Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
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18 years old.
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Post by Erin Little on Jun 16, 2016 21:12:58 GMT
Erin had had an argument with her parents, surprise surprise. There had to get her stubborn nature from somewhere, and it had just so happened to be from both her mum and her dad. It was times like this that Erin, once again, wished that Jade had got more of the negative traits her parents had. Sure, Jade was stubborn, she could hold her own ground and all, but she didn't have such an argumentative streak that Erin did. So she'd ended up having an argument with her parents once again, and had ended up leaving the house, despite the setting sun. It was one of those times where she couldn't stand being in the house, so she just left. She'd headed to the preserve, since she wasn't sure where else to go, and she'd actually started to quite like the woods. They were calming. She'd always liked more forestry areas, but it took her a while to warm up to the Beacon Hills Preserve- it was taking her a while to warm up to Beacon Hills as a whole. Still, the woods was probably the place she'd grown closest too. It was some where nice to just think about everything she'd managed to fuck up in the small time she'd been here. It was somewhere that hadn't really been tainted by anyone, or by any bad memories. So this is where she'd come and, stupidly, she'd spent so long getting there and walking around that it was now dark. Not pitch black, but dark enough that she knew she should be getting home soon, she just really didn't want too. She brought no weapons with her, so she had nothing to protect herself with in a just-in-case situation, all she could do was remind herself she was a quick runner. She didn't know if it was the deep blue shade of the sky, the creepy setting, the lack of weapons or something else, but when she heard a crack somewhere to the left of where she was, she felt goose bumps rising on her arms, and she froze, suddenly terrifyingly swear of the bad situation she'd put herself in. When she looked though, she saw nothing, but the feeling of paranoia didn't leave her. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Aug 21, 2016 18:27:16 GMT
Full moon. It happened once a month, every month. He knew it was coming, Jensen had warned him- and yet, here he was.
Ashton wasn’t stupid. Surprise. Plenty of people would say otherwise, but he really wasn’t. Ignore tonight. Tonight was an exception. He's been, for lack of a better word, preoccupied. With school, with his life at "home", with Jade. It had slipped his mind. He'd been spending so much time with his heart on his sleeve that he hadn't even noticed the feral itch under his skin. The need to run, and chase, and hunt. His sole focus has rested on the Little girls- doting on Jade to keep her under his spell and sharing glares with Erin every time they interacted. It was no secret there was heat in their gazes, hunger for more. Hate. Anger. Lust. The innocent kisses he's shared with Jade had nothing on the heated make-out session Erin and him had shared at that party. He had an attraction for both, feelings for both. What was once a game was nothing more than confusing, now. He'd set out to conquer, but now he was taking Jade out on dates and playing a brutal play on footsies with Erin in class. He wanted them both, knew it was wrong, but he couldn't care- if he did, it'd get even messier. Thing was, he wasn't sure how to lure Erin back into his arms. The girl was fiercely protective over Jade, but Ashton was already under her skin. All it would take was a little persuading, maybe even a little booze. It shouldn't be too hard to get her to see the light- the dark. They both wanted it, that much was clear- blind to Jade, however (she had full faith in the two of them, the thought not even crossing her mind). What he had with Jade was emotional. He cared for her, and she cared for him. What he wanted with Erin? Primal. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't drawn to her bitter sarcasm and viscous ways, if he said he didn't prefer her over her twin.
Jade was cute, was something he wanted. Erin was brash, something he needed. He could dance around Jade and she'd never bat an eye. Erin would put him in his place, and right now? He craved that.
But this was all the last thing on his mind.
Ashton was seeing red, snapping at thin air as he shifted from human to alpha. It had caught him off guard, halfway to the door of the Pines' cabin when he began to shred his shirt with lengthened claws- his pants hanging heavy on his hips. One moment he was grinning after his latest date with Jade and the next he was sprinting through the forest, one beat away from howling. He ran, raced until his feet ached and lungs burned. Everything slowly came into focus as he trotted through the woods, eyes darting back and forth as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He hadn't run in these parts for years, so very little made sense. When he lifted his nose to scent the air, searching for home, something else caught him by surprise.
Erin.
Without thinking, he stalked her way, a branch snapping under his silent steps as he circled her- concerned at first, but curiosity quickly overruled that. Eyes narrowed and a striking red, he stepped out of the shadows to glower at the girl. He shouldn't have, he knew that. It was dangerous for him to even be out and about like this, but approaching someone while shifted? Approaching Erin? Maybe he was stupid.
"Is little red riding hood lost?" Ashton teased through his canines, stepping closer to her as he grinned. He wasn't thinking anything past 'Erin. Erin. Erin.' or else he'd have never even exposed himself.
