primary moon lowered, its song coming into a new harmony with the smaller moon that already hugged the horizon, Ahsuka let her body flow and twist and smooth out, barely breaking pace as she watched the fox likewise shift.

And then they were tumbling anew; this time with bodies more equally matched, with hands to grasp and wrestle. She was still a little larger, stronger, and he was more lithe and quick, but they contended well against one another. She let him overpower her, after a time, laughing with delight as his lean frame held her pinned against the ground, giddy with the way he stared down at her with her hair all splayed out around her face, her ears bigger and softer than usual.

“Blakk,” she said, her tone light as a shooting star.

She saw the way his expression softened, the edge of hot triumph melting into something fond and gentle and beautiful, and for a moment she wondered if he saw something similar in her. And then something else came into his eyes… was that doubt? Caution? “Hey,” Ahuska said quickly, wanting to keep his mind from drifting down that painful spiral of maybes, wanting to keep him here and now. “Hey. You know how you were wondering what this shape was even good for?”

She lifted one of her back legs; strong and lupine; to bat at his side with a broad wolf-paw. Her tail thumped appeasingly against the snow, thicker and more solid than his lovely long brush.

She laughed at the way he grumbled and squinted at her, as he tried to work out what she was getting at. “You’re quicker on those fox feet, aren’t you? Just like I’m stronger like this. Cover more ground, I… I can move like a proper hunter, my balance is loads better…”

“So? The benefits are categorically better still when we shift all the wa-“

She pushed up her head and cut off his words with a quick, soft peck on the lips. She didn’t even think about it, not really, it was a reflexive gesture just to… shut him up. The effect was immediate, and in his stunned silence she continued. “Yeah, but this way, we can still talk to each other. Sort of like getting the best of both worl…” Ahuska’s thoughts trailed off into nothing as she locked eyes with him, and suddenly felt electrically charged.

His head lowered, and this time she was the one hushed as he brought his lips down to hers, soft as falling snow. He broke away quickly, too quickly, and she felt rather than saw the heat flush his cheeks as his bright blue eyes fell to the side. She felt… she felt more of him than she had any right to feel, connected in a way she did not remotely understand, and the song of the moons ran in her heart as sparks flew through their bond and she reached up to turn his face back toward her.

He looked… uncertain. Apologetic. Shy. “I’m sorry, I overstepped-“

But she would have none of it. She would not have their daylight lives interfere, not now, not when she couldn’t even be sure of what she’d remember when the sun inevitably rose. “Shhhh,” she shut him up with another kiss, and the way he sucked in a little gasp before melting against her made her know this wasn’t going to stop in a hurry. Her wolf-half was powerfully hungry for affection, and under the light of the moons and the glowing fox-fires above, the closeness of pack was all that mattered.

“No, no, I agree, you’re right,” she whispered, pausing for breath. “Talking is not the greatest advantage of these bodies.”

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giranswife · 5 years

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Insert Bio’s: bnha (Villain)

(( I decided to remake my first bio since I had her reference done and I wanted to add a bit more stuff. So here is her official bio I’ll be using from now on! ))

PERSONAL INFORMATION

🐾 Name: Ashley Wolfe (Ash)

🐾 Villain Name/Quirk Name: The Female Werewolf/Were-Bitch, Wolf’s Bane

🐾 Age: 24

🐾 Appearance: She’s rather short with long blonde hair that fades into a dark purple. Eventually she’ll dye her entire hair purple, but for now she keeps it the same. Two wolf ears protrude the top of her head, and she’s got a long and bushy tail. She also can halve very long claws, usually only in battle but her nails do naturally grow longer very quickly. Her face is round and her wavy hair frames her soft cheekbones. Her outfit isn’t too important since it’s usually ripped off of her during battle anyway.

🐾 Personality: She is pretty loud and obnoxious for a villain, but that is natural given her defensive nature. Anything to keep people as far away from her as possible, and contrary to popular belief she’s a bit emotional at times. Sort of impulsive, temperamental, and sarcastic. She can be very vulgar at times and extremely territorial and protective. Her true motivation is never made known, but it could have something to do with her lonely state of living throughout her life.

