Heat Helper Part Two: Lyle

Heat Helper Part Two: Lyle

female reader x male werewolf (explicit) 

(Y’all have been so sweet and supportive so here is a sappy conclusion with Lyle!!  Enjoy, this is my first work out of a two month writing block so I’m hoping it’s an okay read. More monster stories may be in the future from me.)

Part One

Part Two (4k words)

Lyle Byrne sat in his truck in the stillness of an early morning gas station lot. It was just up the road from the motel – everyone knew that place, the rogues and the lost all found their way to it.

What did that make her? 

The woman he paid… to deal with his heat, she was all over him. Her scent on his body, her moans and begging caught in his head, and the warmth of her body against his in the quietest moments of dawn. 

Guilt… he was guilty, he’d asked and watched for any sign of her being uncomfortable or coerced. But she seemed to really enjoy it once they got into it. It still didn’t make him feel better about the situation, especially once he realized she hadn’t gone to the motel for the session. 

She lived there. She lived in that motel and he’d been in her space, he’d covered her in his scent, and let his emotions get far too strong over a one night stand. 

His face flushed. 

But he had given his number to her, amidst that extra cash he pulled out for her. 

After he’d seen that Plan B on the counter of the bathroom. 

Lyle’s body heated again, this rut was so close to being done, but it kept shoving images of her moaning and gripping the sheets. 

It took immense effort to not touch himself in the parking lot. 

He hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand and snarled. This was it. If she spoke to him, he would deal with what came from it. But he needed to stop thinking and fantasizing over her. 

About how much he wanted to bring her home, to spoil her and fuck her, to maybe see her stomach grow with a baby they could cherish and love. 

Lyle turned the keys harshly and gunned it out of the parking lot. 

The truck kicked up dust on the desert road leading towards the lush mountains. With the sun peaking over the horizon, he drove faster to avoid the inevitability of his fluttering heart. 

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Alpha!Bakugou with a daddy kink. Scenario plz

HELLO I DID NOT JUST MAKE A 5K WORDED FIC ON THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oops oh well, I DID!(๑ÒωÓ๑)

If you wanna read the smut, it is at the very end so you can skip all the other thangs if you wanna.~! 

It’s set a few years after graduating, characters are in early/middle twenties.

FEMS/O! NSFW! DADDY KINK! ☆*ヾ(-∀・*)*+☆

All I ask is for others not to kink shame the requests I write, thanks!

Bakugou, Katsuki ( Alpha!Bakugou ; Omegaverse )

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Marital Discord

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (rough sex, toy, fingering).

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The reader finds her marriage falling apart; Bucky’s never home and when he is, he’s not really there, but he’s not as aloof as he seems to be.

Note: Alright, we finished Summertime Sadness, I gotta figure out HSB and my other few series that need to be tied up. Hopefully by my one year mark we have some new ones in swing. Thank you. Love you guys!

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The front door clicked and you lifted your head. You scrolled up quickly on the tablet and hit sign out. You locked it and pushed it against the wall in hopes it would go unnoticed. You grabbed the oven mitt and rushed over to the stove. You opened it and pretended to check on the roast inside, lifting the lid of the pan to glance over the darkening meat.

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School Boy Crush

Summary: Someone outside of school caught Bakugo’s attention

Wordcount: 1358

“No.” Bakugo slammed his books into his bag, trying to tune out Kaminari’s voice.

 Despite the refusal, Kaminari kept trying, practically begging. “Come on dude, how often do I pass an exam? We need to celebrate!” Last week they’d had a math exam and by some miracle, Bakugo had let Kaminari in on his study session with Kirishima. Even more amazing, today he had found out that he wasn’t dead last or had to retake it.

 The miracles seem to end there though, as Bakugo stood up from his desk and began to walk out of the classroom. “Fuck off Dunce Face. I got better things to do.”

 Kirishima, who had been watching the whole time, stepped up beside his dejected friend to whisper in his ear, “Watch this.” 

 The redhead placed an arm around Kaminari’s shoulders and they started walking in the opposite direction of the dorms. Kirishima spoke out loudly with a smug smile. “Don’t worry Kami, we can have fun without him. I know this great restaurant that serves some awesome American food.”

 Still smiling, Kirishima held up three fingers as they walked away, counting down till…“Oi, wait shit heads!” Bakugo stormed past them, practically running down the hall.

 Kaminari blinked in amazement. “What just happened?”

 “Oh, you’ll see.”

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Smalltown Bringdown 1

Warnings: blood, violence, more to be added.

This is dark!biker!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live in a smalltown run by a biker club. When your boss gets into debt, you find yourself drawn into the crossfire.

Note: Yesterday I tried writing Sugar, Sugar. That didn’t work out. I had a migraine on Monday that I’m still tiptoeing around. I wrote this a week ago but wanna continue it. Well, if there’s any interest in my doing so. So to those who take the time to read, thank you. Love you guys!

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Birch was a small town, named for the line of pale tree at its heart. The streets were built around it. It had stood for centuries like a guardian over residents. Like a harbinger of their eventual fates. White as a ghost, looming like the reaper.

And death lived in Birch. It rode the streets on iron steeds. The apocalyptic horseman roaring down the roads in leather. Oblivion was the bar on the main road.; The Asp was a remnant of the town’s birth. An inn for those who claimed to discover this “new world”. Cleopatra reclined along the sign’s moniker, a snake around her arm, poised to sink its long fangs in her throat. 

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