This was a bad idea, but that hadn't sank in yet.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Aug 23, 2016 21:56:06 GMT
When Erin's body finally reacted and she spun to see what the noise had been her eyes fell on the last thing she'd expected to see. Ashton. But this wasn't the Ashton she knew, the one she recognised. His skin was stretched over his bones in an unnatural way; there was hair on his face that hadn't been there hours ago when he picked Jade up for their date; and his hands were now home to claws, not nails. By far the weirdest thing about his new appearance, though, was his eyes. Blood red. He was a werewolf? How had Erin not realised this before? How could she have possibly let a werewolf get so close to her family? So close to Jade? She stared at him in complete shock for probably longer then she should have, trying to form some kind of coherent thought but coming up with nothing. All she managed to do was to take one shaky step away from him. She had no weapons on her, and there was no way she could out run a werewolf. So, she began panicking, her mind spinning with different thoughts and ideas, trying to work out how the hell she could get out of this situation. Ashton hated her enough usually, when he was human, so god only knew how he felt about her as a werewolf. She only made an effort to calm herself down when she remembered that werewolves could smell emotions, and by that point he probably knew how panicked she was. When he spoke she felt the usual wave of bitterness rush through her, only it was doubled because of the current situation. "No" Erin replied bluntly, even though she was pretty obviously lost. She cursed herself eternally yet again. This was only going to end badly for the Little twin, and for once she was genuinely pretty scared. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Aug 29, 2016 4:01:37 GMT
Fear. The scent of it was stifling, clouding all of his senses and making him flinch. He wasn't used to it, not the cloying taste or the suffocating desperation. When he'd shifted, he'd always been alone. Locked up in his room or trotting out in empty woods. There was no human scents aside from those lingering. Those few times he'd shifted outside of the moon, it'd been in the presence of fellow werewolves, who'd echoed his angered fumes. With his heightened senses as a human, fear was even sparse then. Always lust or anger or joy. Bashfulness or hatred or jealousy. He didn't walk around to scare, to threaten. Ashton held up head high and eyes eager. Never fierce, though he could be crude. This fear, it was something new. Something foreign.
It was smothering his thoughts, his nose tilted Erin's way as he inhaled sharply. It startled him, minutely, to know that it was her, of all people, reeking of it. So stubborn, so bitter, and yet Ashton found her cowering in fear as he approached her.
He couldn't help but smirk, canines flashing as purred, "No?" Ashton loved it, fed off the scents she was perfuming. Fear and hatred combined, driving him crazy. Rage was common for werewolves, what she so clearly expected, but it even threw him for a loop when he bolted forward, pinning her to the tree behind her in a blink of an eye. His paws wrapped around her wrists, tucking them against her sides, but he was unconsciously careful to avoid digging his claws into his flesh. He wasn't seeking to hurt her as he leaned forward, nose rubbing at her cheekbone as he whispered, "I think you're lost, Erin. So damn lost in that little head of yours." All of these 'little' puns, had he been in his right mind, he'd scoff at himself. "You reek of guilt, you know. Always do. One little kiss and you've got your tail tucked between your legs. Running." He never consciously noted the scents of those around him, but Erin's in particular always stood out to him. So angry. So lustful. So jealous and sad and guilty. It was a mess and kept him on edge. He wished she'd sort herself out so he could stand actually being around her.
"Bet you wanna do it again, huh? Can't stand me playing house with Jade, can you?" He taunted her as he nuzzled the side of her face, more sensual than predatory. Erin messed with his head, kept him on his toes. He'd always imagined he'd attack another human had he faced them like this, always so angry with the world, but here he was, bathing himself in Erin's scent as he knocked her down a few pegs.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Aug 31, 2016 14:00:02 GMT
Erin didn't have enough to time to think of a reply, let alone have any words leave her lips before she was forced against a tree, his hands (or would paws be a better word?) pinning her wrists to her side. She expected pain to shoot through her when his claws dug into her, threatening to break the skin at second, but that didn't happen. It seemed that even now a little bit of him was being gentle with her, didn't want to hurt her. It was weird. She didn't think about that, though, as there was a lot more to take up her attention, like his face pushed against hers, his nose trailing along her cheekbone. Her jaw clenched, anger slowly replacing not only her fear but every other emotion she was feeling at that moment. She was uncomfortable, and every piece of her wanted to run, to get away from Ashton and never have to face him again, but she was stuck. She tried pulling her hands free, but nothing worked and her wrists remained by her sides. Then he started speaking, and she was trying to ignore what he was saying, because she didn't want to face the fact that he actually knew what a mess she was. Still, it made her fight harder to get free of him, doing her best to pull her face away from his, which wasn't very successful but did give her a little second of relief. "Get off me" She practically growled at him, instead of answering his comment. It was only when he began directly talking about this kiss, and how guilty she felt about it and how weak it made her, and then when he finally said Jade's name that she finally got angry enough to take any real action against him. "I said get off me" She repeated, her voice louder this time, and then before she knew what she was doing she'd brought her knee up and slammed it into his dick-area, and in the split second he was distracted with that she managed to free her hands and push him away from her before taking off in a random direction with no idea where she was going, she just wanted to be away from him, but she could already hear him coming after her. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Sept 3, 2016 22:53:57 GMT
It was exhilarating. The rush of scents bleeding off of her body and into his. Fear. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. Lust. It was all there, all lingering. Some more prominent than others, but shifted under the light of a full moon? He could clearly pick at every scent she held. Normally she was suffocated out by those around them, a bitter smell following her at the worst of times- a softer one when Jade managed to get her to crack a smile. In moments alone, Jade and him and her all cluttered around the Little's kitchen table doing schoolwork, it was easier to pick out her deep scent from her twin's flowery one. Jealous when Ashton leaned too close, subtle, but enough to know that Erin didn't hate him quite as much as she let on. Or at least, not for the reasons she insisted on. When Jade was distracted, he'd spare Erin heated looks of his own, because well, she wasn't the only one on that side of the fence. Jensen often question Ashton when the boy made his way home, confused on the guilty, dark scent rolling off of him. It wasn't just Erin feeling that way, it was just that Ashton knew more than she did. He was the one with the pull here, the one who could slip in and out of this situation with ease where as the sister couldn't. Ashton could feign emptiness, though it'd be a lie- he was far too deep into Jade, emotionally- while Erin would be tied by blood. He could do anything he wanted with Jade and do the equal with Erin and know she'd never say a thing because it would ruin what she had with her sister. Because she wanted it just as bad and couldn't let it go.