She’s in a love/hate relationship with her powers. On one hand, she can have the time of her life shifting and showing off what she can do, but on the other hand she hates when people refer to her as a beast or a dog and how the world can see her. Again could be a motivation.

Because of her quirk, she has parts of herself that will forever remain canine. Certain ticks that will bring out the wolf in her, such as her diet, her hyper sense of smell and hearing, and her personality traits. She sometimes will bite or growl if she’s feeling threatened or angry.

QUIRK INFORMATION

🐾 Powers: Her body can morph/transform into a werewolf, and some people have deemed her to be some kind of wolf demon. Probably because she sometimes glows red eyes and has extra long and sharp canine teeth. When she shifts, she resembles a fictional werewolf build, and she stands at about 8 and a half feet tall. She can run at incredibly fasts speeds, and has a powerful bite/scratch. Her strength is impressive, but she definitely has her limits and weaknesses.

She has the ability to howl in a frequency that, if nearby any other wolves, serves as a reinforcement call. When in form she can communicate with other wolves, but in human form she can’t. That isn’t to say that she doesn’t have a way with them, though.

She can shift at any point and isn’t limited to a full moon, though during a full moon her powers are heavily increased. Sometimes at an uncontrollable rate. Any heightened emotions are perfect to enter shifting phase, but the quickest is of course linked to her anger. But she doesn’t necessarily need it in pressing situations, though involuntary shifting can happen. Just hasn’t happened for a long time since she’s learned to get a handle on it.

🐾 Weakness: She doesn’t have many weaknesses, and definitely not the conventional cliches. She is the most powerful during a full moon and sometimes that can influence her control and strength. She gets tired from using her power for long periods of time, so there is definitely a limit to how long she can stay in werewolf form.

The action of shifting itself doesn’t phase her anymore, but there was a time when it was incredibly painful. Mainly in the first few years of her actively trying to control the duration and the flexibility of her time in her form. And while she’s in werewolf form, even though her outer exterior is hardened and her fur keeps her protected as well, she doesn’t have any supernatural protections. She’s no immune to certain elements, but it would take someone with a powerful quirk to knock her down or knock her out or even kill her.

ORIGIN

🐾 Backstory (abuse, bullying, depression warning): Ashley didn’t have the best childhood, growing up with only her uncle to raise her. He was constantly out gambling for money, or doing anything other than having a stable job. He was verbally abusive towards the child, treating her like a burden all of her life. She still isn’t entirely sure what happened to her parents, but she was always led to believe neither of them wanted her.

She was a regular student, given that at the time she only thought she was a wolf girl and nothing else. Which caused her to get bullied by the kids with quirks. Until her powers surfaced, she was known as the “dog” in school. A word she would came to hate, because of it’s intent and memory.

She had wanted to be a hero when she was younger, but slowly as she had come to learn the truth of the world (at least from her eyes), she began to change her mind. She became upset and almost angry and vengeful, but she knew there was something deep inside her that was just clawing its way out. Something that is mentioned in her origin story I wrote here. It lays everything out for you perfectly.

Once her quirk was awakened (the beast that is her quirk she likes to call it), was when she began her vengeful ways. She dropped out of school, turning to a life on the streets. Thanks to her animal instincts, it was rather easy for her. And since she was a loner, she didn’t mind the lifestyle. Since then she has been on her own, and has grown accustomed to it.

🐾 Before The League: Once Ash had turned 18, she started to become noticed more and more as the years had gone by. Even though she tried to keep a low profile, there were those that wanted to use her power for gain. Took advantage of her naive and emotional nature. Using her homelessness as leverage, pretending to give her work when really she was less than that.

At the time she was struggling to find work, doing mainly under the table jobs and only using her quirk whenever she needed to. At the time, she had only planned to use it whenever it was necessary for her survival. Until she found a few jobs that seemed to give her more opportunities if she used her quirk more, and she thought that it would be good for her. Or rather she didn’t have much of a choice.