Too caught up in his thoughts, nose buried against where her jaw connected as he drowned in her pure scent, Ashton hadn't noticed that she'd been fighting his hold. Didn't register her voice until there was a keen pain in his groin, throwing him off balance and having him crumpling to the ground as he cupped himself. Ashton couldn't believe it. Erin kneed him in the balls. Well, actually, that was a lie. He could believe it. It was such an 'Erin' move.
Gathering himself as quickly as he could, Ashton didn't let her get far. Without thinking, he pounced on her back, causing them to tumble around in the dirt and leaves until he finally rolled out on top- pinning her underneath him. Seething with anger, he held her hands down tight, claws digging slights as he sat down on her thighs- properly keeping her unable to move. Erin wasn't going anywhere now. "You little bitch," really, he didn't realize how often he actually used that word, "Can't handle the truth, huh?" He dropped his face closer to hers, baring his teeth and growling deeply- though he knew, deep down, that he had no true desire to hurt her. Yet.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Feb 12, 2017 23:41:38 GMT
Erin knew she wouldn't get far with Ashton after her- she was fast, but not beat-a-werewolf fast. Her mind span with possible ideas, but she knew none of them would work, a few of them were just damn right stupid and would probably land her in more trouble then she was already in. Still, she ran, hoping some how the situation would flip into her favour. Maybe he'd give up, and she'd find herself back at the edge of the preserve where she could successfully walk home, back to safety, with her only problem being 'should i tell Jade Ashton's a werewolf'. She could hear his feet pounding against the ground now, though, which meant he obviously wasn't giving up. A few seconds later she felt her head collide with the floor. The leaves cushioned her fall, but the forest around her still spun, whether it was from her head being hit or from them turning over and over in the dirt until he found himself on top of her she couldn't tell. Her view still swayed slightly as he pinned her under him, but quickly she managed to focus back on to his face, specifically his read eyes. He was an alpha. Thoughts buzzed through her mind- who was his pack? Slowly, she started to realise. Jensen. Murphy. Blake. They were all so close, was it possible that they were all wolves too? They were a pack. Erin couldn't help but feel a hint of betrayal at the realisation. She thought they were friends, that maybe one of them would have told her this. Then she realised she had plenty of secrets of her own, and she also had more serious things to worry about at that moment. Ashton had successfully pinned her against the floor, and she could feel the cold damp seeping through her clothes into her skin. The fact that she couldn't fight back didn't stop her from trying, and she wriggled and squirmed, trying to push him off or slide out, or even just get her nails into his hand to hurt him. Nothing worked, and Erin realised that he'd moved past the point of not trying to hurt her- she could feel his claws digging into her wrists, just seconds from drawing blood. She didn't reply to him, just starred back at him, her eyes replaced with ice as she tried to catch her breath back. The truth was, she had no idea how to reply, so she just tried to get out again. Maybe if she could headbutt him in the nose... She tried, but his face was just out of reach, and instead she realised she'd moved enough to cause at least some of his claws to cut her, and she couldn't help but make a noise of pain as she felt a small trickle of blood run out of her. "You cut me- son of a bitch!" She growled, then, at that moment, she decided that maybe trying to talk her way out of this would be better. "I wonder how i'm going to explain that to Jade. How would she feel knowing her boyfriends a cold blooded monster?" Her tone was full of bitterness as she stared him down. She knew this could go completely wrong for her- she could end up angering him enough to drive him into seriously hurting her, but fighting obviously wasn't working, so this was her last option. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Apr 21, 2022 22:45:35 GMT
A dark, twisted laugh fell from between his pointed teeth as she struggled in his hold, scarlett eyes taunting her weak attempts to fight back. It was easy to dodge her headbutt, his grin menacing as he took pleasure in watching her squirm. It was rather delightful, really, to see the ever stoic, always strong Erin squirming and panting as she fought for her life. Ashton could kill her. He could slide his claws along her throat or dig his teeth into her flesh. He could turn her. He could hurt her and scar her and mangle her pretty face so no one would want her again. He could.
But he wouldn’t.
Born wolves didn’t shift until they hit puberty. It was some kind of biological failsafe to keep the secret of the supernatural from being discovered by the masses. Feral children who were wholly incapable of controlling their emotions was a death sentence–not only to those around the child, but to the child themselves. Most werewolves shifted at thirteen, but there were some late bloomers. And in rare cases, early ones. Ashton had been twelve. When the full moon hung high in the sky, his parents hadn’t been prepared for him to rip through their home and make a run for the woods. A group of betas had just barely caught him before he’d disappeared in the trees, eyes a wild gold and teeth snapping at his restraints. Ashton hadn’t handled the shift well until he was fifteen. He’d been too hormonal, too full of boyish rage to be allowed out on full moons. He was kept tied up with the rest of the betas who couldn’t handle the shift, snarling at one another but too far apart to do any damage. He was better out of the moon cycle, able to keep from shifting when enraged. He’d hit a turning point when he was fifteen, able to finally be able to roam his homeland until the sun rose without threatening a pack member’s safety. From then on, he’d been in control of the monster within. Not perfect, but not dangerous.
Until now.
Erin sparked a flame inside of him, igniting him with lust and hate and spite and desire and need. The Little’s had been on his mind nonstop since he’d met them and this was his first turn without the comfort of Jensen and Uncle Benny to keep him in line. So when he saw her, he pounced. He’d lost control, letting the wolf seek what he craved as he pinned her down harder as she fought against his hold. He bared his teeth, eyes crazed and desperate as tightened his hold.
But then she whimpered in pain. A sound so feeble and weak that he hadn’t placed it at first. It was so unlike Erin, so soft and vulnerable until she bit out a scream and cursed at him. His ridged brow drew close in confusion, taking him a moment to process what she’d said. It hit him then, the scent of blood–the scent of fear and anger and pain. It was overwhelming, causing him to loosen his hold just enough that his nails no longer pierced her skin but not giving her an inch to move. She was his prey, but he hadn’t meant to hurt her.
He snarled at her threat, focused back on her as his lips pulled into a nasty grimace–all sense of concern erased. A growl ripped through him, fingers tightening around her once more, drawing more blood as he leaned in closer to hiss, “You do that and I’ll tell her all about our little study sessions, Erin.” If she wanted to play dirty, he could too. A week after he’d taken Jade out for their first date, Erin had been crowded on his bed as they worked on a Chemistry project together. She had been more bitchy than normal, barely sparing him a glance let alone a word. He’d been fed up, grabbing the notebook from her hands and forcing her to look at him and explain why there was such a massive stick up her ass. She hadn’t said a word, instead pouncing on him and letting her jealousy spill from her lips and onto his. It said more than words ever could have. He’d fallen into her warmth, clothes torn off and moans hushed as they stole something from one another that they could never give back. As they basked in the afterglow, sweat pooling in their collarbones and breaths coming out in pants, he was the first to speak. They couldn’t tell Jade. They couldn’t do it again. It was out of their systems and that was that. It wasn’t. He’d fucked her in the back of his Jeep three days later after she’d asked for a ride home. Again the following weekend after the group had spent the day at a lake not too far into the woods behind their home. Jade had been cuddled up to his side the whole day, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from Erin’s curves–from her exposed skin that he’d grown to know intimately. After everyone else had run back to the cabin when the pair said they’d clean up, he’d taken her on the towel that was still warm from Jade’s heat. There was shame, but no regret. He would share soft kisses with Jade, curled into her side as he sought out comfort. He would settle himself between Erin’s legs, fulfilling his primal needs and making false promises.
They were both monsters here.
He’d been with both of them for two months now, deeply invested in the sisters. He thinks he loves Jade. He didn’t know for sure because he’d never felt this way before. But he cares for Erin. In some sick, twisted way, he’s come to be wrapped up in her heart as well. They were too spiteful to call it more, couldn’t with the way he was tangled with Jade, but it was becoming clear this wasn’t just sex anymore. She wanted him too. She needed him too. They were using one another. She was a jealous bitch and he was a selfish asshole. He needed her to keep himself from Jade, from the raw feelings he felt for her. He needed to do something destructive that he had control of, but as time went on, he hated himself more for starting something he knew he couldn’t finish. But he couldn’t think about that now. He couldn’t focus on anything but Erin threatening to ruin all of them.
“You want to talk about a cold-blooded monster? You’ve been fucking your twin’s boyfriend without a fucking care,” he growled, his eyes glowing a brighter shade of red, “We all know I’m a piece of shit, but you. You’re a bitch. You tell her a fucking thing and I won’t hesitate.” But he would. He couldn’t lose Jade. Neither of them could.
“I can walk away from this,” a lie, he’d be devastated, “But you? The fuck are you going to do?” Keep her pretty mouth shut. There was no other option.
It would just be another secret for them to share.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Apr 26, 2022 17:33:10 GMT
If she wasn’t so distracted by the enormity of her current situation, maybe erin would have noticed the strange look that passed over his face as she whined in pain. Maybe if she had, and maybe if she was any good in english class and had a mind that thought in metaphors, that one look across his features would have made her realise that this situation represented their whole relationship. It was cat and mouse. The whole thing– all the fucking in secret and mindgames at the kitchen table; ashton gave her the illusion of freedom but they both knew she was trapped under his thumb, under his charm. He would toy with her and play with her, before finally going in for the kill. This was just a violent, obscene, and far more literal version of the cat and mouse toying they already had. But erin was practically failing english class, and could never remember the difference between metaphors and similes. She stopped flailing under him, slowly making more of an effort to calm her nerves. Erin was a stubborn woman, and impulsive, but she was also a trained hunter. She knew that in this moment she needed to tread carefully if she was going to make it out of this situation. She knew Ashton held a plethora of emotions for her, all of which would be heightened in his current state, and she could only hope that there was something softer than lust and anger somewhere inside him, and maybe that could help her out. So she clenched her jaw and tried to get her head in order, but still all she could see was the color of his eyes- pure red. And then he opened his fucking mouth. Turning the tables and threatening to betray her, just as she had threatened him– and worse: he was right. For once in her life, Erin wanted to fucking sob. She had no clue where to turn, what to do now, all out of options other then to fight back in this losing battle. ”i’m not- it’s not-” she started, trying to push back against him to no avail. Her words fell short, because everything he’d said was true. “she wouldn’t believe you over me” she tried next, her voice cold but starting to waver “and if you hurt me anymore i’ll have marks to prove what you are” There was a moment, once, after one of their many acts of betrayal, that erin had found herself staring at ashton, and allowing herself to fall into the trap of being a teenage girl. She didn’t let it happen often, forcing herself into the threshold of adulthood far earlier then she needed to, but in that moment she’d let herself slip back into her age and she’d traced his features with her dark eyes and convinced herself that she knew every inch of his face, and that she would always know him that intimately. She knew all of him, and no one could take that from her. Now, with his claws around her wrists, his monstrous face staring down at her in a mix of anger and confusion and regret, she knew that she’d never known him. And she wished it had stayed that way. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Apr 26, 2022 19:51:34 GMT
It was startling how much power she held over him. Ashton couldn’t comprehend it, couldn’t fathom having two girls collar him and take turns yanking the leash. If he’d been told that he’d fall for a set of twins romantically? He’d bend at the waist, hand on his knee and arm clutching his stomach as he let out a guttural laugh. He wouldn’t believe it. How could he? Ashton had been quick fucks and heated make-outs with strangers at parties since he first showed interest in sex–in girls and women and pretty little skirts that fluttered with every step. He didn’t do love. He didn’t do attachments. He didn’t do girlfriends. And then his parents died and he suffered an insurmountable loss. Maybe he was trying to fill the space they’d left gaping in his chest. Maybe he needed something destructive to do and he’d always had a twin kink. Maybe he didn’t fucking know what he was doing and he was so scared of all of these feelings fluttering in his chest and burrowing in his heart and twisting his stomach. Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe it didn’t fucking matter.