She became a member of a local, semi-known gang as a secret weapon of sorts. They used her not only for protection but scare tactics, and at first it seemed like a good deal. She has some spending money and was able to get an apartment, had people there to protect her in case things got ugly (as if she really needed it anyway), and she also felt like she finally belonged somewhere. Even if that was with a bunch of gross men. Because to her she hadn’t known anything else.

It wasn’t until the help started to turn into something more. She started dating someone that she met through the gang, and they had been for quite some time. Until people became greedy and forgot just how lucky they had it being on her good side. She was starting to realize just how insignificant she really was in the grand scheme of things, and she started to realize how she was being used. By not only her current boyfriend at the time, but the rest of the gang as well. She never really had any power at all, and was taken advantage of on many occasions.

Eventually, she had enough after she was chained up to keep her from attacking anyone and almost left for dead. She had become a “liability”, but not for the reason that they think. And they definitely weren’t smart enough given the chains broke very easily.

No one really knows what happened to them to this day.

RELATIONSHIPS

🐾 Giran (nsfw mention): They both met whenever he was scouting for more potential villains. It was no secret that there was someone with a werewolf quirk, but they were too quick for anyone to ever see the person behind them. She was curious about joining, but never really made the decision to until they met. He had actually known quite a bit of information about her that was unnerving, but she shrugged it off.

She was a potential maybe, considering that she didn’t work well with others but she was too powerful to overlook. It was overall her decision, and she weighed the options a few times before getting in touch. That’s how she joined the league and also how they started their business relationship.

The relationship pretty much started off as a kind of physical, fwb kind of thing, if you could even call it that. She was very up front about having no feelings and clearly just wanting something casual and physical, since the first time they slept together. Which was incredibly sudden and out of the blue. There was no way that she would actually develop feelings, especially considering she is also very vocal about disliking him.

Although, she did in fact end up having some kind of feeling. At first, she was very insistent on keeping it to herself, and she was very convincing at first. Though, she starts to get a little soft on accident, and she starts caring a little more about how she looks when she’s around him and she goes a little insane. Since she doesn’t know how to properly deal with her feelings, it takes a long time for her to fully commit to the relationship.

But she did, end up falling in love with him through their time together. And she started to realize that she didn’t dislike him after all, it was just her defense mechanism after having so many people abandon and use her. Getting into a serious relationship scared her. But eventually she allowed herself to fall until he became everything to her.

🐾 Dabi: The two of them didn’t really get along at first, but they tolerated each other for the sake of the league. It was a short time after, though, that she began to like him platonically. It was a mixture of mutual respect of their powers, but also the days that they spent silently chatting with each other. He was the only person that she could tolerate anyway, aside from a few others that she mainly just saw as allies.

The two of them hung out rather often, and he was one of the first ones to find out about her conflicting feelings with Giran. Though, his advice was mainly just to either suck it up or tell him. So she never really brought it up again until she finally made a choice.

🐾 Himiko: She was actually a bit of a fan of Ashley, or at least what she’s heard about her. Freaking out a bit whenever they first interacted, so whenever they talked Ash found this quite annoying at first. But she warmed up to her, one being one of the only female’s she knew at the time and they just bonded easily over certain things. Her and Ash get into a bit of mischief together at Tomura’s expense, but also just cause mischief in general mainly with everyone in the league.

It took her a while to trust her, given Ash’s nature but they too became fast friends. And eventually Himiko became like a sister to her. Ash eventually became protective, like she does with all of her friends.

🐾 Tomura: The two of them had a rocky start, especially given her personality and tendency to be a little blunt. Since she was on the fence about joining the league at first, their initial reaction almost turned her away. He didn’t see what was so special about her, given that she just looked like a dog hybrid. Though, he made the mistake of calling her a dog on their initial meeting which almost led to her destroying half the hideout.