Ashton was in it now. There was no washing his hands clean of this mess, not like the little crushes he’d had before. He knew he wasn’t heartless, just withdrawn. He knew he couldn’t avoid love forever, but was this what that was? How could he love Jade and fuck Erin? How could he love Erin and smile so damn brightly when Jade laughed at one of his jokes? How could he be torn in two, everything so different but, at its heart, felt the same? It didn’t matter. Not at this moment, and he supposed maybe never. He had his hand in the cookie jar and his pants around his ankles. He was in too deep and he didn’t care to back out now.
He was selfish and needy and so willing to hurt others for his own gratification.
He was a slave to the moon and to the song in his heart.
Erin stilled beneath him, knowing that fighting his hold was fruitless. The wolf in Ashton preened at her submitting to him, but the human in him filled with dread. She stopped fighting. What did that mean? Erin was stubborn and resilient and he hadn’t broken that, had he? That’s what he liked about her, what drew him to her in the first place. He liked her dominating him, fighting him every inch as they moved towards something unforgivable. Sorrow filled the air, dampening her rage and clogging his senses. It was cloying. It made his throat swell and nose burn. Erin was sad. Erin was devastated. Why the fuck had he done this? He couldn’t remember what they were fighting about, couldn’t remember why he wanted to win so badly. He needed to fix it, to get that fucking scent off of her–to stop it from flooding his senses and blurring his judgement.
When she spoke, he barely heard it–lost in the haze of his mind–but he caught her voice wavering . He caught the shake to her words despite how she fought to stay strong. It was pitiful. It was commendable.
It was what brought a hint of green to his eyes and had his hands relaxing their hold.
Ashton didn’t let go, instead using their point of contact to draw the pain he’d inflicted from her pretty porcelain skin. Black veins crawled up his forearms, wrapping around the flexed muscles and burning as they traveled. His lips moved before his brain had caught what he was saying, whispering, “I’m sorry.” He could count on one hand how many times he’d said it and meant it. This time another finger was tallied. He meant it. God, he would never say it if it wasn’t for the shine of the moon and the stench of her fear and the way his wolf enhanced that feeling for her he couldn’t name. But there were all of those things. There was the glimmer to her eye as tears welled but didn’t fall. He was sorry for falling for Jade after he’d already tangled himself with her. He was sorry for making a mess of her relationship with her twin. He was sorry he’d met them, but he couldn’t take it back. He didn’t want to. As badly as he felt, he couldn’t give them up and wouldn’t if he was given the chance.
“She would believe me,” he hummed without much thought, needing to fill the silence after his apology–needing to pretend he hadn’t said it, “But I’d never say it. Just as you’re going to tell her you tripped and cut your arm on some branches, right?” He was vibrating with energy, thrumming with the need to run and to ravish her and to scream, but that emotion piqued with the spike of her dreadful scent and it was keeping his wolf brain hyper focused on fixing what he’d broken.
Nothing he ever did would be enough, but at least he was trying.
“Neither of us can lose her,” Ashton said with an air of clarity, watching as the black veins began to fade as he absorbed the last of the lingering pain. He shifted then, eyes locked on hers in warning as he warned, “I’m just barely holding back right now, Erin. I’m gonna let go. If you fucking try a damn thing, I can’t promise I’ll have enough control to not do something fucked, okay? Just this once, don’t be a bitch.” He knew he shouldn’t have added the insult, but this was them. It felt too honest, too sincere without the jab.
He couldn’t tell her that it was this twisted affection he held for her that was giving them this moment of peace, that his need to make sure she was okay was what allowed Ashton to shine through and not the alpha Pines.