Eventually, after she joined, things calmed down a little. She was still a bit impulsive, but she got so used to the gig that she wanted to stay. And that meant being on decent terms with him. She eventually had no grievances with him, and the two only get in small spats every now and then for humors sake. She eventually grows to not mind him, after all, she considers everyone in the league family. Even Tomura.

🐾 Kurogiri: Doesn’t have a close relationship with him in terms of a friendship, but she does consider him to be a type of father figure. She would never admit to this up front, but it’s easy to tell in the way that she talks to him about certain things and trusts him. She also listens to him very easily. If he tells her not to do something, she’ll pretty much shut up in that moment. He’s the only other person who’s opinion matters to her.

Constantly going to him for advice on things, and was very resistant to opening up about her love life. He was one of the last people to find out about a certain someone. Their relationship isn’t really all that easy to tell out front, more in subtle situations. But she cares for him a lot, and vice versa.

🐾 Cannon (my oc): The two of them have a similar relationship in terms of familial. She’s a little closer to him than she is to Kurogiri, and oddly enough she met the man through Giran. At first she didn’t know what to think of him, but as they spent time together they really connected. He found himself being protective of her, especially after hearing of all the things she’s been through.

The two of them bonded over their shared relationship with power and their cautions of the world. Cannon eventually began another place that she went to for advice and is the only one that she listens to (other than Sayeko of course). But they had a little bit of a rocky start since he was one of the ones trying to talk her out of being with Giran in the beginning. Until he warmed up to the idea upon seeing how happy she was.

And not wanting to control her life either. Just a bit of his protective side coming out in all different kinds of ways, including with who she dates. (once his bio is posted I’ll link to it for y’all to understand him better. same one from my quirkless au)

#insert bio #insert: bnha villain #insert bio remakes #(( i know its super long im sorry ao;ifjeowajefi;oajf but its indepth and i lik eit lol ))

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Werewolf!Jin (Boyfriend)

A lot of people said yes to this series so I decided to do it bc I already wanted to but I just wanted to make sure it was something you guys wanted to see, I’ve gotten a couple requests for werewolf!BTS related things and I decided to combine them and turn it into a boyfriend post and just include the two requests in it to make things easier so to start us off as he always does is one half of Jinmin, an absolute prince, an amazing human bean in and out whose smile could light an entire city up like his entire face just gets so :D and his eyes get really happy I !!! Love !!! His !!! Smile !!!! Kim Seokjin aka Jin

I’ve written three things for werewolf!Jin so far, there’s the description of him as a werewolf in general, which is part one (here) part two is him falling in love with a human (here) and of course, werewolf!Jin as a father (all of the father related posts are here )

Since one of the requests was for human!reader, I’ll be using that to start off with

Jin is such a good boyfriend

He’s really sweet and funny and remember that giant ass pink hoodie/sweatshirt thing he wore that was literally five sizes too big, he’d let you borrow that and it’s so so warm and it smells like his cologne so it’s like getting a hug from him the entire time you wear it

He’s already a puppy irl so adding in the fact he can literally turn into a wolf whenever he wants is just all puppy

Gets really pouty when you don’t pay attention to him and just glares at whatever you’re paying attention to

He’s s o warm 25/8, he can be running around in the snow with just a t-shirt and jeans on and he’ll walk back into the house totally fine

He’s your personal heater and he has zero problem helping you warm up after a cold day, he gets so so happy whenever you hug him really tightly and he’s just so :D when your nose is all cold and he gets to kiss it really softly

The first time you see him transform, it’s a bit !!!! bc you come out of your room and just see a wolf on your couch??