He let go then, hesitating for a moment to see what she was going to do before rolling off her hips to fall to a crouch beside her. He didn’t offer her his hand to help her up, giving her a chance to catch her breathe. That was the least he could do.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
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Post by Erin Little on Apr 27, 2022 19:37:49 GMT
And there was the softeness she’d so silently prayed for. It was subtle at first, she barely noticed it, but the pain in her arm began to subdue. She’d never seen one do it before (why would she have?) but she knew wolves could take pain from others, and slowly the pain in her wrist was numbing. And ’i’m sorry’? She could barely believe it had come from his lips- would have almost convinced herself it had never been uttered, a delusion of her own mind, if she hadn’t seen his lips move with the words. She didn’t reply to his statement, didn’t need to, since they both knew it was true. She wouldn’t say anything, and nor would he, and the two of them would be enveloped in even more secrets. Even more feelings, more betrayal. There was nothing she could do about it. Her breath caught in her throat as he spoke, scared that if she moved even the slightest he’d switch on her again. It wasn’t often that she wholeheartedly believed Ashton, but right now, with him admitting he was barely holding on, she did. She had no choice. She was like a rock beneath him, jagged and still with only her wide eyes moving to watch him in the moonlight as he adjusted and then eventually- after what felt like hours- rolled off her. The adrenaline kicked in immediately, but for the first time in her life Erin experienced the urge of flight, not fight, and she scrambled away from him, coming to a stopping point a few feet away, where she then watched him crouch beside where she’d lain. Her eyes were muddy with tears. She wouldn’t cry, not yet- that would come later. From here she would walk home, filthy and numb, and unlock her door, passing by Jade's room without a blink, and then collapse onto her own bed. Then she would sob, and sob, and sob until there was nothing left to cry, and instead she’d lay there as a shell of herself, passing out in the early hours from sheer exhaustion only to be woken from a nightmare mere hours later. Yet despite all that, the pain she was feeling and would continue to feel, there was a part of her that wanted to hold him. She hated him, and yet he’d become one of her biggest sources of comfort. He’d seen her rage and her anger and her pain in its various forms and he’d held it in his arms— and that hadn’t made it okay, but it had made it bearable. And right now she needed bearable. But how could she ever see him as the man she’d once known ever again? She took a shaky breath, sniffed away her looming tears and finally opened her lips to speak “what do we do now then?” She asked feebly, her voice so low that he wouldn’t have been able to hear it if he was human. Erin was never one to ask for what to do, always one to take the lead and fuck everyone else but— what they do now?
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Apr 28, 2022 2:43:40 GMT
It was eerie. The silence of the forest broken only by the whistling of the night breeze and her stuttered breaths. In the low light of the full moon, Ashton caught the glimmer in her eyes. Tears welled to the edge, but never plunging past her lashes. It was a sight that steeled him. As much as she wavered in the face of this shit storm, she didn’t fall. Blood was crusted where it dried from her wrist and her world was shattered as she stood before the alpha werewolf, and yet, she didn’t cry. Briefly, he wondered what Jade would have done, how she would have reacted, but Ashton knew he would have never responded to her presence the way he did Erin. He wouldn’t have brought her to the ground, teeth bared and claws itching to dig deeper. He wouldn’t have wanted to hurt her the way he wanted to make Erin feel pain–the way he needed to prove that Erin could feel anything else. He almost wishes he hadn’t. The scent of her fear and sorrow was misery to his senses. It twisted his heart and he couldn’t comprehend those emotions while still drunk on the moon’s light.
Ashton pushed himself to a stand, movements slow and drawn out to show her what he was doing before he did it. He didn’t want to frighten her anymore than he had, he couldn’t afford to. Blood pooled in his palms, claws dug deep into his flesh as he used the pain to ground himself. He had to stay calm, to stay lucid. He could kill Erin if she set him off. The fear of that thought alone was enough to mellow him out.
In this moment of stillness, the silence wavering between the two as they sized each other up, he came to a realization. She feared for her life, she was on the verge of tears in the wake of their sins, but she wasn’t shocked. Not once has that stench spiked in her aroma. Briefly, maybe, when they locked eyes, but nothing more. Erin didn’t seem phased that he was a werewolf–a monster, a fable–but that he was an alpha werewolf. Things fell into place then. Jade and Erin moving so much, why they were in Beacon Hills now. The way Erin was so protective of Jade, like her life was on the line. The way Jade always seemed distracted around a full moon.
They were hunters.
Just his luck. What a fucking shit show.
Ashton’s eyes locked back on Erin as she spoke in a small, lost voice–having been staring somewhere around her ankles as he fought to keep the anger down at the revelation. “You’re a hunter,” he said in a cool voice, not asking. He wondered why she had come out on a full moon with no weapons. Perhaps they had both lost track of the days, too occupied with appearances and secrets to check a calendar. He was slightly taken aback by how genuine she seemed in her misery, but couldn’t begin to process that at the moment. She smelled of yearning and Ashton wished he hadn’t hurt her so he could reach out for her. He thinks now she wouldn’t have pushed him away, that in the dark of the forest she would have burrowed against his chest and admitted weakness for just a moment.
He didn’t give her a chance to reply, only a breath between his last statement and his next as he took lead. She needed him. Erin needed Ashton. He could do this. He could take care of her. That soft unspoken thing he felt for her was taking hold, amplified by the moon and louder than all the bad, dirty, dark things he felt for her.
Ashton took a step forward, bloodied hands held out in surrender as he began to plan aloud, “It’s just gonna be another secret we have to keep, Erin. For Jade.” As if it wasn’t for themselves, for their greedy, needy self-preservation. “But right now, I’m going to get you home and we’ll figure the rest out tomorrow, okay? I can’t,” he started, shaking his head to clear his head as a howl echoed far off in the distance, but too loud for his liking, “I’m okay for now, but I don’t know how long that’ll last so we can’t exactly do this right now. So don’t fight me. Just let me take care of it, got it?” Ashton didn’t want to tell her that he’d never been around a human while turned, he’d only ever been in the presence of his pack before. He felt his canine features soften, but they didn’t diminish completely. As an alpha, he was meant to have more control, but he was still figuring the power out. His father hadn’t had the opportunity to prepare and train him for the power before he passed. He derailed that train of thought. Now was not the time.
He was close enough to reach her now, having made slow progress of inching her way. He held his hand out, not touching her–letting her choose to make the contact. The self-inflicted wounds were slowly beginning to heal. Ashton didn't think Erin would be the type to hesitate at the sight of blood, more so at the tenderness in his gaze. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he spoke much softer than before, eyes on hers and hoping she would see past the red and read the sincerity there, “You know I would never have done that if I had a choice, baby girl.” The pet name had stuck–starting as a joke, but the way it flowed off his lips now was slick with that word they couldn’t use to describe their feelings. “Just come here and let me make it better,” he nearly pleaded, the word on the tip of his tongue but he had enough control to hold it back. He was not going to apologize and beg on the same night. This close, he could see the tears in her eyes so clearly that he wanted to pull her to his chest and hold her close and do all the things he did with Jade in the bright of day–but consent. The smell of her blood still burnt his nose. He’d cut her. He knew better to reach out for her.
Ashton and Erin weren’t always at each other’s throats. In those stolen moments under the covers where the light and real life couldn’t touch them, he’d hold her against her chest and tuck his face into her hair. He’d count her smattering of odd moles and scars, fingers dragging over her warm skin before they would cup her cheek and lead her lips to his. Ashton and Erin could be soft and sweet. He would pull her between his legs, chin propped on her shoulder as he read the textbook on her lap. His hands would rest on her stomach or her hips, keeping her close without digging too deep. It was domestic, sometimes, behind his closed door. It wasn’t often and it was a fairly new turn in their relationship, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He liked that Erin chose him to be vulnerable around. Even if for just a moment. He knew he was in too deep. She was poison. His favorite sin.
This wasn't quick fucks anymore. This was tugging at heart strings and playing with fire.
Still, as his clawed hand trembled before her, he hoped she'd fall into his arms like before. Like she trusted him. Like she needed him.
He'd hold her together. He promises. He'd fix it.
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Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
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I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on May 3, 2022 23:27:38 GMT
Erin’s eyes met his in the darkness, watching the realisation wash over his features. It must be strange for him, too, to find out that two of your closest confidants had trained their whole lives for the sole purpose of hurting- killing- you. He didn’t seem to shaken by the realisation, though, certainly not as shaken as Erin was, but maybe his reaction would’ve been different if she’d had all her equipment on her. She was a sight to behold when she was in full hunter mode. “And you’re a werewolf. We all have secrets” she responded, the closest to firing back that she could manage in that moment. She lifted her hand so it hovered above the floor, not yet making a move to reach to him. She still hadn’t entirely adjusted to the absurdity of their current situation, only starting to feel her heart rate lower again now that she’d allowed herself to watch him from a distance and remind herself that he really was still Ashton- he may have hurt her, but really, when didn’t he? Their whole relationship was tainted with a pain that neither of them refused to recognise, because that would mean there were real feelings there that could be hurt, and that would open a whole can of worms. So, yeah, maybe the man standing in front of her with his hand outstretched was the same one she’d always known. And maybe she could still trust him to take her home. Her hand hovered in limbo as all those thoughts speed through her mind, watching him take small steps towards her so as not to frighten her anymore, and then she caved, letting her hand come up to meet his. His pet names barely affected her this time, when usually babygirl would send butterflies flying through her stomach (which she would immediately try and shoot down), but now she couldn’t appreciate the flirtiness of it. The most it offered was a reminder of familiarity which, she supposed, was comforting. Still, all she could bring herself to do was give a weak agreement, too tired and not stupid enough to argue back right now when she knew her life could depend on it “okay” she spoke quietly, slipping her hand into his and drawing herself up. She let her eyes drift up to the full moon, cursing herself for coming out tonight, and for not knowing Ashton was a wolf, and for letting one of these creatures get so close to her family. She was meant to be able to tell a werewolf from a human, it was what she had been trained to do- and yet. “How long have you been a wolf?” She asked, unsure if he was born this way or had been turned, especially considering his lack of control tonight. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on May 4, 2022 4:05:33 GMT
Well, she got him there. He couldn’t be upset that they hadn’t told him they were hunters when he was what they hunted. He had considered telling Jade, but he’d never told anyone who wasn’t a werewolf before. His family had always been so careful, so cautious. The Pines property back in Texas was a sanctuary for the pack, a peaceful place where they lived in private–away from prying eyes, but not isolated from humans. They lived cohesively. They lived safely. No one that wasn’t meant to know knew of their secret and in one careless act, he’d exposed his lineage to a hunter of all people. He was lucky he had something up on her, but then again, it could be a secret he’d take to the grave. He couldn’t tell Jade about their affair if he was dead. He hoped Erin wasn’t that spiteful, that whatever these unspoken feelings were between them were stronger than that. His gaze moved from where they’d been watching her hand hesitate to reach for his to her eyes, soaking in her beauty. She was gorgeous in the moonlight. She was always beautiful. Different than Jade, but at this moment, he didn’t care to compare them. People always pinned twins against one another and he was no better–though, to be fair, his motives for doing so weren’t the norm and felt fairly necessary at times. But now? Now he just saw Erin. Eyes rimmed with red and hands trembling. There were leaves in her hair and twigs stuck to her clothes. Her lips parted around heavy breaths and her chest heaved with each one. Heat flushed through Ashton, need and lust swamping through the calm he’d forced himself into.
Before he had a chance to go feral in a very fun sense, her hand was slipping very carefully into his. He melted, having not expected her to accept his help. His features slowly faded back into his handsome face, eyes mellowing into a soft jade color. His nails were blunt and teeth rounded. Despite the moon’s call, he was just a boy now. The monster tucked just under his skin, ready to pounce at any given moment. For now, he was in control.