You’re about to run back into your room and call the police or animal control or something bc wild wolf in your house what the hell do you do but then you realize who you’re dating and that the wolf hadn’t seemed all that wild at all

So you sneak back downstairs and peek into the living room and the wolf is just sitting there grooming its paw and you notice that it has brown fur that’s really identical to Jin’s current hair color

And then the wolf looks over and its eyes are warm and puppy like just like Jin’s and everything makes a lot more sense

His fur is really soft and he has these long legs and he’s a pretty big wolf, not the biggest in the pack but definitely not the smallest and he’s a beautiful lil wolf

It’s actually really really amazing to be with Jin during a full moon bc all the wolves come together and go for a run to burn off all the extra energy the moon gives them and it’s so cool to see them all playing and running around and they’re howling and it’s just wow

At first, it’s weird to think that the wolf that’s trying to bite at Jin’s tail when he isn’t looking is actually Jungkook or that the two wolves chasing each other around are actually Tae and Jimin bc you’re so used to seeing them as humans and it’s pretty easy to forget they have another side to them but after a few months, it doesn’t phase you anymore

So werewolves don’t have the same jealousy that humans do bc werewolves have the whole “mate” system going where once someone’s theirs, that’s it, they’re in love with them for life so none of the other pack members are gonna even think about that person in that way so there’s not much to get genuinely jealous over

Jin doesn’t get seriously jealous like to the point where he’s wondering if someone is gonna come between you two but he does get jealous in the way that a puppy gets jealous if one dog gets something they don’t

It’s more about the attention thing where if he feels you’re ignoring him, intentionally or not, he’s gonna get really pouty and get your attention somehow

But you’re human so your jealousy is different from Jin’s, your jealousy is more of the typical jealousy, it’s rare to feel jealous around him bc he’s so affectionate towards you and he makes it really clear that you’re the only one he’s looking at

But he is an extremely attractive man so sometimes, some people outside of the pack are looking at him a lil bit too long or they’re talking to him in a certain way that makes it clear they’re hinting at things or they’re just being way too touchy

And of course sometimes you do wonder if Jin would be better off with another werewolf that could understand everything he goes through bc as cool as it is, you don’t really know what it feels like to have all the energy of a werewolf on a full moon or to be able to turn into a wolf whenever you want to and you don’t have any supernatural abilities, you’re not as fast or strong as the pack, you don’t hear all the things they do so insecurity is only natural to have when you’re one of the only humans in the entire pack

But Jin doesn’t allow either of those feelings to last long, if there is one thing he’s amazing at, it’s making you feel loved

He always wraps himself around you and doesn’t let go until you’re feeling completely and totally secure in your relationship

“You’re stuck with me for life”

But he also does take it seriously and the two of you talk it out and he’s v v calm about it even though he’s ?!?!?!?! bc werewolves don’t really do breakups at all so there’s nothing to worry about but he knows that insecurities are a natural thing to have so he makes sure you know 100% that he’s yours and he plans to stay that way for as long as you’ll allow him to

He also points out the fact that his mother is human and he was raised watching her and his father in a relationship and they never had any issues with it so to him, it’s not really a big deal that you’re human

While he doesn’t get jealous, he does get v v protective

Like there’s this one time you’re playing with one of the wolves and Jin feels they’re getting a lil too rough bc they’re younger and don’t have as much control and Jin gives them a lil warning growl and you can just hear the “knock it off” and you have to hold back a laugh bc oh shit you’re in trouble

He spends the rest of the night with his head in your lap, making sure everyone is playing nice with you bc they can get rough without meaning to, especially on a night like a full moon and Jin doesn’t want anyone hurting you, accidentally or not

It’s really rare for it to be a serious threat bc all of the boys are really friendly and it’s not likely for them to have any rival packs or anything like that, the only time they do is when another pack tries to move in some place on their territory but that’s just more of a you can live here but not within this perimeter

But if there was a serious threat, Jin turns from soft cuddly puppy to wolf real fucking quick like sometimes it’s really easy to forget that Jin can be an actual wolf bc he’s so gentle and loving with you and he’s never mean to any of the pack members so you don’t even think about the fact that his teeth are actually really sharp and that he can be a v v serious opponent when he needs to be

Thankfully, that only ever happens once or twice bc the rival pack will see the size of Jin’s pack (which includes the boys, their parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends, it’s huge) they just back off

All in all, dating werewolf!Jin is amazing, he’s a total gem and you’re thankful that you found each other bc he treats you like royalty and you love him just as much as he loves you

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