He helped her to her feet, intertwining their fingers as a physical tether. In this moment, she was anchoring him. Not Jade. Not his family. Not his pack. Erin. He didn't have the time to dwell on what that meant, but he was thankful for the clarity she was offering him as the moon's light shined down on him. His other hand came up to her face, motions still slow and projected for her sake. Ashton picked a few leaves from her hair, eyes on the task until he couldn't see any more. Surely there was more in the back, but he was not about to pluck every single one like a mother monkey cleaning their offspring.
He cupped her face then, hand warm against her cool skin–an intimate motion that they so sparingly shared. It felt right, after learning such deep secrets about one another. They were collectors, gathering their truths and hiding them together. Ashton trusted her. He would never say it, but he didn't need to. They wouldn't be doing what they were without trust. Part of him was happy it was her who found him.
"I was born one," he said, a hint of awe in his voice as his eyes traced the way her lips shaped the words. It was like he was viewing her with rose-colored lenses. They were all alone and sharing a moment so sacred and he was so fucking out of his mind. "My dad was the alpha," he didn't know why he kept talking, tongue loose with the night's influence and the sparkle of her eyes. "When he," he couldn't say it, even now, "It passed to me. I'm still trying to control it, but you know I've never been great about controlling myself." He smirked then, cockiness slipping into his tone as he gained confidence about his control right now. Very ironic.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said again, wanting to apologize once more but not able to say the words. She may never hear him say sorry again. He didn't think she'd want to. Sorry meant that what they were doing was wrong. Ashton wasn't ready to accept that yet. He wanted to keep playing pretend. He wanted to kiss her, to devour her, to swallow her whole and keep her to himself. He never would have hesitated before, but her blood still burned his nose. He couldn't close the gap between them; the guilt was too heavy on his chest.
"I should get you home," his voice was almost a whisper, her heartbeat was a melody he didn't want to overspeak. Maybe it was the moon's twinkling rays making him soft, enhancing that sugary sweet thing he felt for her. Maybe he was just a slut and couldn't keep anything serious. Maybe he'd never run out of excuses. He didn't know the answer, but he was crowding her space. He squeezed her hand, guiding her chin upward slightly with the other.
He was all over the place, but she knew werewolves. She knew what the full moon did to them. She knew him.
And he knew he needed her in one way or another. He knew he couldn't be without her. It was greedy and twisted and cruel to put her in such a position, but he hadn't forced her. He wasn't the type to say no and she knew that. She was a willing participant and took advantage of the fact that he was too.
He wanted her to be willing now.
But he knew better.
Still, he didn't back off–thumb stroking her cheek as his teeth dragged over his bottom lip. They were already sinners, hands painted red and eyes alight with chaos. He wanted to muddy their waters a darker shade, wanted to burn the bridges home and hide in this paradise with her. He needed Erin.
He needed Erin to need him back.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on May 20, 2022 12:37:18 GMT
It was something that had been drilled into Erin since before she could remember- werewolves were bad. bad. It was indoctrination in it’s simplest form, and Erin had never stopped to question it for a second, because these were things out of horror stories. The villains of fairy tales. The big bad wolf. It was all she’d ever known. But now Ashton was one. She knew Ashton was a bad person- just like her- he had to be to do what they were doing. But he was a bad person. It was a question of morality and human nature, but now… part of her was telling her that he was evil. He was a wolf, and not just that, an alpha. But he was also ashton. As much as she hated to admit it, he was one of her closest confidants- all of them were. Murphy. Blake. Sabrina. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots and figure out they were a pack. For the next few weeks Erin’s head would spin with the confusion and anger and grief of it all, woncering how she could be so stupid to let herself and jade get so close to these people. But then murphy would look at her as Blake said something stupid, and he’d roll his eyes in solidarity with her, and years of her belief system would crumble under the weight of a shared moment in a crowded room, and she’d have to excuse herself to work out what the fuck was going on in her head. And all of this would be because of Ashton. Her life would never know peace because of this one, stupid, tortorus teenage boy. So may as well let him help her. Their lives would always be intertwined in some way now, just as their hands were as she raised to her feet. She was still shaky, not entirely sure around him yet, but somehow this interaction had garnered enough trust between them that when he raised his hand to her cheek she didn’t flinch- though didn’t entirely melt into it as she had during their rendezvous just days prior. But as he spoke so softly to her, reminding her about his father, and how hard he was trying…. Maybe she did soften a little. For the first time she saw Ashton not as the cocky womanizer she’d always assumed he was, even in their previous softer moments, but saw him for what he was- a lost, broken, kid. Like her. And when he said he didn’t mean to hurt her, she believed him. His eyes in hers, his skin on hers was enough to know it was true. She’d never seen eyes say so much. Her mouth was dry from the fight, and when she parted her lips to speak it came out jagged and horse “i know” she told him, and believed it, though she knew she was insane for doing so. She barely heard him saying he should take her home, so wrapped up in the chaos and her mind's reaction to it, that when they didn’t move she didn’t question it- she stayed there with him, hand in his, thumb stroking her soiled skin, and before she knew what she was doing, her lips came to meet his. Hate and love exist on either side of each other, and in this forest they were closer than ever as she let her hand rise to meet his cheek in a mirror of Ashton. Maybe this wasn’t shocking, using lust to mask the rest of her mess was a common defensive method for Erin- though it's never been this extreme before. ______________________________________________________coded by nahara46 of gs, adox and swa
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